Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2018 10:52:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Craig Brown Subject: A perfect submissive A Perfect Submissive. By Pepperpuppy ************************************************************ Please donate to Nifty so everyone can continue to enjoy the stories on it. This story is a work of fiction. Man is a weak, mentally feeble creature and people like me shamefully write stories about males being dominated and wanting to obey that person. So if you enjoy this story please contact me craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com and let me know. ************************************************************ I'm not the type of intimidating person whose mere presence alone makes other people scared to disobey me. In fact I didn't think even my wife is frightened of me. She never seems to obey me and bend over and let me fuck her up the arse when I tell her that's what I want to do. In fact after fourteen years of marriage together, she's never once allowed me to slip my cock up her little wrinkled starfish, even when I plead with her to let me. Her vagina isn't that tight after three kids and although she's still an enjoyable fuck at times, her snatch doesn't offer the same amount of enjoyment it once did. Instead I find I get more enjoyment, fucking my best mate Greg up the arse out in the garage, whenever he comes over to get me to help him fix his old bomber. We've even made it a sort of game of sorts. He'd (Greg) pretends to be the submissive girlie boy and sometimes even wears a women's nightie for the part. Then he'll say he wishes I could make him pregnant, that always has me quickly thrusting my cock up his arse frantically and breathlessly, telling him when I was cuming and that his eggs were being fertilising right "NOW", as I pump a load of sperm up his tight backdoor. Sometimes it means having to fertilise Greg's eggs several times (to help him with his wish) while trying to get his car's motor tuned correctly in between fucks. Other times he'd play the role of a flirty temptress slave, teasing me by bending over the car bonnet and flashing his butt while wearing nothing but a pair of sexy panties and say (s)he was my slave and wanted nothing more than to make sure I was happy... That meant I had to adopt a "commanding" personality and order her/him to do things, (often obscenely disgusting) that saw her/him acting girlishly agreeing to do so. **************** What I never expected in a million years, was when one Saturday (with the wife and two of our siblings away visiting her family for the weekend) and "again" fixing my best friend's car, to have my oldest boy Mark (now almost a teenager) appear in the garage wearing one of his mother's sexy baby doll nighties, asking if he could be my slave instead of Uncle Greg. His still as yet unbroken girlish high pitched voice and with what he wearing, had my cock almost immediately rock hard and bulging inside the shorts I had on. A quick peek at my friend Greg's pants showed Mark's get up had affected him the same way. Thinking to myself that I'd turn this all into a bit of a fun game, having no intention whatsoever of actually ever doing anything to him like that. In a mock serious tone of voice I began explaining the importance of being a slave to my son, emphasising the need for a slave to be meek and submissive and obey any and all of my commands. His soft shy reply to me, (which only seemed to emphasise his slight lisp) "yeth daddy I under thand" made me involuntarily jizz in my pants, leaving my underwear damp and sticky as I quietly whispered under my breath, unable for him to hear "oh fuck you look so sexy dressed like that". A tell-tale damp patch in the front of my pants had my mate Greg telling me, "you shouldn't waste the chance to train your boy properly in the right way of how to be a slave", while tugging down his own shorts and starting to play with himself. My son turned to look at him and said he had a big dickie and shyly asked Greg if he could touch it. "Dave?" he asked...his expectantly excited single word question had me simply nodding my head at my son, then telling him with a resigned sigh he could go and feel Uncle Gary's stiff willie, furious at how life had done this to me with my own son. Mark seemed to skip like a girl over to him and begin running his two tiny hands over my friends cock which Greg's reactions to it being "oh shit Dave your boy's hands feel like two feathers touching me" as he began humping my son's hands almost immediately. What really pissed me off was looking at my son starting to lower his head and begin kissing Greg's stiff cock as he held it, or my best friend's hands firmly grasp my son's head and hold it as he started imperceptively slowly rock back and forth with closed eyes. That did it! If the apple of my eye was going to be a sissy cocksucker this young, I was going to make sure that he wasn't going to get the chance to change his ideas when he grew older later on. In no frame of mind to concentrate on repairing a junk motor car that should have been crushed for scrap twenty years ago, I downed tools and went and stood behind my son's back as he noisily slurped away on my best friend's cock. Looking over his shoulder at the glazed expression on my Greg's face, silently told me that my boy must have either done this before, or my friend was simply not used to getting blow jobs. Whichever it was, I decided that if my son was a fag, I'd better make sure he enjoyed himself before I punished him. So spitting on my grease covered first finger, I pulled the back of his panties down with my other hand and quickly inserted my thick digit into his tight tiny hole and thrusted it upwards. He seemed to loudly gag as my finger entered his arse, but other than that and feeling my intruding finger being clasped tighter, the only other indication he might have enjoyed it, was after thrusting up his arse fast for a minute or so, I heard his breathing through his nose suddenly get loud and quicker. Starting to feel his anus begin to spasmodically clamp and unclamp on my finger, a muffled girlie sounding cry told me I'd at least ensured he felt good. Moments later I watched my son start to choke. Even if Greg's hands hadn't been so tightly holding my boy's head so close to his crotch, I still would have guessed what was happening, as loud swallowing told me my son stomach was now being filled with lots of thick slimy male sperm. When Greg finally let go of Mark's head, I'd have expected to see my boy try and retch or spit out any sperm still in his now sperm covered mouth, but instead saw my son start to slowly and deliberately lick clean Greg's cock for him, before saying thank you and standing up straight. He was even still trying to swallow the tiny residue in his throat while licking any sperm in reach of his tongue that was on his lips or mouth. I wasn't angry, annoyed, sexually aroused or anything else at my son's apparent indifference to what I'd just seen him do. Instead I was more determined than ever to ensure that his apparent enjoyment for being a men's fuck toy was going to be the last time he's enjoy sucking a guy off or if he'd already tried anal sex, he'd never enjoy it again. He smiled when I instructed him to now go and take a long shower and get dressed in another of his mother's baby doll outfits but this time without the panties, for his slave initiation ceremony in two hour's time. I told him to use my razor and carefully shave any hair from around his cock and balls and between his arse cheeks as well as both of his legs. As soon as he wondered off towards the bathroom I asked Greg to follow me and headed for my car. After a short drive to where I obviously knew the place I wanted to go to, I pulled up across just down the street from a local tattoo and piercing shop, where once inside and after a friendly consultation with the store's proprietor, saw me spending almost a thousand dollars on things that even the proprietor was telling me he seemed somewhat reluctant to have me buy. But he chuckled all the same at my determined insistence to have him explain in full but simple detail how to use each item(s) I (with his helpful and knowledgeable advice) selected. I then walked (with Greg) to a sex store only three doors down and purchased some sex toys, this time for my boy's hopeful enjoyment, or if not at least my wife would likely get some use from, if I showed them to her when she got home in three day's time, Probably about Monday lunchtime. Greg was very animated watching me buy things, aware what most of them did already. Each time he asked me about an item I was about to select and buy, his face became ever more happily incredulous about my intentions for my son's "Initiation Ceremony". When we had finished my part of the shopping, he even asked the young female shop employee to help him buy a sexy corset in his size, shamelessly telling her he liked to wear those type of things. He quietly told me while she out back trying to find his size that I'd probably be wanting a helpful slave maiden to attend me at my boy's initiation. He got even more excited when I suggested to the shop girl assisting him, that she should choose one that had an area in the crotch for somewhere to hold a butt plug, then randomly choosing a large one from off the shelf, placed it in the basket I was holding. We also ended up buying a masculine "dominant master's outfit" for me to wear for the impromptu ceremony I was still planning in my head. Before I drove off for home, I stopped at a pharmacy and purchased several tubes of lubricant that had anaesthetics in them, having become worried about some of the things I'd purchased ending up hurting him worse than I actually planned they would. Greg seemed to understand my concerns as I told him why I was purchasing the items, saying with a broad smile, that he might need some as well if I wanted to try any of them out on him afterwards...I smiled back at him and inquired was he volunteering to take my son's place to be quickly told he wasn't if some of the items purchased worked like the tattoo store owner said they would. When we got home, I went and searched for Mark and found him sitting in-front of the vanity dresser my wife sat on in our bedroom. He was attempting to (and quite well I thought) apply make up to his face. He stood up startled as I brusquely asked him what he was doing at his mother's dresser. Staring at his now smoothly shaved legs and his groin area, they were now openly displayed from the royal blue coloured satin fabric open baby doll top, as following my orders he wasn't wearing the matching panties. The partial makeup, the way he seemed to radiate sex so casually, he obviously wasn't a stranger to dressing up in women's clothes either. Probably not even a virgin in his arse either, which had me fleetingly wonder who had taken his cherry and how old the person was who'd done it. My cock was tented hard in my shorts simply looking at him dressed as he was. He said he still needed to do a bit more makeup and he'd be finished, timidly asking me if it was OK with me. I mutely nodded my head and left to go back and talk to Greg. He was standing outside in the kitchen, obviously not wanting to disturb me. I quickly told him about what my son was doing just then (and beginning to smile back at me) I asked him to go and get showered and changed in the master bedroom with my son and help him finish off getting ready and then he was to blindfold him and not to lay a finger on him or try having sex with him. He assured me he wouldn't only asking if he could use some of my wife's shower things to get ready and with my nod, headed towards the master bedroom carrying his purchase with him. I then spent a hurried half hour or so clearing away enough space in the garage by pushing Greg's old car out onto the driveway. With no cars in the garage double garage now, there was enough space to drag over an old bench to place everything on. I took extra special care lubricating first the gynaecological spreader forceps, the ridiculously thick foot long plunger that was shaped as a fist at one end as well as the training harness, making sure the "supersize" plug was firmly screwed on and held in place. The harness alone should ruin him anally for any future boyfriends I hoped, the others I'd bought out of anger initially, but now hoped they wouldn't be necessary. I made sure the Velcro restraints were hanging loose and untangled over in the area I had deemed they'd be best suited for use. I also made sure I had punctured the seals over the lubricants bottles and filled up several hollow dildos with some of the lubricant as well as the plunger in-case I needed to use it after all. My final touch at realism was lighting several thick perfumed candles which quickly made the enclosed garage smell sickly sweet, before picking up my own outfit to wear and heading for the master bedroom to get showered and changed. I silently walked into the bedroom to see Greg slowly walking beside my son, as Mark took small careful steps wearing a pair of his mother`s "taller" pairs of high heels, blindfolded with one of her silk scarves. When he and Greg turned about and I saw them, I'd have raced over and fucked Mark senseless if he'd been my wife. Greg's face was made up too (Mark talking him into it I suppose) and his made up face and rouged lips made me want to fuck him almost as much as I wanted to fuck my son. Mark's finished face looked so sensual of what I could see of it, apart from his scarf covered eyes. Kindly telling Mark he looked perfect,(instead of raping hi legless) I helped him along with Greg's assistance outside into the lounge room, where he and Greg would have a much longer length of uninterrupted floor area to practice walking in heels on. Softly telling him I needed to talk to Uncle Greg for a moment I led Greg out of the room to tell him about the rest of my instructions. In the master bedroom Greg excitedly told me about how my son(?) had been able to finish doing his own face and had even lubed himself hoping I'd take his virginity!!!!! "OMF'nG how could he STILL be a virgin" I asked Greg to have him shrug his shoulders and ask me if it was OK with me, could he be allowed to screw Mark after I was finished with him. He seemed shocked hearing me say that after what I'd just learned, I'd have to ruin him anally now, but promised Greg I'd make sure he got a chance to fuck him before I did it. I then asked Greg to kneel down and suck me a bit and he hurriedly got down on his knees and quickly began swallowing my stiff cock. I knew I was so horny I'd cum almost straight away and quickly pulled Greg's mouth off me, before telling him to stand up and go kneel on the bed. I hurried behind him as instead of kneeling; simply lay over the edge of the bed, his arse easily available. I wasted little time ripping the Velcro crotch under the corset apart and barely glimpsing the smudged red lipstick ring on my cock, forcefully thrust into his unlubed anus, his own saliva being the only lubricant. I only hoped his piercing scream hadn't frightened my son Mark, as his dry tight opening quickly gave in to my steel hard cock, which plunged into his now unresisting anal cavity. His load groan was either one of pain or else lust and I didn't care which as I felt my balls start to signal I'd cum in a moment. "Oh fuck that's good Greg" I gasped. "Sorry if it hurt pal, but I hope you understand" as with another thrust I felt my sperm rising up the tube. "I hope you're on the pill honey because I'm going to knock you up otherwise" I told him and pushed in hard and stayed deep inside his anus as my balls expelled a load almost the biggest I'd ever done. "Oh Chreeest Davey, I can feel you coating my eggs" Greg gaspingly told me. As I calmed down and started to breathe normally again, I eased out of him amazed to find the lipstick ring on my cock still visible, although slightly more smudged and smeared with a thin layer of white sperm and white grey faecal matter. As Greg stood up and faced me, I could see his pink lip gloss smeared over his mouth and chin even on the tip of his nose. "Lucky I douched in the shower earlier" he told me, and gingerly started walking towards the private bathroom to freshen up and be hopefully able to repair his makeup. I shed the rest of the clothes I was wearing and now had some time to look closer at the "Master's outfit" I'd purchased earlier on. It wasn't that complicated to wear, although I remembered to put some talcum powder in the leather briefs and unfasten the front two clips so my cock could hand down in-front of me. The leather vest didn't have fasteners at the front and I's make my mind up as to wearing it when I got dressed after drying off. When Greg came back out he'd been able to fix his lip gloss and face, looking once again as fuckable as earlier on. My own cock hardened noticeable and if it wasn't a matter of getting started on Mark's slave initiation, I'd have enjoyed a more leisurely bout with Greg again. He knew it too and lightly brushing his hand over my cock walked passed me and outside, telling me only that he hadn't douched again and wanted to feel me leaking out of him so he could remember my rape. I then went in and showered, even taking the time to shave myself smooth, to show Mark how a slave should always be clean and smooth front AND back as well as their legs, arms and pits for a master. I even douched since, it had been ages since I'd done it before and besides, my son would be getting a douching of sorts(probably several)before the weekend was over. When I had dried off and gotten dressed, I was wearing the complete outfit, having decided to show Mark what a future master would probably wear. I also made myself hard so when he was finally un-blindfolded, one of the first sights he'd see would be my long hard thick cock jutting out of my leather briefs pointed directly at him. I headed out to the lounge room where my son was now comfortably seated with his legs needlessly crossed at the ankles. Greg was seated next to him and gossiping away. He immediately told Mark it was time and helped him to get back up, before quietly giving him instructions that saw him out in the hallway and slowly but surely walking towards the garage comfortably wearing his mother's heels. The clacking sound seemed to suit him I felt as Greg carefully gave him directions towards the garage which as soon as we all entered were engulfed in strongly perfumed incense from the candles burning there. I had no idea how or what to say for my ritual, but knew I had to sound authoritative as I spoke, having not spoken a word to Mark since helping out into the lounge room probably an hour ago. "Slave, do you come here of your own free will and mind, wanting to be a submissive slave from now and until the day you're laid to rest" I asked him. Greg whose hand I noticed was now in between Mark's butt crack and seemed to be massaging it, whispered quietly into my son's ear for him to speak aloud. "Yes my master, I unreservedly submit to your authority from now and until forever, or until such times if it should occur, that you no longer wish it to be so" (that cunning bastard Greg). "I do so, obedient to your every wish, desire and thought. I will always allow you to have and take of me, whenever, wherever and however and in total submission to your needs and desires" (Greg was really getting into this I thought). "If you speak truly slave and your heart desires it, kneel before me and prepare to worship your master's gift to you and receive its bounty joyously and totally." Mark knelt down slowly and looked so appealing and so meek all at the same time. "Then let the slave see what his master's bounty is for him" I said and Greg quickly undid the silk scarf. Mark blinked his eyes and was also confronted by my steel hard cock jutting straight out just above his mouth, almost touching the tip of his nose. "Worship this slave and know that from now on, you must be willing to receive it, pleasure it and accept it's fruitful bounty anywhere on or in you, day or night, in private or public, unreservedly and without exception. What say you to this?" and before I knew it his hands had gently grabbed my cock and gently pulling downwards so as to all it to fit into his mouth proceeded to start sucking me noisily. He was also fondling my balls in an effort to stimulate my entire groin and make it more pleasurable. I now understood why Greg had looked as he had earlier on the day. Greg acting the ever vigilant hand maiden for me, placed two of his finger inside his mouth and slobbered onto them before, with a grin to me proceeded to slide them into and up my son's arse and begin a slow and steady thrusting action. My son's soft moan had Greg looking up to me and smiling giving me an OK sign. A moment later I motioned for Greg to grip my son's head tightly and as he did, my nuts erupted with an even bigger flow than I'd recently given to Greg