Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2022 16:50:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Clay Bottom <clay.bottom@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy Faggot Slave 15

Daddy Faggot Slave Part 15


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Story:


The next big turn in my downward spiral came on a Sunday after working at
Master Son Jeff's ranch.  I'd emptied my nuts on Friday and Saturday while
anonymous men fucked me, so I had a few hours when my fag brain was not
soaking in hormones.  In other words, I felt guilty, dirty, and afraid.  My
Master brother-in-law Jess was at my house when I got back at 11 AM.  Not
good timing, I needed to shower and clean myself out again before my wife
came home from church about 12:30.  Over the weekend, so many men had
planted their seed deep in me, butter balls of concentrated jizz were still
working their way out of my sore cunt.  I showered at the ranch, but my
pussy still felt wet, and I know I still smelled like a whore.


Master Jess being in our house was not unusual.  He had a key, and he and
his sister were always close.  It was unusual for him to use me with so
little time and so much risk.  Master Jess wasn't there to get service for
himself.  He was there to get me ready.  He did not say much, just commands
where to go and what to do.  When Master Jess left me at 11:30, I was
naked, in chastity, and tied to a dining room chair and facing my own bed.
My hands were tied behind my back and my ankles were tied to the chair
legs.  The spider gag in my mouth was almost too big to fit.  The strap on
the gag must have been tied to the chair back.  I couldn't move my head
much without the metal digging into my lips.


Panic would be an understatement.  I struggled to get free knowing there
was no chance.  Time seemed to stand still as spit dripped down my chin
while I waited for exposure and my normal life to end.  Not much time to
escape but so much time to think.  A few months ago I was a curious
straight man with sub gay fantasies.  I was just checking out hook-up sites
to get hot and jack off.  I wasn't really planning to meet a man much less
be his no limit fag daddy slave.  A slave for a man as young as my son.
I'm not even absolutely sure Master Jeff is 18 Fuck, I ruined my great life
for young cock and cum.  I lost everything when I sent the message to
Master Jeff begging to be a fuck toy for him and his friends for the
summer.  Simmer is long gone, but I'm still a fucktoy for whoever he says.
He reeled me in and made me his slave toy and rent-a-fag.  Everyone with
dollars was Master Jeff's friend and I have no idea how many men have
dumped their loads in me.  Worst of all he made me get off being used and
made me need anon dick and cum.  Soon my wife will know what I am.  This
was his plan all along I think, but nobody forced me to be Master Jeff's
fag daddy, I begged for it.  What would he do with me after my wife finds
me and my real life explodes?


I stopped torturing myself with regrets and panicked harder when I heard
the front door open.  She had to hear me struggling, but did not come to
the bedroom right away.  I heard her laugh and then another deep masculine
voice.  I can't tell you what I was thinking or doing.  I think my mind
shut down.  The next thing I remember was my wife and my boss Paul standing
by my bed.  He had both hands on her ass pressing her against his body and
his tongue in her mouth.  This had to be a hallucination, but it wasn't.
When their kiss broke, they both looked me in the eye for a few seconds
then they went back to their business.  He half pushed and she half dropped
to her knees.  She didn't have to be told what to do. She undid his belt,
dropped his pants, and helped him out of his pants and his bright red
underwear.  This was obviously not the first time she had been on her knees
for him.


In my imagination and in the story I told Master Jeff, I said Boss Paul had
a 9" cock.  I didn't give him enough credit in my story.  I saw his cock
was really 10" or more and the thick head was covered in foreskin and wet.
Karen could only get about 2" in her mouth.  In 25 years, I'd never seen
her lips stretched so much.  When a man fucks my face and his cock heads
hit the back of my mouth, he rams his cock into my tight throat.  Boss Paul
was not rough like that with Karen.  He let her give a half ass blow job
till he was rock hard and his dick head was wet.


Boss Paul: "Strip for me.  Get on the bed doggie style."


I'd almost never seen my wife head down and ass up.  Sex with us was tame,
mostly missionary position.  She turned her head sideways and I could see
the expression of lust on her face as my boss slowly worked his thick meat
into her.  She made a sharp sound when he hit bottom in her.  She only took
8" of his manhood and he didn't force her to take him to the root.  For the
first time, one of them acknowledged me and spoke.


Boss Paul: "Faggot, I pick up your slack at home just like I carry you at
work.  She needs a man to fill her needs.  Obviously you can't.  She would
tell you herself, if I gave her permission to speak.  The look on her face
and the guttural sounds I force out of her should tell you everything you
need to know. "


She never spoke, but her low moans and grunts did tell me he was pleasuring
her more than I ever had.  No hard balls deep fucking, but a steady fast
rhythm that brought her to a loud animalistic orgasm in 5 minutes.  In the
past when I made her cum, she make me stop and finish myself off because
she was too sensitive.  Paul did not even slow down.  He held her hips
tight to keep her in position as her hands pawed at the bed sheets.  She
was close to her 2nd orgasm when he unloaded his balls into my wife.


Boss Paul: "Jess told me you love going ass to mouth after he or any man
breeds you.  You will have to settle for sucking pussy juice and cum off my
cock now."


His cock head fit through my spider gag with some difficulty.  He was still
mostly hard as he face fucked me and cleaned his dick off in my throat.  He
went balls deep and all I could do was gag and try to breathe when I could.


Boss Paul: "You are my clean-up boy now.  I'll let you clean my cum out of
the bitch's pussy soon.  She love a real man's dick and is a good fuck, but
she isn't like you.  She does not spread herself open for every and any
man, and she has limits.  Jeff and Jess tell me you have very few limits.
Based on the recordings I've heard and videos I've watched, you have no
limits I need to respect.  Your wife has two limits that annoy me.  She
won't stick her tongue up my ass and rim me to get me hard for a 2nd round
and she won't take my cock up her ass.  Says it is way too big and would
hurt too much.  She was nice enough to offer me your ass to use though.
You did good and your tight throat kept my cock hard.  I can cum again
right away if I stay hard.  Going to untie you.  You will drop to your
knees and I'll reward you with a quick taste of my ass hole.  I showered
this morning, so not raunchy and ripe like I'm told you love.  I've seen
the video of you in a restroom beginning to lick Jeff's dirty ass clean.
Begging to kiss a kid's ass.  Fucking pathetic.  He is more of a man than
you.  Begged to lick his friends' ass holes too.  Jess tells me you begged
to eat his friend Jake's ass right after he took a shit ! (not true, I had
to do it.  They would have crushed my nuts if I hadn't).  I'll give you an
appetizer today, but you'll get what you crave soon enough.


I was untied when he finished talking, and I did what I was trained to do.
I dropped to my knees and spread his big round muscled cheeks apart.  His
legs were strong and defined from his ankles all the way up.  Fucking
beautiful fur covered ass and I dove in with long licks from his taint to
the top of his ass crack.  He was clean, but the muskie aromatic odor was
perfume to me.  He only let me wallow in his ass crack for a minute or two.


Boss Paul: "Karen, this is what a good slut does to keep a man hard and get
a man's 2nd load warmed up.  See how much he is getting into it?  A born
slut. When you used to fuck him, it was lesbo shit because he was born to
be a pussy.  Get your back against the headboard and spread your legs wide.
The faggot is going to clean you out too.  Eat my cum out of your pussy and
make you cum again."


My wife didn't say anything but quickly got into position.  I'd gone down
on her many times over the last 25 years, but this was still like the first
time.  First time eating her out with another man watching and with his
cream pie in her sloppy wet pussy.  Paul's hand pushed my face hard into
her pussy as his cock pushed into mine.  His penetration was lubed only
with my spit and the thick remnants of the loads I had taken the night
before.  It was just enough to get his thick meat in me in one stroke.  He
was not gentle.  It was more of a grudge fuck.  What the fuck had I done to
him?  Every pounding thrust pushed my tongue into my wife's cum wet pussy.
I savored the cum I lapped up but still I liked eating a man's ass more.  I
was a total fag now.  My wife came a 2nd time in only a few minutes, but I
kept licking her wet gash.  Boss Paul decided if and when we were done.
Ten or 15 minutes of using my cunt for a fucktoy and using my tongue for a
pussy cum rag before he injected his 2nd load in me balls deep.  I was sore
and conflicted as hell, but still I did not want it to end.


Boss Paul: "You have sucked all my cum out of her.  Good cleanup boy.  You
clean my messes from now on. Now clean your nasty ass off my dick and
balls.  Show the bitch what a good slut does after getting fucked up the
ass."


His cock was covered in strands of white cum.  Almost nutty rich tasting,
some of the best I have eaten, and I have swallowed a lot.  My wife and
boss went to our bathroom to shower.  I was sent to the other upstairs
bathroom to clean off.  I spent a long time under scalding hot water.  It
helped distract my overworked mind and kill some of my hornyness.  When I
was done and dried off my Boss was gone and my wife was in what had been
our bedroom with the door closed.  I didn't want to face her after what we
had just done, so I borrowed a pair of shorts from my son's room and went
downstairs.


Master Jess: "I went out of the house while sis was entertaining.  I know
she is a woman with needs, but I still didn't want to be around to hear her
fun.  I did talk with her for a minute when I got back.  She told me you
had a blast and did good.  She might let you watch or even join in if one
of her other gentleman friends is bi curious or enjoys using a fag.  But
she was very clear, she and you will not be sleeping together anymore.
Y'all will keep up appearances in public.  Your clothes have been moved to
the hall closet.  She has known you weren't right for years, and she has
been finding her pleasure elsewhere for years too.  Don't cry.  You can't
blame her.  My sis has a big sex drive, everyone in our family does.  Don't
cry.  Now at least you won't have to sneak around when you are whoring.
Paul is giving you a promotion at work too, so see, it is all for the best.
Stop crying.  I'll let you sleep at my place tonight.  I've never let you
sleep in my bed before, so this is a real treat for you.  I'll fuck your
brains out and you blues away.  Come on, let's go