Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2023 21:59:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: Clay Bottom <clay.bottom@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy Faggot Slave 17

Daddy Faggot Slave Part 17


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Warning:


This chapter contains raunchy content in the last few paragraphs.  Readers
who are offended by raunch may want to skip this chapter


Story:


Master Jess: "See Curt, it is all good.  This is the way it was meant to
be, You are a real pussy boy now, and you cum like a real pussy does.  You
get to fulfill your purpose.  No more pretending or trying to be a man.
You are just going to be a good happy pussy that is fucked all the time.
You be a good fag for me, Jeff, and Paul, don't worry your horny little
mind about anything else."


My first night sleeping in Master Jess's bed was heaven.  I did what he
said and didn't worry my little faggot mind with anything, but with morning
real-world worries came crashing back.  My marriage was over, my job was in
jeopardy, and my secret life was an open secret now.  I'd been a whore all
weekend, and I had the best sex and orgasm of my life, but time to face
Monday morning and the consequences.


Jess was in a hurry, but he had enough time for me to suck off his morning
wood and give me a piss chaser before going to work.  I got ready for work
after he was gone.  I started by removing my butt plug, and painfully
passing a foot-long brick of crap.  I was left feeling empty and
surprisingly clean. The faggot-shake Master Jess ordered me to drink must
be more than vitamins and nutrients.  It must be a faggot cleanse too.
Every waking minute my hole would be for fucking, and when I was asleep, my
guts would process food and get cleaned out.  Whatever was in the
faggot-shake was powerful stuff.  It was easy to wash and finger my cunt in
the shower, so I was ready to fuck when I got to work.  I was so fucking
horny, so maybe the faggot-shake had an aphrodisiac in it or maybe it was
the memory of how good it felt when Master Jess had fucked the cum out of
me.


When I got to work, my things had already been moved to a new office in the
executive suite.  My new office was very near Boss Paul's office.  The
furnishings were spartan and it was smaller than my old office, but it was
"executive" and came with a perk, a key to the executive bathroom.  Yea,
the building was old enough to be designed that classist way.  My office
probably belonged to a secretary back in the day when all managers had
secretaries. I got a new fancy title and a large pay raise too.  I can only
imagine and fear what people thought about me getting moved up so far so
fast.


Boss Paul called me to his office as soon as he arrived.  He didn't say
anything at first.  He pushed his chair back and pointed to his feet.  I
thought he wanted a blowjob, but I was wrong.  When I was on my knees at
his feet, he said: "Change my shoes."


He was wearing leather loafers and like everyone else here, he changed to
safety boots at work.  His feet were big just like his cock, maybe size 13.
I got a slight whiff of his scent as I slipped off his loafers.  I wanted
to rub my face on his socks and breath deep.  He seemed to read my mind.


"Not now.  Maybe later if I am feeling generous.  You will do this every
day.  Every morning you will come to my office and drop to your knees
without being told.  This is one of your new job duties."


After I had his boots on his feet and the laces tied, I stayed on the
floor, unsure what to do next.  He texted someone for about 5 minutes as I
kneeled at his feet.


"One of your other new duties is cleaning.  As I told you yesterday when
you were sucking your wife's pussy juice and your ass juices off my cock,
you are my cleanup boy.  You clean my mess."


He stood up after saying that, and the bulge in his pants was at my face.
Even covered in pant cloth, I could smell his scent.  It did things to my
brain.


"Open my fly and put your nose in and smell what you will be licking and
eating soon.  Jeff, the college boy that owns you, sent me pics and videos
of the filth you got off on.  You're clearly a faggot pig.  You're huffing
my stink right now, and you're excited.  This is the perfect job for you
pig."


He must have showered today, but the smell coming off his crotch was like
an old gym bag full of unwashed workout gear and jock straps.  Something
else earthy sour too.  It was too strong to make sense, but I didn't care.
I love it and wanted it.


"Do your job faggot.  Take my cock out of my fly and get your nose to the
tip."


His cock was soft and the thick foreskin completely coveted his cock head.
It was beautiful but smelled like piss, sweat, and something riper.


"I grew this for you faggot.  Saved the cleaning of my equipment for your
enjoyment.  All under the skin for you to lick up.  Dried pussy juice from
the bitch I fucked last night, dried cum, sweat, the last drops of my
morning piss, and the beginning of my cheese cake.  Slowly pull the skin
back and breathe it in."


Fuck he was right.  It was so strong, and I could smell all those things.
His piss slit was slightly wet.  The stink only got stronger as I slowly
uncovered his purplish head.  At the bottom ridge of his head, a thin bead
of white smeg was growing.  I huffed and wanted to pull away.  Man smalls
are a major turn-on for me, but this was too much too strong, too ripe.
Some part of my sick brain responded to it though.


"That is only from one day.  Just imagine how it will be if you miss an
opportunity to clean it.  Think about how raunchy it will be after 2 days
or a week.  I will only be washing my cock and balls in your mouth and with
your tongue.  You should beg me every day to suck my dirty dick clean.
Hold my cock in your mouth, don't lick or suck till I tell you.  Fucking
let my funk fill your mouth.  Savor my flavor.  Do you like my taste?  Get
used to it and learn to love it.  Your mouth and tongue will be cleaning my
nasty parts; it is your job now. "


He left me like that for about 5 minutes with my lips gently wrapped around
his cock while he took pics and texted.  It was even more degrading than
being a urinal.  At least getting pissed in was fast, It took all I had not
to gag.


"Use your tongue faggot.  Lick my head clean.  Coat your tongue with my
smeg.  Open wide and stick out your tongue.  Fuck that is nasty. You're
nasty."


He used my tongue like a rag and wiped his cock head as he said this.  The
taste was like the smell only more sour and salty.


"Finish the job, suck me.  Keep your tongue moving over every spot.  You
will lick my salty nuts when my cock is perfectly clean."


Finishing the job did not take long.  Boss Paul got rock hard, but he did
not want a blow job right then.  He was just using my mouth for a cock
cleaning service.  He gave me one more new job before he allowed me to get
up off my knees.


"Faggot, I bet you want me to piss in your mouth now to wash out the taste
away.  No, you will be tasting me for hours.  Faggot, I bet you want my cum
too?  Cum guzzling slut, I know you do, but not now, maybe later.  You
can't get enough cum, but I can't have you hitting-on and begging every
real man here at work for their loads (I never did that and would never do
that), so there is a system to control your feeding.  You will find a
one-liter beaker on your desk.  It is to collect and display all the money
you make giving blow jobs.  The price to use you is 25 cents.  Any man who
gives you a quarter is your master till you suck a load from his balls.
You will follow him where ever he goes till he points to the floor then you
will kneel and give him the best head he has ever had and swallow every
drop.  When he is done, when his cum is in your stomach, you will tell him
"Thank you Sir it was a pleasure to serve you."  I better not hear a
complaint. If a man does not give you a quarter, he is not interested in
your faggot lips or he does not have permission to use you.  Do you
understand slut?"


I understood, but it was hard to hear, hard to take.  I started this
journey as a curious married man who wanted some slightly kinky summer fun
with a college kid and his friends, but now I was a whore for any man and
every man who gives me a quarter.  Fucking lower than a 2-dollar whore, I
was a two-bit whore.  The worst part was I would like it every time that I
dropped to my knees.  How did my mind get so twisted and fucked up?


After doing the important part of my job, servicing Boss Paul, I did my
regular work till lunch.  No man gave me a quarter, so I was thinking maybe
it would be a rare thing, and almost none of my coworkers would know about
me.  Per instructions from Master Jess, I drank a regular body-building
protein shake for lunch and spent my lunch hour at the company gym.  My
masters wanted to see less fat and more defined muscle on their property.
Several people were working out at lunch too.  I got in a good 45 minutes
of fast cardio and weights before heading to the showers.  I'd already
pulled off my sweat-soaked shorts and shirt when Steve walked up to me.
Like me, he was dripping with sweat.  He reached out to me and I thought he
wanted a handshake, but he placed a coin in my palm.  He didn't say a word,
just walked away.  Wearing only my jock strap, I followed him like a dog to
the men's room stalls.

Steve is about my height, slightly overweight, and half my age.  Not a bad
looking guy, but no one's fantasy man.  At work, he is a straight laced
company man 100%.  Getting blown in a men's room is out of character, but I
guess he really needed to unload and that is my job now.  I know my place
and sat on the toilet with my face near his crotch.  I was a little
surprised at how soft, thin, and short his cock was.  But no cock with a
quarter rejected, so I sucked and licked to get him hard.  His cock and
pubs were wet with sweat.  I tasted salt and his musk.  He was a grower.
He quickly grew to 6-7" of steel hard dripping cock.  Once he was hard, he
took over control and moved my sucking mouth up and down his shaft.  Even
though he wasn't super big, he was face fucking me hard enough to make me
gag.  I pushed myself off his cock long enough to whisper "Easy PLEASE! Got
to be quiet."  The locker room and stall area were far from empty.  He
completely ignored me and went back to hard face fucking me.  I did my best
to not gag and be quiet, but I couldn't stop gaging or be perfectly quiet,
I was relieved when he showed all the signs of cumming soon, but he pulled
me off his cock before his climax.  He moved my mouth down to his hairy
nuts, and I huffed the wonderful strong smell before licking his nuts
clean.  All this happened fast.  He was in a hurry to cum after I liked his
ball, so he fucked my mouth hard and jackrabbit fast.  His cum hit the back
of my throat like a cannon blast.  His cum was thick, sticky, rich, and
strong tasting.  I loved it.  It was so thick it was hard to swallow.  I
knew I would taste him for a long time.


He pulled up his shorts and left without ever saying a word.  I stayed in
the stall for a minute.  I did not know if anyone had heard me gaging, and
did not want anyone who heard the gaging to see me come out of the stall.
Luckily my cock cage kept my cock under control.  Walking around the locker
room with cum on my breath and a hard-on stretching my jock would have been
too much to take.  It might get my ass beaten up too.  I did not have time
to shower.  I could not be late getting back! I was toweling the sweat off
my body when Steve came out of the shower naked and told me to follow him
he had something I had to see, so I followed him to his locker and was
still wearing only my sweaty damp jock.  He opened his gym bag.


"Take a look at this"


In his gym bag were his dirty socks, jock strap, and three rolls of
quarters.


"You'll work out with me every day at lunch (a statement of fact, not a
question).  Do you get off at 5?


"Yes Sir."


Why the fuck did I call him Sir?  Especially here.  No one told me to.  I
was a dumb fucking slut.


"You might want to wear a towel when you're prancing around here.  Your
chastity cage shows up nice and clear in your damp jock."


I had no reply to that.  Damn, how could I be so stupid?  Just a stupid cum
slut.  I got dressed and almost ran to get back to my office on time.  Good
thing I did, because Gary came to my office almost as soon as I sat down at
my desk.  I knew why he was there when the closed my office door, and
tossed a quarter into my liter beaker.  Gary was very tall and had a good
body for his age.  He was about 55.  I worked well with him on many
projects and counted him as a friend.  I doubted he saw me as a friend at
that point.


"Knees"


Gary sat in my chair and I blew him.  He was packing a big pale uncut cock
with a purplish head.  He was already half hard and pumping precum when I
started. I did all the work and was rewarded with a big load in less than 5
minutes.  As he left, all he said was "Later".  Over the next three hours,
I had four more customers.  The most memorable was a tall blond young ( ~25
yo) millwright.  I never knew his name.  He meet me by accident in a
hallway and reached out like he wanted to shake my hand, but he put a
quarter in my palm.  I had no choice but to follow him around.  I followed
him for about 10 minutes and ended up at the top of a stairway in a
shut-down unit.  He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, and I
assumed the cock-sucker position.  He was very well-hung, cut, and
rock-hard when I opened his uniform pants.  It was hot as hell in the
stairwell and we were both sweating buckets.  His crotch had the delicious
odor only found on a hard-working man's junk.  This was a public place, but
my cocksucker's brain only cared about breathing in his scent and licking
and sucking his junk clean.  He let me lick his cock and balls clean before
he fucked my face.  Not really a blow job, but just gagging on a long thick
cock fucking my throat.  I was a warm wet tight hole, and all I had to do
is watch my teeth and suck in enough air to stay alive.  He did not stop or
slow down as he was cumming, so his sperm painted my throat and my tongue.
While he was putting away his still half-hard dick, I was wiping fag drool
off my face and my shirt, Boss Paul texted me to come to his office.


I got to his office very fast, in less than 3 minutes.  I did not want to
disappoint him, and I feared pissing him off.


"You have another job to do today.  Go to the washroom and kneel.  I used
my key to get into the executive washroom, and Boss Paul was right behind
me.  I didn't know where to kneel so I knelt just inside the door.


"Good boy.  Crawl over to the bigger stall."


There were only two stalls there and two urinals.  I figured Boss Paul
wanted a bathroom blow job, so I sat on the seat in a cocksucker position.
I was so wrong.


"Dumb cum hungry faggot, get up and out of my way.  I'm going to take a
shit.  Get on your knees where you belong.  You're going to give me a
blowkin."


I had no idea what that was, but I knew it would be bad, so fucking low and
bad.  Boss Paul's cock was completely soft but never small.  Of course, his
foreskin covered this head.


"Get your filthy mouth on my dick.  Get it all in your mouth.  No you
greedy cumdump, I did not say to lick or suck.  Just hold my dick in your
nasty hole and wait."


I waited for less than a minute then the first big disgusting fart ripped,
and I got a squirt of piss in my mouth.  He did not have to tell me to
swallow.  He wasn't fast.  He took a leisurely big shit.  His cock
stiffened in my mouth, and he was leaking precum between piss shots.  Boss
Paul was enjoying himself, so I guess I should have been happy, but I just
wanted it to be over and breathe clean air.


"I fucking love pissing with a hard-on, and I have my own personal toilet,
so I can enjoy this every day.  Good piss boy.  I'm about to finish.  Run
your tongue over my piss slit while I finish emptying my bladder.  Fuck
that feels good."


I was relieved it was over.  I have never liked being a urinal for a man. I
just do it when ordered, but this was so much more degrading and
disgusting.  I know shit does not smell like roses, but having your face
near the source of the gas and turds is a whole other level of rank.  But
it wasn't over.  He pushed me back on my ass when he stood up, so I
scrambled to get back on my knees.


"Do your job, clean me up."


I reached for the toilet paper, and he slapped my hand and then my face
hard.


"You're my brown noser.  Wipe my ass with your face then you can clean me
inside with your tongue."


I lost it and cried and begged him not to make me do this.


"Don't give me that crap.  Jeff, the 18-year-old who owns most of you,
showed me the video of you licking his drug dealer's ass right after he
took a shit.  That was on the first day you meet Jeff.  Don't pretend you
don't like it pig.  You served as toilet paper for a boy, now you will be
toilet paper for a man.  He shared with me the fantasy you told him where
you get hard licking my shit hole clean and the interns too.  You begged
Jeff to lick his dirty ass and all his friends in a public men's room.  How
many men's shit holes have you tongued?  Do you even remember?  I may make
you bob in the toilet for turds for lying to me.


I tried to explain while I begged more.  I told him that they had got me
high out of my mind with some laced pot and ecstasy.  I told him how Jeff
and Jake had beat me in the playroom.  They were squeezing my nuts and
showed me a nut crusher vice.  I had to do it.  They would have literally
crushed my balls if I didn't.  The fantasy was just nasty talk to amuse
Jeff.  I'd rimed lots of men, but not like this.  Jake was the only time I
ate shit.  I had to, they were torturing me and I was scared to death.  He
listened to me try to explain.  He record some of my begging on his phone.


"Faggot, I believe you.  I want to assure you I will not crush your nuts or
torture you.  You did a good thing telling me how you feel.  Knowing how
you truly feel will make me enjoy this shit even more.  Now be a good pig,
Spread my hairy cheeks stick out your tongue, and wipe my ass with your
face.  Start at your forehead and wipe all the way to your chin.  Cleaning
my ass with a faggot's face.  Washing my shitty ass with a faggot's tears
and slobber.  Stop for a minute and look up at me, show me your brown face.
Lick your lips."


Of course, he recorded this.  When he thought my face was brown enough, he
ordered me back to his ass to lick, swallow, and repeat.  I did just that.
Shit was mashed into the hairs covering his buns and ass hole, so I had to
work with my lips and tongue.  When the outside was clean, I suck my tongue
inside his filthy shit hole.  I never stopped crying, and I wretched a lot.
I managed not to throw up.  When I did this the first time for Jake, I was
scared, extremely high and in a dark dungeon, and a man was squeezing my
balls.  This time, I was sober, in a brightly lit room, and no one was
squeezing my nuts, but I still did it.  I had no excuses for what I did.  I
did not because he told me to and wanted me to, that was it.


"Good faggot, this is why I keep you around, all you are good for.  I
should add this to your job description, professional personal ass liker.
You were very good at it too, so I will reward you.  Strip and go stand by
the mirror."


I did as I was told and was naked facing the mirror.


"Look at yourself.  Look at your face.  Who would want to fuck a filthy
face like that?  Spit on your fingers, wipe, suck clean, and repeat till
your face is not shitty."


While I was cleaning my face, Boss Paul was fingering and stretching my ass
ring.  He had three or four lubed fingers inside me by the time my face was
clean.  I was bent forward and still facing the mirror when his thick long
dick slammed into me.  I could see my face in pain, then acceptance, and
finally faggot pleasure.  Boss Paul had his eyes closed, and his face
showed his control and pleasure. Long steady strokes like a boring machine
reaming hole wider.  This could have gone on forever for my part, but we
were interrupted when Steve unlocked the bathroom door and stepped inside.
He tossed a quarterer at my feet and opened his pants.  Steve and Boss Paul
matched rhythms as they fucked my holes, For a moment my holes would feel
empty and hungry just before being stuffed full the next minute, This was a
pleasure and pain for my ass and I loved the precum Seve was feeding me, I
wanted my cock to be free so bad, I needed to touch my dick and make myself
cum.


We were interrupted again when Gary unlocked the door and came in too.  He
completely undressed and his body was hard and well-built for a man his
age, Like Steve, he tossed a quarter on the floor under me.


Boss Paul: "Faggot, you have a problem, three customers, and both your fuck
holes are full of dick.  What will you do about it, If you disappoint a
real man, you will be severely punished.  I think you mentioned a
ball-crushing device earlier."


I was too horny to think straight and scared too now, but this was not a
hard problem to solve.


Me: "Sirs, Please!  Please DP me!  Please stretch my pussy wide with two
big dicks and use my pussy for your fuck sleeve and cumdump.  Sheath two
big dicks in my straining fuck hole, and fuck my face.  Please fill me with
cock and cum!  Sirs I need all your dicks and loads in me.  Sirs please, I
need all three of your big dicks in me at once.  Please, bend me fold me
stretch me. FUCK ME.


I did not have to beg long.  Boss Paul sat on a padded bench in the
washroom, and I sat on his big thick cock and impatiently started ridding
him, When He pulled me back so my back touched his harry chest, Gary lifted
my feet and bent my legs so my feet were beside my head, My stuffed hole
was completely exposed.  A few pics were taken, then Gary hocked up several
spit wads for lube and forced his big purple cock head in me.  I was trying
to stay quiet, but I moaned loudly and screamed once when he bottomed out
in my pussy.  Steve put his hard dripping cock in my mouth to muffle me.
The real men were enjoying my holes, and that was what was important.  They
took their time and were in no hurry to cum.  I was moved into several
positions and went ass-to-mouth on me repeatedly.  For my part, I was in
pain, in heat, in ecstasy, in chastity, and on the edge, I more than want
to cum, I needed to cum.


Boss Paul: "Faggot, your mouth is full of dick, can you still taste my shit
in your mouth?


I answered without taking Seve's cock out of my mouth.


Me: " Yeeas Siurrr"


Boss Paul: "Do you love the taste?  Do you want to be my personal
ass-licker?


Me: " Siurrr, It taaests groose and nazzty.  Sirra, I wana suurve oou
eevebery way to peas uoo.  Siurr I wana peas uoo eberywaay "


Boss Paul: "Honest faggot.  Tells his boss the truth.  Good cumdump.
You're my eager brown-noser, urinal, and personal shitty-ass licker.  You
made yourself useful to men by greedily sucking down their loads.  I'm
feeling so good right now, I'm in a generous mood.  Ok men, on the count of
three, ram your meat deep into the faggot and hold.  1, 2, 3.  FAGGOT,
CUM!"


It was like a switch was flipped.  I had been near the edge for a while,
but his one word "CUM" took over my brain and body and my only purpose was
to fire as much cum out of my caged cock as humanly possible.  I was having
trouble breathing, My throat kept convulsing around Steve's hard cock.  My
cunt muscles undulated, squeezing, and milking the two fat cock filling me.
My prostate felt like a nutcracker was squeezing out the last drops of my
load, It was the biggest load I had ever shot.  Reducing a human being down
to a quivering moaning piece of fuckmeat must be a huge turn-on.  That and
my contracting moving fuck hole muscles brought the men to climax then too.
So much cum pouring out of my caged dicklet and so much jizz deposited in
both my holes.  Cum and slobber dripping from my lips and cum running down
my legs.  All too soon for me, the big cocks were pulled out of my
exhausted body.


Boss Paul: "If you keep being an eager obedient pig, you might get the
honor of serving three of us again.  Did my PAL enjoy being our cumdump?
No need to answer, I see the answer on your cummy lips and the pool of cum
you are lying in.  Mouth clean the dicks and thank the men.  Then you can
clean this filthy men's room with your tongue.  That is another of your new
job duties, cleanup boy. Keep the executive washroom clean and shiny.
Don't forget to lick out the urinals too.  I will inspect your work in the
morning.  After all that you can leave, go to your brother-in-law, Jeff's,
house.  He has more work for you to do at a glory hole.  Faggot, you
fucking love your work."


When I finally got to Master Jess's house, he was not home.  I stripped
naked and drank another faggot-shake that Master Jess had laid out for me
then crawled into my glory hole box.  I sat on a soft pile of Master Jess's
dirty clothes and listened to the soothing white noise that was playing in
my box. I kind of zoned out for a while, mindlessly fingering my loose fuck
hole and staring at the light coming through the glory hole.  Waiting and
wanting and needing another cock to come through the hole.  I was
laser-focused on the glory hole and devoured the first dick to enter the
glory hole.  I was in a kind of daze all night.  The white noise and all
the cocks and cum made me feel good and calm.  So happy and full.  I dozed
off for a short time with one of Master Jess's dirty tee shirts over my
nose.  I awoke when Master Jess knocked on the box.


"Rise and shine slut.  Time to serve your Master then get to work."


Author's Note: Links to some of my other stories are below.  Many parts of
my stories are based on my real-life experience with artistic license.
Some stories are more fictional than others.  I love chatting with my
readers about the stories and/or the events that inspired them.  I am
always looking for new real experiences too.  New experiences to fuel new
nifty stories.  I am based in Memphis TN and would love to hear from men
who enjoy my writing and/or are interested in the backstories.


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/pussyboy-used-by-father-and-son


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/memphis-master/


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/picked-up-a-hitcher/


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/enslave-boss-after-the-apocalypse/


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/dominated-by-boss-son/