Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 19:44:40 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Southern Submissive Part 10

SOUTHERN SUBMISSIVE (AUTHORITARIAN, HUMIL: T/T, M/T)
BY:  MOORE

Part 10

Chapter XVI

I vaguely remember running and falling and rolling, hitting my head
and, and, and...nothing else when I came to. I don't know how long
I laid there, looking around, confused, trying to think, but think
about what. My mind was blank.  The throbbing pain in my head was
real, so was the awful smell invading my nose. I was lying next to
a pond in a patch of beautiful flowers. Flowers are supposed to
smell nice...these smelled terrible. I swallowed hard, worried
about my condition, a lovely taste came into my mouth. Sharp and
tangy, richly flavored, a hint of salt, familiar and delicious.
I couldn't remember where I'd tasted it before.

Aside from the pain in my head, nothing else hurt or seemed to be
broken when I carefully examined my body from head to toe. I stood
up slowly and looked out at the sunlight dancing across the still
waters of the pond.  I knelt down to take a drink, gasped and spat.
Uch, terrible. The water tasted gross.  What was going on here. Bad
smelling flowers, foul tasting water.

"Hey, mister. Hey mister." I looked up at the sound of a human voice.
Two boys were coming towards me. "Whatcha doin', mister? Howdya get
here? How come ya got nothin' on, y'all naked?  Goin' for a swim?"

"I...I...I don't know."  I really had no idea how I had gotten here
or who I was for that matter.  As for being naked, well, it seemed
right, natural.  The boys wore shorts, but I felt no shame standing
before them naked.

"What's your name, mister?  I'm Tyler and this here's my brother
Taylor.  We're twins, in case ya didn't notice."

"I don't, can't remember my name," I managed to say while inching
closer to the wonderful odor coming from their shiny bodies.  The
closer I got the better it smelled.

"I came here to cool off and that's what I'm gonna do," Tyler, or
maybe it was Taylor, said.  I'm sweatin' like a pig and...."

"That's it!" I shouted

"What's it?"

"Sweat!" I shouted again, taking a deep breath. The smell of their
sweaty bodies sent a dizzying wave of...of desire, I fell to my
knees, of...of need to....

"Lookit, he's gettin' a hardon sniffin' my crotch. Oh man, I don'
hardly believe it, Tay, guy's smellin' my stinky balls and jerkin'
off. Ya think we got us another one a them homosexuals? One a them
queer boys like the one daddy found last year?"

"I dunno, maybe."

"Wanna find out?  We sure 'nuf had fun with the last one, 'member?"
"Yup, I do indeed, Ty, I do indeed. Be a nice change from jerkin'
off and suckin' each other from time t' time.  No offense, but you
ain't much good at suckin'."

They were laughing and then one of them tapped me on the head.
"Hey, queer!" I looked up. "Cocksucker!"  I smiled. "You wanna
suck my dick?"

Suck my dick, suck my dick?  Cocksucker?  Where had I heard that
before?  "Yes! Yes!" I said excitedly, remembering. "I do, I do.
I want to suck your cock and, and, lick your balls. In my mouth,
my cocksucker mouth. Please, in my mouth, put your prick in my
mouth and let me suck. Please cum in me."

The words spilled out of my mouth as a rush of pleasurable memories
invaded my being. I couldn't remember my name, where I was from or
how I got here. But the taste and feel of a hard dick, and semen, oh
god, hot and creamy semen squirting into my mouth, coating my tongue
...it all came back to me:  Kneeling in front of a man, kissing his
balls, licking them, rolling them in my mouth; burying my face in
the funky smell of a man's ass, licking the hole, sticking my tongue
way inside to taste the juices; and cocks, lots of wonderful cocks,
men and boys too, pushing, thrusting, in my asshole, my boy pussy,
fucking me from behind like a dog, mounted between my widespread
legs, using my body for their pleasure.

Taylor and Tyler, side by side, let their shorts fall to the ground
and proudly displayed their boyish pricks. Twin cocks, identical in
every respect, from the neat patches of straw colored pubic hair to
the rosy pink uncircumcised heads to the wrinkled skin of their
sperm filled nut sacks.

"Whatya' waitin' for?" One of them said. "Start suckin'."

I licked my parched lips and said, "My mouth is dry, like sandpaper.
Don't want to hurt your cocks. I tried the pond water, but it's not
fit to drink.  Do you think maybe, if it's not too much trouble,
you could maybe urinate, you know, pee in my mouth, let me drink
your piss, before I suck you off? Please."

"Water in that pond is the best in the county, but if it's piss you
want...whatdya say Ty, feel like pissin' in the cocksucker's mouth?
He asked real nice and polite, said please."

"Ain't never peed nobody, ah, sure, if he holds it."

I took a hold of both their cocks and pointed them at my open mouth.
The golden flow of warm urine pouring into my mouth tasted sweet and
smelled wonderful. I gulped and swallowed as much as I could as fast
as I could thankful that I wouldn't have to drink the awful tasting
pond water.  I shook off the last few drops into my upturned mouth
then rubbed the rapidly hardening pricks all over my face.

I moaned in satisfaction. A sense of well being filled my soul as
I filled my mouth with cock and gently sucked these lovely boys.
Naked, on my knees, a hard dick sliding between my lips...I was a
cocksucker. No matter I thought, while bobbing my head on one prick
and fondling the other, no matter what my life was before I came to
this place, this garden of eden, I had been reborn as a cocksucker.

Taylor and Tyler were in my mouth together when they came.  Twin
spurts of warm semen bounced off the roof of my mouth and coated
my tongue. I sucked their cockheads and greedily swallowed each
powerful ejaculation of sperm.  The memory of awful smelling
flowers and gross tasting water was replaced by the wonderful,
intoxicating smell and taste of cock and cum.  The boys giggled
as I suckled their softening pricks, licked their balls and pubic
hair, in search of more cum.

Tyler spotted it first.  "Lookit," he said to Taylor. "Lookit what
suckin' us off did to him."  My cock was erect, hardup against my
stomach, oozing a steady stream of shiny precum.  I sat back on my
ass and spread my legs. Ask first, I thought, ask your masters...
the word kind off popped into my head. Masters.  Taylor and Tyler,
teenage twins, years younger than me, were my masters. And I...I,
I was their slave boy, their slave boy cocksucker.

"Sure, go ahead cocksucker," Taylor said when I asked permission
to jerk off.  "Blow a load, shoot cum all over yourself."

My prick was slick with precum.  A big drop of the shiny stuff was
bubbling out of my wide open pee slit. With my eyes on my young
masters I leaned over and licked it off.  "Do that again! Didya see
that Ty? He licked his own dick! "Do it again."

I not only licked my dick again, but parted my lips slightly and,
under the wide eyed gaze of my masters, took the head of my dick
into my mouth.  Shamelessly, without any embarrassment whatsoever,
I sucked my own cock.  I laced my fingers behind my head and slid
every inch of my dick into my slave boy cocksucker mouth.  I gave
myself one hell of a blow job, lots of spit and head bobbing.  I
could have cum with my dick in my throat, but I wanted them to see
me shoot cum in my mouth and all over my face. Spurts of cum into
my mouth and spurts of cum onto my face.  I didn't swallow right
away either. I wanted Taylor and Tyler to see me, see their cum
covered slave boy, with my mouth filled with cum and watch me
swallow.

"Fag," I said softly, nose still buried in my pubic hair which all
but covered what was written there. FAG. Upside down, yet clear as
the sperm shiny nose on my face. I sat up, thrilled at my discovery,
and happily announced that I had remembered my name. My announcement
was met with stunned looks of disbelief, snickers, then giggles and
finally, outright laughter.

"Pleased t' meet ya, Faggot," Tyler said between fits of laughter.
"S'ok we call ya Fag, y'know, for short?" Taylor added.  "Faggot's
such a mouthful. You know all about mouthfuls, huh?  Mouthful of
cock, mouthful of cum, guy's nuts stuffed in your mouth?  Sound
familiar?"

The boys'laughter didn't bother me at all because what they said
about cock and cum and nuts, in my mouth, my slave boy cocksucker
mouth...I recalled boys, girls too, laughing at me all the time.
I was remembering some stuff, not where I was or how I got here,
but...."Tyler? Taylor?"  Ask them nicely, like a good little slave
boy. "Please could I, may I..."

"What is it, Fag?" The said in unison.

"May I suck your cocks again?"

I had one bad moment after the second round of eagerly given blow
jobs.  I banged my head climbing into the back of their pickup
truck and just for a second a cloud of uncertainty descended. I
felt shame at being naked, humiliated by what I had done; a sense
that sucking cock, swallowing semen and urine, kissing and licking
a boy's balls was not normal, were degrading acts performed only
by the lowest form of human life.  The cloud lifted, was forgotten,
as quickly as it came and I happily settled my naked ass down on a
bale of hay. An old hound dog lifted his head, gave me the once
over with his big sad eyes and went back to licking his red tipped
cock and loose balls with his long wet tongue.

The truck came to a squealing, gear grinding, stop in the front
yard of a run down place. "Pa, pa, lookit what we found."

A grizzly bear of a man, naked from the waist up, came out of the
house and over to the truck.  Taylor and Tyler jumped out of the
cab to stand at his side.

"Kin we keep him, pa? Keep him for suckin' and fuckin'?" Taylor
said excitedly, pointing at me.  "His name's Faggot, Fag for short,
an' he's one a them gay boys," Tyler added, "You know, queer, like
the fella you brung us last year."

"Not so fast, boys, not so fast.  Where'd you say you found him,
an' what makes you think he's one a them queers?"

"By the pond, side a 248.  All naked like he is now an' we didn'
do nothin' pa, didn' force'im, he asked.  Ain't that right, Ty?
Ain't that right?"

"Yessir, yessir, Tay's tellin' the truth," Tyler quickly agreed.
He come right out and asked, real polite, if'n he could suck our
cocks."

Chapter XVII

Pritchard county, an hour southwest of Lexington, Kentucky, had
been home to the Pritchard clan for more than 150 years. Early on,
the large family made a fair living by farming, hunting and fishing
and selling their homemade moonshine. Not known for intelligence,
years of intermarriage and no small amount of incest had further
diminished the already challenged gene pool. During the depression
years of the 1930s, the practice of selling their prettiest pre-teen
daughters to Lexington's whore houses to supplement their dwindling
income had decreased their numbers. Jefferson Davis Winslow III,
sprawled naked in the back of a pickup truck, was in the company of
the last three Pritchards left in the county.

Taylor and Tyler's mother, Ruth, their father Sam's daughter, was,
consequently, their step sister too. Ruth's mother was Sam's sister
so she was also their aunt. Hardly unusual, Pritchard brothers and
sisters, mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, routinely slept
with each other which led to a very tangled family tree. During the
1950s, Ichabod Pritchard, Sam's father and half brother, was head
of the family. Under his free-wheeling, penny pinching way, scores
of Pritchard offspring, scantily clad girls and stark naked boys,
roamed the isolated county; copulating like animals in heat with
whomever they were with, whenever and wherever they felt the urge
to breed.

Due to inbreeding and custom, Pritchard males exhibited many of the
same characteristics.  They had donkey brains, for sure, reached
sexual maturity at an early age, hated clothes, and they had donkey
genitalia. Three quarters of an inch a year generally, sometimes
more, rarely less. Twelve year old totally naked boys with nine
inch erections, testicles swollen with semen, shamelessly coupled
with their sisters and cousins during the day and with the adults
at night. By age seventeen when the growing stopped, bare assed
boys with thirteen inch penises proudly displayed were a common
sight in the county and had usually fathered several children.

Homosexual behavior was rare until the 1970s when, for a variety
of reasons, the number of sexually receptive young girls and mature
women declined. Without females, men accustomed to frequent sex on
demand, frequent ejaculations of enormous quantities of sperm,
turned for relief to the young boys in the clan. They discovered
that boys as young as seven could provide manual and oral service
just as good as girls.  Boys with mouths large enough to accommodate
large organs were praised, singled out to spend hours fellating
their kinfolk and ingesting large amounts of semen.  Sam was one of
the first to use a boy for anal sex, but this was thought to make
the boy queer and nobody wanted a Pritchard boy to be labeled queer.

Impregnated by Sam at 13, Ruth had run off with a traveling salesman
when Taylor and Tyler turned twelve and began to ejaculate during
their nightly forays in her bed with their father.  Highly sexed,
Ruth had no qualms about taking care of her menfolk, she'd been
having intercourse and fellating Pritchard men since she was a
little girl. Nor did she mind, in fact, she rather enjoyed having
her infant twin sons in bed with her and Sam and suckling their
little penises and testicles while Sam's oversized organ filled
her vagina.

The boys grew quickly, nourished primarily on deer and squirrel and
the ample milk that flowed from Ruth's breasts.  At six years old,
the boys began to sprout five inch erections and have dry orgasms
while they nursed at her breasts. No longer content to wait for
bedtime, Ruth began to suckle her sweet smelling sons, take them
inside her silky wetness during the day while Sam was off hunting
or selling his moonshine. She also enjoyed watching her little boys
play together naked between her legs, suckle each other they way
she had taught them until their small naked bodies writhed with
little orgasms, while she masturbated with the fattest corncob she
could find. Sam too took great pride in his fine sons and as his
performance in bed declined with age he relied more and more on his
boys to keep the insatiable Ruth satisfied.

No more babies he warned Ruth repeatedly, claiming he was too old
at 65 to put up with the fussing and crying of newborns. So when
Taylor and Tyler showed pubic hair at age eleven and started to
ejaculate small amounts of semen, Sam put an end to any further
intercourse between mother and sons.  Suckins' okay, but no fuckin'
became the rule. Taylor was the first twin to ejaculate a full load
of sperm laden semen while his penis was deep in his mother's mouth.
Tyler followed his brother's lead the next day with a big load of
creamy sperm which he squirted all over Ruth's face and breasts.

Ruth liked fellating her preteen sons, having them ejaculate in her
mouth or on her face, but she sorely missed Taylor and Tyler taking
turns between her legs, mounting her like a bitch dog in heat.  She
missed guiding their turgid organs into her sopping wet vagina and
their energetic thrusting and pumping, and the multiple orgasms she
got from their couplings.  She begged Sam to buy some condoms, but
Sam wasn't about to spend scarce money on scum bags, as he called
them, when he wouldn't spend money on food or on clothes. They ate
what Sam found or caught and they wore what little clothes they
owned.  The boys preferred going naked anyway.

Ruth was gone within the month and Sam was left to raise his now
sexually mature sons alone.  Taylor and Tyler took care of each
other's sexual needs orally.  They took care of Sam too, once a
month or so, when he felt the urge or got an erection watching his
boys pleasuring each other. Last year when the boys were sixteen
and Ruth had been gone more than four years, Sam happened upon two
young men, queers, camping on his land.  He knew they were queers
because he saw one cornholing the other.  Suckin's jes' fine, Sam
always told his sons, but bendin' over, takin' dick up the ass,
that's fer queer boys, ho..mo..sex..u..als. One fellow ran off when
he spotted Sam, leaving his pal, naked, hog tied ass up across a
fallen tree.  They had fun with that queer boy for three months,
until, as Sam explained it, his boy pussy wore out from too much
fuckin', and they let him go. Now it appeared that Taylor and Tyler
may have found another one.

Chapter XVIII

Taylor and Tyler climbed onto the bed of the truck with me. "Watch
this, pa," Taylor said as he and his twin let their ragged shorts
fall to their feet. "See how fast Fag bones up jes' lookin' at us
nekkid? We tried him out by the pond an' Fag sucks cock good as the
boy ya' brought home last year. Watch, pa."

Hearing my name, Fag, I scrambled to my knees and opened my mouth,
eager to show the old man what a good cocksucker I was. "Yes, thank
you," I said politely when Tyler asked if my mouth was dry, if I was
thirsty again...if I wanted a drink of water or a drink of piss,
before I sucked his cock. "No water," I said, remembering how bad
the water in the pond tasted. "Fag doesn't like water. Fag likes
piss."  I liked my name, Fag, short for Faggot, saying it out loud.
It suited me and I liked the way it sounded.  According to my new
friends I was a queer...whatever that meant. My past may be a blank,
but at least I had a name and a future as a queer.

I drank deeply of Tyler's golden yellow urine, smacking my lips at
the delicious taste of his warm piss as it flowed into my mouth.
Taylor didn't have to go, but he promised to save his piss for me
to drink later. Instead, he let me lick the sweat under his arms,
the hair tickled my nose, and lick between his toes.  The smell was
so good.

"I reckon you boys are right 'bout this fella bein' queer an' all.
Best we wait a day or two, see if somebody don' come 'round lookin'
for'im.  Nobody comes a callin' we can keep'im t' suck yer cocks
an' have some fun fuckin'im.  Put a collar on Fag an' lock'im up
with the dogs fer now, case he gets a mind to run off. Time fer you
boys t' do yer book learnin'.  Newspapers inside t' practice yer
readin'. Cain't have no dumb Pritchards not knowin' how t' read.
No poutin', or sad faces, cocksucker'll keep fer a few days."

"But he ain't blowed us yet, pa," Taylor wailed. "Y'ain't seen how
good Fag sucks dick."

"Cocksuckin'll have to wait.  You boys best mind me an' keep yer
dicks outta Fag's mouth."

I sniffed their balls while the twins protested some before minding
the old man.  Tyler buckled a collar with a metal leash around my
neck and led me and the hound dog to a cage-like enclosure behind
the house and next to the barn. I had to crawl in behind the dog
since the cage was too low for me to stand up.  The dog growled as
I settled into a corner.  Tyler told me to move because I was in
the dog's favorite spot.

Taylor set out two bowls, one for the dog and one for me. The dog's
bowl he filled with fresh water from a nearby well...mine he filled
with his fresh piss which I greedily lapped up while it was still
warm.  "Thanks for remembering the piss, master Taylor."

"Your welcome, Fag," Taylor said kindly, pulling on his nuts. He saw
me staring at his prick and added.  "Sorry, Fag, but you heard what
pa said, I can't put my prick in your mouth, you can't suck it. Damn
shame too, 'cause I got a big load a sperm heatin' up in my balls."

I was sorry too, and hungry. My stomach was rumbling.  A big load
of Taylor's sperm, all warm and creamy, delicious, squirting into
my mouth, sliding down my throat, was just what I needed to satisfy
my hunger. "Master Taylor," I said, the germ of a wonderful idea
forming in my brain. "I know your daddy said no cocksucking, keep
your dick out of my mouth. Do you think maybe it'd be okay, if it's
not too much trouble, you could kind of, you know, jerk off into
my mouth?  I wouldn't suck it or anything, just keep my mouth open
and you could fill it up with the big load of delicious sperm in
your balls."

"No suckin', just jerkin' and cummin'?"

"Yes, master, cumming in my mouth."

"Ya want me t' jerk off into ya mouth, fill ya up like a, like a,
fill ya mouth up with sperm like a scumbag?"

"Yes! Yes!" I shouted, all excited at the prospect of warm semen,
sperm, scum, squirting into my mouth. "Use my mouth for a scumbag!"

"What's all the shouting?"  Tyler asked.  He was carrying a bowl of
sloppy looking stuff, for the dog I guessed.  Maybe the dog would
share his food with me if Taylor didn't want to jerk off into my
mouth.

"It's Fag," Taylor answered. "He's hungry for cum. Since daddy said
no cocksucking, keep our dicks outta his mouth, Fag's askin' me t'
jerk off, shoot my cum into his mouth. Fill'im up with sperm, sorta
like a scumbag."

"Sounds like fun, usin' Fag's mouth for a scumbag.  Hey, talkin'
'bout scumbags reminds me of the Christmas when cousin Jeremiah
brought a whole box a colored ones an' all us boys came to supper
wearin'em over our hard pricks."

"And the girl cousins wouldn't suck our dicks cause they didn't
like the rubber taste."

"Best part was tryin' t' put one on Trojan. Remember, Taylor, it
kept bustin' cause his cock was way too big."

Taylor pulled Tyler away from the fence and started whispering in
his ear.  Whatever he was saying...their cocks started growing,
they were giggling.

"How'd ya like a really big dick fer ya mouth?" Taylor asked me.

"Big balls too, kinda smelly cause he don't take a bath much, and
loaded with sticky sperm." Tyler added.

"Can I suck it," I asked excitedly. "Suck his big dick and eat his
cum?"

"You might change yer mind when you see Trojan's cock. It's big!
You'll prob'ly have t' lick his balls, asshole too, t' get his dick
out and ready fer suckin'.  I gotta warn ya, Fag, once ya start
suckin' Trojan's cock, ya' cain't stop til he cums or Trojan'll
get mean and angry. Think ya' queer enough, Faggot?  Queer enough
t' do what it takes t' be Trojan's cocksucker?"

All I heard was big dick, big balls, loads of sperm...the rest,
the rest was unimportant. Whoever Trojan was I wanted to be his
cocksucker, suck him off, his sticky semen spurting into my
mouth. I wanted Trojan's cock, Trojan's sperm....I wanted it bad.
"I'm queer enough, master Taylor, a total queer," I said proudly.

Tyler opened the cage, Taylor picked up my leash. I docilely followed
behind my two masters. Not to the house where I expected Trojan to
be waiting for his blow job, but into the old barn which was empty
except for an old tractor and a sad looking old horse. "Here he is,
Fag," Tyler said, leading me to the stall.

"Here who is?" I replied impatiently, looking around for the person
who was going to let me suck his dick.

"Here's Trojan."

"Trojan is a horse?  I get to suck a horse's cock?"

"Sure, why not," Taylor said.  "You're a queer and queers'll suck
anything. Take a look, Fag, see what ya think. See if you wanna be
a horse's cocksucker."

I climbed into the smallish stall and sat down in the damp hay
under Trojan's big body. The warm comforting smell of sweaty horse
flesh, urine and manure, washed over me. His big shiny horse cock
and heavy balls swayed freely over my head as he shifted his hind
legs and lowered his head to look at me with his big brown eyes.
"Easy boy," I said softly, stroking his nose. "Easy Trojan."
We looked at each for a minute or so, face to face, bonding.

I reached up and touched Trojan's ball sack and the leathery flesh
of his thick shaft, with my hand first and then with my tongue. The
smell alone made me shiver with excitement as I pressed my face into
him. I licked around his balls, back and forth along the length of
his cock which extended halfway up his belly, delighted with the
ripe taste of unwashed horsemeat.  Trojan whinnied his approval
and showed his appreciation with a loud fart followed by a gusher
of steamy piss which rained down on my body. I scrambled to get the
pissing end of his cock pointed towards my face.  Horse piss filled
my mouth again and again, so quickly that I couldn't swallow fast
enough and I let the endless stream of urine spray all over me.

Taylor and Tyler were laughing as I struggled in vain to get my
mouth around the end of Trojan's powerful cock.  Every time I got
a bit of him into my mouth, Trojan would flex his cock and send me
sprawling into a pile of old manure. It was no easy task being a
horse's cocksucker, but I was determined to make him cum. I kept
my hands moving up and down the growing shaft, jerking him off,
used my tongue on the huge flaring cock head and after much hard
work a gusher of hot semen blasted me in the face. I cried out in
pain from the forceful blast and lost my grip on his cock. Cum was
raining down, shooting out all over the stall, all over my naked
body. All that lovely horse cum going to waste when it could have
been going into my mouth to satisfy my insatiable appetite for
semen.

I licked Trojan's shrunken, but still massive cock and around his
sweaty balls hoping to get him aroused again.  I got the head in
my mouth and sucked hard for several minutes. Marble sized nuggets,
a mixture of sperm and piss, rewarded my efforts.

"What's goin' on in here? Didn't I tell you boys to...well I'll be
damned, the queer's suckin' Trojan's dick."

"Fag was hungry, pa.  He's still hungry.  Trojan cummed all over
'im 'cept in his mouth and..."

"Put'im back in the cage and git t' work on yer book learnin' like
I tol' ya.  The queer can suck the dog if he's hungry."

Back in my cage I crawled over to the sleeping dog and looked
between his legs. The dog stirred when I licked his balls, whined
when I took one in my mouth and growled when I sucked it gently.
An inch of red doggy dick poked out of the furry sheath. I quickly
took the thin cock in my mouth and swallowed the piss that squirted
out.  The dog seemed to like my cocksucking talents because his cock
continued to expand in my mouth and I felt the knot try to push its
way into my throat.  I rubbed the dog's balls while sucking his dick
and happily swallowed the small load of thin dog cum he produced.

I closed my eyes curled up with the dog, feeling safe and secure in
my new home...happy to be a queer.