Date: Thu, 12 Sep 2002 13:30:54 +0000 From: Moore Subject: Southern Submissive Part 7 SOUTHERN SUBMISSIVE (AUTHORITARIAN, HUMIL: T/T, M/T) BY: MOORE Part 7 Chapter XII I got fucked on Sunday. Oliver bent me over a low table in the cabana, in front of the mirrors that Tim had installed so I could watch his twelve inch black dick penetrate my asshole. The pain, the burning sensation, was excruciating, like sandpaper reaming in and out of my asshole. He laughed when I screamed out in pain, begged him to stop. He laughed again not two minutes later, when I moaned aloud in pleasure and begged him to fuck me harder and deeper. The pain was all gone, sandpaper had turned to silk. Like a bitch dog in heat, I couldn't get enough cock, my master's cock. He fucked me three times on Sunday. My asshole got so stretched open, the hole has never closed back all the way, that cum was pouring out as fast as he pumped it in. I cleaned Oliver's cock and balls after each fuck and licked the slime off his ass and thighs too. No Winslow slave boy ever had a better master. The next day when I got home from school he was gone. Back to Chicago, daddy said that night when he came home from his trip. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to my master or suck his cock one last time or feel his cock push into my newly opened pussy. Oliver was gone. Once again I was a slave without a master. The fun I had had in school was almost forgotten. *** Lou Stallings spotted me and came over as soon as I got off the school bus. I cringed and blushed when he called me scum bag in front of two freshman girls and sighed when he took my hand and put it on his dick inside his denim overalls. I politely reminded him of his promise not to tell anybody that I had sucked his cock. He gruffly reminded me of my promise to suck his cock again in exchange for his silence. I squeezed his cock, stroked it a few times, and agreed to meet him in the locker room during lunch. Lou wasn't alone when I got to the locker room at noon. His kid brother Georgie was with him. "Dis da boy gonna suck mah dick? Didn' tell me he be a white boy, Lou. You sho it gonna be...ain't never heard no white boy suckin' niggah dick afore." "Dis here's no ord'nary boy," Lou said, taking my hand. "Dis here boy's a fag an' fags like to suck dick. He tol' me so hisself. Ain't dat raght? Didn' you tell me you was a queer boy, a faggot, an' a cocksucker? An' didn' you tell me how you like havin' a cock in yo' mouth? An' didn' you tell me how you like t' swalla da cum? Ain't dat raght, scumbag?" I nodded once, slowly. In class, Lou couldn't remember 2+2=4, but he remembered what I said the other day well enough. Lou grinned at me and put my hand inside his overalls. "Ah know ah promised not t' tell nobody, but Georgie, he's not nobody 'cept mah brotha an' you likin' dick so much, suckin' it an' all, I figur'd you be glad havin' two big ol' cocks for suckin' 'steada one." I gulped and nodded again as Lou's prick hardened and pulsed in my hand. I hesitated for a moment...this would be the first time I ever serviced a guy, sucked dick, away from the plantation...and sank to my knees. I was a Winslow slave boy, a personal slave, and masters must have taken their slave boys on a trip sometimes. I was also a faggot, a slave to cock, unable to pass up the chance to suck off a guy and have him blow a load of hot sperm into my cocksucker mouth. "Go 'head Georgie, slide ya prick in his mouth," Lou said. "Da cocksucker's ready. "Don' be worryin' none 'bout usin' no rubber, like when we's fuckin' our bitch sister at home. Fag boys mouth is da rubber, da scumbag. Ain't dat raght, cocksucker? Tell it t' mah brotha. Ain't you a scumbag?" "Yes, Georgie, Lou's right," I said softly. "I am a scumbag." I really hate that label, scumbag. It's bad enough when the guy I'm blowing calls me a scumbag, it's worse when I have to say it. Lou noticed my discomfort. He added to it by making me say it again, louder, before he let Georgie stick his dick into my waiting mouth. First off I'm not a bag, I'm a fag, and second, the semen produced in a guys balls isn't scum. Scum is the vile looking stuff found on stagnant ponds and in soap dishes and shower drains. Semen is the warm creamy beautiful juice that excites me like nothing else in the world. A mouthful of semen is a cocksucker's reward, my reward, for a job, a blow job, well done. Like it or not I said it again, "I am a scumbag," loud, they way Lou wanted. I spent an enjoyable lunch hour on my knees in the locker room alternating between Georgie's dick and Lou's dick, taking a big load of hot cum from each of them. Georgie did it first, peed in my mouth. I'm pretty sure it was an accident, but when he saw me drink his piss without complaint he emptied his bladder and told Lou what I had done. Lou didn't have to piss so he spit in my mouth instead and made me hold his cock between my lips while he drank a glass of water. Vic the click, older and wiser, caught me with his ever present camera while Lou's cock was in my mouth. He took a few pictures then added his contribution to the collection of semen in my cocksucker mouth. I probably would've sucked him off anyway, I would've sucked his dick two years ago when he caught me smelling dirty jock straps, even without the threat of being exposed as a fag. Vic told me to suck his cock so I did. Lou told me to kiss his ass so I did. Georgie told me to lick his nuts so I did that too. "Always suspected you were a fag," Vic said as he wiped his prick on my face. "Now I know it for sure. Wait'll I tell the other guys and....." "Please Vic, no," I cried out. "Not the other guys." Despite my protest, the three of them decided to make me the class cocksucker. They laughed at me when I suggested that maybe it would be better not to tell everybody that I was a fag, keep me for their personal cocksucker. My worst nightmare was about to come true. "Please, Vic, not everybody, not the whole school. I'll do anything you want. Suck your cock every day, whenever you want, kiss your ass. Please don't tell everybody that I'm a fag." "But that's what you are, Jeff," Vick shouted in my ear, "a fag. A cocksucking, ass kissing, ball licking fag. Lou knows it. Georgie knows it. I know it. Now everybody's going to know it. So stop bitching and clean the scum off my dick. I got a class in five minutes." Lottie's advice to keep my cocksucking on the plantation or to be prepared to suck dick in school and in the back seat of cars and in all manner of places was right on the money. One day after blowing Lou and Georgie and Vic in the locker room, the entire school, boys and girls, whites and blacks, knew that Jefferson Davis Winslow III was a faggot cocksucker. I was an equal opportunity cocksucker too. Racial harmony prevailed since black and white dick got serviced regularly in my mouth and in my ass during my high school years. *** I awoke early on graduation day. Showered and shaved, not just my face but my pits, arms, chest, legs and pubic hair too. I haven't had to shave my head yet, but whatever they want I'll do. I noticed that the little blue FAG tatoo above my prick, the one I got on the class trip to Atlanta last year, had faded slightly, but the GAY BOY one inked on my inner thigh was still bright pink. I still wasn't sure I liked being branded, not that it mattered what I thought, or how I was going to explain it to my college roommate in the fall. He'll probably laugh at me, have me suck his dick and fuck me too, like everyone else does. Hell, if college is like high school I'll be putting out for dozens of men, hundreds even. I can't say no to any man who wants to use me whenever and however he wants. The tatoo artist in Atlanta for example, a total stranger, had me walk naked around his shop in the adult bookstore and show every customer my FAG and GAY BOY tatoos. I didn't even complain much when he put me in a room and sent men in to me for blow jobs. Men, even young boys, seem to sense my submissive nature, my need to enslave myself and do what I'm told no matter how humiliating or degrading. Gay boys, Lottie had warned, sperm loving faggot cocksuckers like me, had to be careful not to be turned into the slave to cock I had become. *** I didn't have a date for the prom. No girl in her right mind, not even the ugliest girl in school, would go out with me. It didn't matter that I had a brand new convertible and lots of money to spend, I was still a faggot. At one time or another, every girl in school had seen me with a cock in my mouth. The few girls in school who really liked to fuck around used me as a form of birth control, to suck the cum out their sloppy cunts after bareback fucking so they wouldn't get pregnant. None of them got pregnant so I guess it worked. They also found a use for me as a pussy cleaner when they were on the rag. The prom ended at two in the morning. Guys came into the bathroom to comb their hair and take a last piss in my mouth before heading out with their dates. When all was quiet I got up off my knees and looked around for my clothes. I left them right where I found them, stuffed in a toilet, covered with piss and shit, and walked naked from the bathroom. Slim and Whitey, the school's janitors, were already hard at work cleaning up the gym. They waved to me. "Hey, cocksucker," Slim called out as he unzipped his pants. "Got a nice big dick an' a big load a cum for that faggot cocksucking mouth a yours. Whitey here gonna fill up your pussy ass." Tomorrow morning I was starting out on a two-month drive around the country. See some of America and visit a while with my twin cousins in California before college began in the fall. Tonight though...my last night in high school, my last night as a Winslow plantation slave boy...I had a couple of cocks to take care of, a couple of masters to serve.