A Horn Dog's Fate Chapter 8

A Horn Dog's Fate

Randy MacAnus

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Chapter 8

Charlie slowly awakened, though his eyes were still closed. He felt the hard surface beneath him, and a slight chill. He became aware that there was no blanket--and that he was naked. Well, not 100% naked. He was vaguely aware of something around his neck, wrists and ankles. And he couldn't move his hands from behind his head. And for some reason, his ass felt full. He had completely forgotten where he was, and what his new status in life was.

He became aware that a hand was lightly stroking his body, which was not something he was used to. His father and brothers had never touched him. And his encounters with other boys had not included affection. He had dominated their bodies, but had never been touched by these boys. They had simply obeyed.

As the hot fourteen year old slowly awoke, he vaguely wondered if his mother had returned. As his eyes opened, he took in the huge naked black man standing in front of him. The man's steel hard eight inch cock was mere inches from his face. So... Not his mother.

Finally, it sunk in--this was The Boss. The things he felt were restraints. The fullness in his ass was a butt plug. Charlie was now the Boss' slave. And Charlie was about to get fucked for the first time in his life! Charlie caught his breath. He remained outwardly calm, but his heart was beating rapidly.

The Boss could see the boy taking slow deep breaths. The man was impressed. The little teen had just been awakened, from a deep sleep, clearly having forgotten his circumstances for the moment. And yet, as he remembered, he remained calm on the surface, despite the rude awakening, and the subtle signs of panic.

"Time to lose your anal cherry, boy."

"Yes, Master."

Charlie managed to say the words, without his voice betraying his feelings. It didn't crack. There were no tremors. So that was a small victory. Charlie had no regrets on his decision to give himself to the Boss. It was the best possible option available to him. He wasn't thrilled with those options, of course.

But he was very pleased that he had been able to deny his body to his father and the servants--and probably his brother Mike. And he took great satisfaction in the knowledge that because his father couldn't sell him, he would have to sell Mike to the Boss instead. Likely sooner, rather than later. Charlie had snuck a look at the books a couple of weeks ago. Jason and his company were in deep shit.

"What are you smiling about, slave?"

"I was just anticipating doing to Mike what you're about to do to me."

The Boss laughed and said, "Excellent! That's the best attitude you can have right now."

Charlie grinned, sighed, and spread his legs. The Boss pulled the boy's legs up over his head, and removed the butt plug. The big man set the boy's legs back on his desk, grabbed the lube from a nearby table, then mounted the desk. Charlie couldn't hold his own legs back with his wrists restrained behind his collar, so the two security men Charlie hadn't noticed, came forward and brought his legs back by his ears.

Charlie knew that he was off limits to these men, but it was still disconcerting to have them in the room and holding him in position. He idly wondered if they would jack off while watching The Boss take him. And if so, would they shoot their cum on him? He hoped not. That's the sort of thing one does to a bottom boy.

The Boss lubed Charlie's butt hole. Since the butt plug had relaxed Charlie's hole, The Boss felt no need to take his time. He began by running three fingers deeply inside. As he did so, he massaged the naked teen's prostate, and watched for the boy's reaction. Charlie's eyes widened, and he looked up at The Boss. The big man grinned as Charlie said, "Holy crap!"

"Now you know why bottom boys allow themselves to be fucked. This is going to happen to you on a very regular basis for the entire time I own you. Pay attention to what feels good and where. It will make you a better Dom with the power bottoms I rent you to."

A breathless Charlie nodded his head. He didn't trust his voice!

The Boss lubed the 8 inches between his legs, then lined up with Charlie's virgin hole. When The Boss was in position, with his meat touching the boy's orifice, the henchmen lowered Charlie's legs onto The Boss' shoulders and stepped back. Charlie was taking deep breaths and trying to remain relaxed and calm. The two locked eyes. Charlie knew The Boss would want eye contact throughout. Not a problem. Charlie could not possibly have looked away. He was the prey, locked onto his predator's gaze.

The Boss penetrated with a slow continuous thrust. From his own experience as a top, Charlie knew to relax and push out. He was doing fairly well for the first time, but he was wishing he'd had a chance to practice this with the dildo, before he had to run. Taking a thick, eight inch cock in his fourteen year old virgin hole, was definitely a challenge. Thank goodness The Boss had inserted that butt plug!

The newly deflowered teen was now taking deeper breaths at a faster pace. He wasn't panicked but he was struggling with his emotions, and the pain. He was really grateful to The Boss, for inserting that butt plug. He didn't want to think about the damage that might have been done, if that monster cock had just been shoved straight in!

The Boss felt his pubes pushing against those beautiful butt cheeks, and grinned at his new fuck toy. Charlie smiled back through the pain. He could handle this! It was a very near thing, but he hadn't screamed or even groaned--yet. Another small victory! The Boss waited for two full minutes before moving back. And Charlie needed every second as his early teen body slowly adjusted.

"Ready, boy?"

"Yes, Master."

The helpless naked teen wasn't at all sure he was ready, but there wasn't any way he was going to say `no' to The Boss! He was determined to show as little weakness and vulnerability as he could. He desperately needed this man's respect!

The boy couldn't imagine how traumatic this would be for someone his age and size, with no sexual experience or knowledge. It occurred to him that those racist rapists that chased him were going to have an awful lot of issues to come to grips with. Not just becoming slaves, but slaves to a dominant, powerful black man--with a cock the size of a beer can!

Charlie would have smiled again, maybe even laughed, but he was too busy gasping for breath, and trying to control his sphincter for The Boss' pleasure--and his own! The Boss was taking it slow, thank goodness, but every stroke was hitting his prostate. And while he had been aware it existed, and knew he'd given his subs some pleasure there, he hadn't really focused on it.

Now, as the pain subsided, and the pleasure increased, he realized he could do better. Charlie also realized submitting to The Boss wasn't going to be as grim and degrading as he'd thought. If the man kept giving him pleasure like this, the next couple of years wouldn't be so bad. He wasn't going to tell The Boss that, of course!

The big man was right. It felt great (and was getting better by the minute), but he needed the sense of power and control that came with being the top. That might only be an illusion with the power bottoms he'd be rented out to, and especially with his eventual owner, but he was willing to settle for that. It sure beat the crap out of being in Jack's position!

The Boss began to increase the pace and power of his thrusts. Charlie was just able to avoid making submissive noises. He had to bite his tongue to keep from whimpering! The helpless teen's nice sized cock began to harden as The Boss relentlessly pounded the boy's prostate. Charlie desperately wanted to close his eyes, and moan, but just succeeded in keeping quiet, and staying focused on The Boss' eyes.

The Boss could see the changes in his teen slave's expressions and knew the boy was getting close to his first anal orgasm. He wanted Charlie to know what was possible and what it felt like. He would be worth a lot more money, both as a whore and a slave, if he could routinely fuck the cum out of the submissives and would be rented to, (and eventually be sold to.)

Finally, Charlie could no longer hold back. He began to moan, groan and even whimper. He especially hated the whimper! Charlie couldn't see them, but the two security men were grinning and rubbing their crotches. The Boss didn't want them jacking off when he was taking Charlie. It was a matter of control. He didn't want them to even think about fucking Charlie!

The boy was so damn hot, that The Boss was concerned if he allowed them any freedom at all with Charlie, they wouldn't be able to help themselves. They would be looking for a way to take the hot little stud for themselves. And if it got to that point, there would be violence. The Boss had always had absolute control of his men. That was essential in his line of work. There was loyalty in both directions, but control had to rest with The Boss and no one else. And as long as that wasn't challenged, things kept running smoothly.

Jack was incredibly hot, but everyone could have him. That was like free candy. But Charlie was even hotter. And they could only look, not touch. That was like having mouth watering candy in an open candy dish, that no one else could touch. Lots of temptation. So control was essential.

After about 20 minutes, The Boss saw Charlie's eyes glaze over, his breath quicken and the moaning increase. The little teen was getting close! Then, Charlie's ass went into auto-hump! The Boss moved forward, until Charlie's dick was directly over his face. The boy abruptly blew his load all over his own face and into his mouth. One eye was glued shut by the cum, but the other was still fixed on The Boss' eyes.

The Boss hadn't cum yet, so the fucking continued. Charlie choked a little on the cum that squirted into his mouth, but hardly noticed, as he had the most intense orgasm of his young life! The Boss' eyes were filled with great satisfaction, as he picked up the pace still further, and pounded the newly minted boy twat with a vengeance.

Charlie went right back into auto-hump. His dick never went completely soft. The bound and naked teen was hoping for a second orgasm. His body was clearly headed in that direction. But just as he was about to go over the edge, The Boss blew a massive load into Charlie, and stopped abruptly. He squeezed the teen's balls hard, and Charlie went soft.

"You don't get a second orgasm, until I decide you've earned it. Understood?"

Charlie groaned and nodded, his open eye still focusing on The Boss. The Boss scooped up the cum on the frustrated boy's face and fed it to him. Charlie didn't resist. He was determined never to resist The Boss. His instincts told him that angering this man would be a very bad thing. And he couldn't expect The Boss to hold up his end of the bargain, if Charlie tried in any way to weasel out of his own commitment.

The Boss pulled out and straddled his prize. Charlie knew at the very least he would need to lick The Boss clean. He suspected a throat fucking would follow. It certainly would if it were Charlie on top! The Boss lowered his junk onto that beautiful face, and the exhausted teen went right to work. He licked the huge hairy balls clean, then moved on to the big beautiful black cock. The big man knew the teen slave was operating on fumes, and was impressed with the energy and effort he managed.

The kid was doing his best to hold up his end of their agreement. All of the slaves he had purchased were white. And with the exception of Jack, every one had started off with serious white privilege interfering with their initial training. Jack hadn't known he'd been purchased. He thought his decent into slavery was his own fault.

But the others had been sold to him by desperate parents, and the slaves knew it. So breaking them had been a harsh process. Jack just had to be manipulated. And Charlie had agreed to everything before he ever left his house. He clearly understood his vulnerability. So he was determined to do his best. And as long as he continued to make a positive effort with a compliant attitude, The Boss knew he would honor their agreement, regardless of the danger of not making him available to his security team.

Once his cock was clean, the ripped black stud began gently throat fucking that pretty mouth. Charlie was ready for it, and was grateful The Boss wasn't actually pounding his throat. When the massive meat was in his mouth, he used his talented tongue in all the right places. When it was in his throat, he swallowed around it, and used his throat muscles to massage the beast.

He still had one eye sealed shut, but kept the other firmly fixed on the predatory eyes looking down on him. It took quite a while, as Charlie was still new to giving head. But eventually The Boss groaned and shot straight down the helpless throat beneath him.

The Boss noticed the two henchmen rubbing their crotches. He couldn't risk leaving them alone with Charlie!

"Men, as a special treat, why don't the two of you go to the basement and spit roast Jack?"

The two men smiled, and gave The Boss a thumbs up. As they left, The Boss got off the desk, rolled Charlie over, and inserted a locking butt plug into his ass. Charlie groaned at the intrusion, but appreciated what it meant. His boy twat would remain relaxed for future use, and locked away from temptation.

The Boss went to a cupboard and grabbed a blanket and pillow for Charlie.

"You've earned this. I want you to stay here for now. I'll get you down to your cage later in the day. It's time for me to start dealing with those two rednecks."

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