Date: Wed, 3 Jan 2024 19:36:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Clay Bottom <clay.bottom@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy Faggot Slave 19

Daddy Faggot Slave Part 19
Final Chapter


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Story:


Like most addictions, my sex addiction, and my pig addiction felt good at
first, and I could handle it.  I did whatever low-life perverted thing my
Masters wanted or the customers demanded.  I pleased them or at least my
depravity entertained them.  Either way, I got the cum fucked out of me
regularly.  When I was a young newlywed, I didn't cum this much!  Sure I
was the fuckie not the fucker now, but my orgasms were stronger and longer
lasting than any I had when I was young.  But as time went on my addiction
took its toll.  I was thinner than I was in high school.  Eating almost
nothing but ass, cum, and faggot shakes is a great weight loss plan.  I
also got less and less discrete.  No one actually walked up on me while I
was on my knees servicing cock in a stairway, public bathroom, empty
conference room, or my office, but it was just a matter of time.  Sometimes
men would pull me out of my glory hole box for a rim job or to fuck me.  My
cock-sucker face was no secret anymore.  I didn't care as long as I got
cock and cum and occasionally got the magic command "CUM!".  The magic
command made me cum like an animal in rut.  But it had to be said by the
right man, or at least the right way, I'm not sure.  Hearing the word in
porn videos or normal dirty talk was not enough.  It had to be said in some
special way that wasn't obvious to me.  I tried to make myself cum with a
dildo and give myself the command, but nothing.  It was a secret how it
worked that my Masters knew and a select few others.  I serviced every man
as best as I possibly could because it was my job and purpose and I loved
it.  But the men who could give me the command to "CUM!", I begged them, I
begged to be their urinal, to be their ass wipe, for their spit, and to be
painfully stretched.  I always gave an Oscar-winning performance even when
I wanted to puke or cry in pain.  If they were generous, I got a minute or
two of ecstasy from a mind-blowing orgasm in exchange for days of service,
degradation, and pain.


That all changed on November 1.  My Masters ordered me on a
no-nut-November.  Load after load went into my holes and was swallowed or
absorbed, but no load escaped my caged cock.  By the 2nd week of November,
the liter beaker on my desk was overflowing with quarters from all the
loads I had sucked down.  I imagined my body filling up to overflowing too.
Every cum shot in my mouth adding to a sea of cum sloshing inside me.
Every load adding to the pressure inside me.  A normal man trying a
no-nut-November could find ways to take his mind off pussy, but I couldn't
get away from hard cock.  I was a two-hole fag pussy taking dick every day
all day.  There was always another man giving me a quarter or an anon dick
in my glory hole.  One day I counted them all, 24 thick loads of cum
swallowed and 3 loads fuck up my ass in 24 hours.  When I worked as faggot
cumdump at Master Jeff's "Ranch", I serviced more dicks than I could count,
usually two or more dicks at once, spit-roasted or double-fucked.  I knew I
had been a good boy when Mater Jeff commanded "CUM!" with my belly and ass
full of anonymous cum and my throat and pussy were stretched around cocks.
When I serviced cocks, I was on the edge, so close to cumming but out of
reach.  Desperate and stupid, I sucked and rode dick like a junkie, but
with no pay-off, no sweet release, just more pressure building as the cum
and hormones soaked my brain.


A week before Thanksgiving, my Masters changed everything again.  The jars
overflowing with quarters were off my desk, and my glory-hole box was gone
from Master Jess's garage.  I wasn't whored out at the "Ranch" that weekend
either.  The flow of endless sex that had been washing over me stropped
like someone damned a river.  My Masters did not have to explain anything
to me (just a slave, just an object), but they did.


Boss Paul: "You have made yourself a public spectacle.  Even the men that
you haven't sucked off for a quarter have heard the rumors about a two-bit
cumdump engineer.  Not hard to figure out who since you displayed two
liters of quarters on your desk.  Even some of the vendors and customers
have heard rumors.  You better believe Human Resources has heard stories
too.  It was loads of fun for you, but it is over now.  This is your first
verbal warning about sexual harassment.  A note will go in your file, and I
am requiring you to review the company's no-tolerance sexual harassment
policy.  I will let you continue to kiss my ass though because you are just
too good at it.


Master Jess told me something similar.  Neighbors and friends had joked
that he was running a queer whore house.  He was in a way, but it was a
small town, and people will only stay willfully blind to that shit for so
long, so he was shutting down my glory hole box.


Master Jeff had a good reason too.  He told me over the phone.


Master Jeff: "Daddy, great news!  I sold my ranch to an OnlyFans creator.
I sold all the other skank-daddies with the ranch, but I'm keeping you.
Aren't you proud?  I chose you to keep.  Your insatiable cute ass-pussy and
ass-kissing mouth are what got my Fag-Daddy Ranch going, and made me so
much money.  The new owners wanted you bad.  They would have made you a
star, well a well-known popular cumdump at least!  No work for you this
weekend, rest up till I have a new use for you again.  It is a lot for your
cum soaked brain to take in?  No problem, Daddy does not need to think.


The only physical contact I had the week before Thanksgiving was when
Master Jeff cuffed my wrists to my collar at night, so I could not touch my
tits or ass in my sleep, and when Boss Paul used my face to wipe his ass
after he took a dump.  Nothing made sense and my world was cratering again.
I had done everything right, been a good boy, why was this happening to me?
The need to serve, to be useful, to touch a real man was overwhelming
enough that I begged Boss Paul to be his ass wipe every day and I meant
every word.


Since it was a holiday, my wife wanted to keep up appearances, so I was
ordered to move back into my former home for Thanksgiving.  My real son
would be coming home with his roommates, so we needed to act like a normal
happy family.  My acting skills were put to the test since I was on the
edge of a mental breakdown.  As sick as it is, I kept thinking about Glenn
and his roommates.  Kev's furry muscled ass cheeks pressing on my face,
Lance's twisted Dom verbal personality.  I remembered Lance's low-hanging
balls reeked of testosterone and sweat.  Of course, I thought about my real
son Glenn and his huge dick.  I tried to put it all out of my mind, but I
wondered, Glenn was so young, has his cock grown even bigger since the
first time?  Is his body even harder and hairier than when he fucked me
months ago?  Sick shit to think about, but I was so fucking horny, and
Glenn had been so good with his cock, he just knew how to use his long
thick club.


Glenn and his roomies came into town Wednesday morning.  When Glenn hugged
me, only my chastity cage kept me from getting a hard-on.  He smelled like
a man.  Kev and Lance would sleep on air mattresses on the floor in Glenn's
room.  The guest room was filled with Karen's new hobby supplies and
wrapping paper.  The house was packed with friends and relatives, all men
except for my backstabbing wife.  The young men were out seeing Glenn's
friends or over at his uncle Jess's house all day Wednesday.  Thursday was
all food, family, and football.  On Black Friday I had the house to myself
and nothing to distract me from my hungry holes and packed blue balls.
Karen and Jess's girlfriend were in Memphis for the sales till Saturday.
Glenn and his roomies were already bored with our little town.  They went
over to Uncle Jess's house.


For the first time in months, I was alone in the house I had bought and
paid for.  The first thing I did was sprint to my son's room and go through
the clothes on the floor.  It was like I had a new faggot superpower.  I
could tell the boxers were Lance's from the aroma.  I knew Kev's tighty
whitey by the piss stains and the black coarse pubic hair.  I had to taste
the dried piss.  The best was Glenn's.  Of course, I knew my son's scent;
it was half my own.  He had fancy red underwear with an enhancing pouch.
Not that he needed anything to enhance the look of his long thick dick.  I
put my nose right in the pouch that recently held his delicious cock and
just huffed my son's scent.  My dick tried to break the cock cage and my
ass milked my fingers as I finger fucked myself.  FUCK IT WAS GOOD!  But it
gave no relief, it just made me feel lower and need cock and cum more.  I
forced myself to stop after about an hour of inhaling and licking their
precum and piss-stained shorts.  I put everything back as I found it and
tried to distract myself with a game on TV.  I kept checking my phone to
see if Master Jeff or Jess had texted me.  I wanted them, anyone, to use
me.  I kept imagining being back in the glory-hole box and Glenn and all
his friends lined up to feed me their cocks and loads.


It was after midnight when Glenn and his friends came back to the house.  I
was in my room pretending to sleep.  They were loud and obviously drunk or
high or both.  They had scored with one of Glenn's old girlfriends, a slut
I guess, she let all of them take a turn.  Not a spit-roast or gang bang,
but one after the other fucked her in Master Jess's guest room.  Like a
tag-team wrestling match.  Even Master Jess had taken a turn on her.  They
talked about her like fish meat, just lying there.  Not a good lay, but
still a warm wet if not night hole.  Hearing them talk shit about her after
fucking her, made me hate and envy her.  The worthless bitch had gotten
what I so desperately needed, and she just lay there!?  Ungrateful
worthless bitch!  I got a text from Master Jess.


"Come to my house now.  Early Christmas present."


I almost ran the short distance to his house.  Master Jess was going to use
me!  No, that was not the present he meant.  He had just unloaded his
balls.  Still, the present was awesome.  He just pointed at the trash can
in his guest room.  It was full of used paper towels and smelled like sex,
mostly like pussy.  I didn't get what he was pointing at first, then I saw
a condom.  I think my mouth opened a little as I sucked in a breath.


Master Jess "Go on.  You can have them.  I think you actually need them.
Take your time and enjoy each creamy cum filled rubber.  Ginny just left,
too bad, I think she would have let you eat her out.  There is pussy juice
and cum on the sheets too.  Lick and suck that up first, then you can eat
the big nuts in the rubbers.  We'll make a game of it, and you will guess
who's cum you are tasting".


Master Jess gave me a whole hour, so fucking generous.  There were 6 cum
filled condoms.  I guessed right on four.  Fag-daddy superpower lol.  The
other two were friends of Gleen I had not smelled or tasted before.  When I
went home I slept like a baby full of milk.


Karen texted that she was not coming home till early Sunday morning, a sick
friend was the excuse, tell Glenn how sorry she was, and she bought him
something so cool.  She was almost as loving a mother as she had been a
loving wife.  It was good for me, I didn't like playing the part of her
loving totally hetero husband, 25 years of that was more than enough.  The
boys got up very late, and I fixed them a protein-packed breakfast, eggs,
bacon, ham, and steak.  A little overboard, but it was the holidays and
young men needed meat to grow.  I was imagining them scarfing down fat and
protein to fill their balls with thick rich sperm-filled cum.


They went hiking on the Buffalo River after breakfast.  They asked me to
come along, but I did not trust myself not to do or say something
inappropriate.  I was a fag-daddy, but I had some self-control left, and he
was my real son.  When the boys came back, I was shocked to see Master Jeff
with them.  I should not have been surprised.  During the very first
weekend he dominated me, he said I shared too much online.  That he knew my
work, my friends, and even my family.  He went to U of A like my real son.
Hell, he had rented out a faggot (me) to Glenn for his first anal fuck.
They shared whores, of course, they were buds.  I held it together when
Glenn introduced me to his friend.  Shaking Master Jeff's hand like a man
was weird since Master Jeff had touched and used every private part of me
and I had tasted every private part of him.  No one seemed to notice the
tension and Master Jeff was all smiles and the perfect young man and guest.
It was an awkward few hours.  Especially awkward when Master Jeff insisted
on helping me make dinner.  He grills steaks like a pro.  He was fun to be
around (for the guys, I was too scared to have fun), charming, funny, and
most surprisingly kind.  No wonder my real son was friends with my Master
Son.  Because Master Jeff insisted I not be left out, I even partied with
them after dinner.  Drinking beer, vaping, and party games.  It was the
first time I had seen Glenn get high.


The drugs and alcohol loosened me up and I had a good time till midnight.
That is when Master Jeff pulled me aside and handed me two pills, a white
one and a blue one.  I knew what they were and it was coming.  I pleaded
with my eyes and expression not to make me do this, but Master Jeff had
tuned crewel, and I had to swallow the pills that would make my cock swell
in its cage, my hole quiver and my self-control evaporate.


Master Jeff: "Daddy, confession time again.  Your sweet son Glenn isn't my
friend.  He is more like my apprentice.  Glenn has spent many days at the
Ranch, not while you were there whoring yourself.  I have mentored him and
so has Jess.  We have taught him what he could never learn from you.  He
learned from us what real men do and are.  He will never be a bitch like
his father.  He uses fuck-holes, he will never be one.  You should thank me
for doing your job for you, not that you could.  I even taught him how to
command fag daddies like you.  He could make you cum with a word.  He has
made all my other fag daddies cum on command.  He makes them know they're
meat puppets for his entertainment and pleasure.  You can't imagine the
sick shit that your sweet son has made the fag daddies do before he gives
them the WORD.  Awe, don't look that way.  Don't be sad or jealous.  You
are his favorite.  He still talks about how tight you were, how your cunt
miked him when he was nutting in you.  What he liked best was the sounds
you made when you went vice-tight on this big dick when he fucked the cum
out of you.  Nothing has been in your pussy in days, you must be tight as
hell again.  I've teased him with some of your short videos.  CALM THE FUCK
DOWN.  I blurred your face.  He was too horned up to think straight and
recognize you just from the body and hole pics.  I promised him another go
at you, his first and favorite fag daddy, tonight.  The men were Ok with
sharing that tiny bedroom because they expect the best fag daddy to sneak
into Glenn's room tonight.  See, I even have the same mask you were wearing
when you rode their cocks, and licked their assholes on that first weekend.
Daddy, want to relive old times?"


Nothing that Master Jeff does or says should surprise me, but I guess I had
been fucked stupid.  I must have been a dumb cock whore because I was
shocked speechless and my brain did not seem to work.


Master Jeff: "Daddy, I can hear the little wheels in your head grinding
together.  Lay your head in my lap, that calms you down.  Breathe and
think.  I'm giving you something slaves rarely if ever get, a choice.  Take
your time and smell my nuts.  I have not nutted in two days, so they smell
full and good to you. Imagine how full those teenage balls are.  I have
another faggot slave I can send to Glenn's room tonight if you choose not
to be his cumdump slave tonight.  I won't force you.  I will understand if
you miss your chance to cum, he is your real son and flesh and blood.  But
he will be so disappointed if you let him down.  You were his first and are
his favorite fag daddy.  Master Jess is coming over too, so just like the
first time.  You came three times that night.  Which one was the best?
When Glenn was fucking you?  Don't answer that, just keep your head in my
lap and think."


Thinking was torture, but that was the point I think.  Master Jeff petted
my head and that was soothing.  My face pressing against his cock and balls
felt good too.  I loved my Master's musk and sweat.  The pills I swallowed
were kicking in and could not enjoy the moment for very long.  My cock was
pulsing in the cage and my pussy lips were flexing.  I knew the right thing
to do.  I always knew, but was so hard to do the right thing rather than
what felt good.  I stayed still and resisted temptation for almost half an
hour.


Master Jeff: "Daddy, have you made a choice?  Hard for you I know.  Be a
good Father or a good boy?  Be Glenn's Dad or what he wants, his fag daddy?
I'll help you decide.  I need to text the other faggot slave if you don't
want all that teenage hard cock and cum.  It is a special occasion and you
know you are my favorite too, so I'll be generous.  I'll take the chastity
cage off you tonight if you give your fag holes to Genn and his roomies of
your own free will.  You can stoke your seven thick inches constantly while
they use you.  In fact, I insist.  You won't be able to cum unless Glenn
gives you the command, but try all you want.  Try hard daddy.  Show the men
you love being their faggot cumdump.  So what is it going to be?  Beg me
now before I text the backup fag.


fag daddy: "Please, PLEASE!  Let me, PLEASE!"


Master Jeff uncaged me for the first time in weeks.  It sprang to life as
hard as marble.  It poured out precum as Master Jeff finger fucked lube
into the first couple of inches of my hole.  Glenn was awake and rock hard
when I quietly slipped into his room.  He looked like a giant lying on this
childhood twin bed.  His cock looked giant too, looked like more than 12",
but my faggot brain can't measure.  The other men were asleep and I stepped
over them to climb on Glenn's bed and straddle his cock.  I squatted on him
and impaled myself like a bitch.  Half his meat was inside me when he
grabbed my normal-size 7" hard-on like a saddle horn and bucked his hips
up.  Almost a dry fuck balls deep.  My scream let Kev and Lance know the
party had started.


Lance: "Don't bogart the faggot.  It has two holes and the bottom hole
stretches wide enough for two, maybe more."


Glenn: "Wait your turn.  Too tight and too good to stop now.  I got to get
a quick nut in it and then you guys get a turn.  We got all night to use
this pussy.  So fucking good.  Good hole made for my cock.  Perfect for my
cock.  You like it?  Like when I pop in and out of you? Busting open the
pussy."


I was moaning like I was in pain, and I was, but felt so natural and good
too.  Like his big cock was made for my hole.  He did not insist I talk,
and I didn't.  Who really wants to hear a faggot talk?  Glenn never let my
cock go for the two minutes he pounded his cock into my ass.  I never
stopped moaning either.  I wanted to beg for more lube, real lube, spit,
vaseline, anything, but I didn't say a word.  There was enough lube in me
to feel great for Glenn, tight with lots of good friction.  My muscle ring
felt like it was being pulled out of me on every backstroke.  There was
enough light in the room for me to see my son's cum-face as he emptied his
nut in my hungry hole.  I should not know what my son's face looks like
when he cums.  I loved seeing the ecstasy on his face and knowing I made
him feel that good.  Huge load ejecting into me for maybe a minute.  He
stopped bucking, but I milked his cock with my cunt muscles and rode his
dick from balls to head till the last drop.  My hole was sloppy wet and
never felt better.


Glenn: "Suck it.  Suck it clean faggot.  Taste my cum and your ass.  Taste
good?  Bet it tastes like shit.  Lick it all, balls too.  Faggot loves my
dirty dick.  It has a big ole hard-on.  Turn the slut sideways on the bed,
all fours.  Both holes will be at the perfect crotch level.  Spit roast it.
I'll text Jeff.  Run a train on it.


Lance: "It's going to lick my ass hole first.  Only ever had that done for
me once and this faggot did it, Did it good and deep.  Three days without a
wash just for the ass licker.  My funky ass hole itches.  Scratch it for
me, Dad.  Scratch with your tongue.  Inside too.  Make the nose, like you
did the first time.  Wet smacking French kiss."


Kev slid his cock up my now well-lubbed ass as I kissed Lance's ass.  I
love getting fucked more than anything and the pills just made my hole more
sensitive and hungry.  I was using one arm to hold myself up so I could
jack-off with the other.  Lance's hole was one of the best-tasting I had
ever eaten.  Not funky, but aromatic.  I made lots of noise for both of
them but didn't talk for obvious reasons.  Kev did not last long, and Lance
was ready to nut in me too.  They swapped positions so I could ass-to-mouth
Kev while Lance took sloppy 3rds.


Kev: "Jeff showed me a video of the fag begging to kiss all of his friends'
assholes.  He begged for this too.  Begged Jeff to get his friends to fuck
him ass-to-mouth.  Hard dick does not lie.  He fucking loves this sick
shit.


No lie.  I did love this sick shit.  I loved it even more that night
because my dick was hard and free.  Getting fucked is even better when I
jack off.  Jeff and Jess joined the party, so a dick was always hard and
ready for my cunt.  When I was not sucking dicks clean, or swallowing cum,
I was licking a real man's ass.  Every man had cum at least twice when
Glenn was ready for the best part.  Fag pussy is tighter when it is double
stuffed.  Master Jess was the anchor like he was on the first weekend I was
a whore, the first time I was double fucked, the first time I was used by
my real son.  Made sense, he had a long dick, he was the oldest, and he had
the best staying power.  I was lying on my back on top of his chest.  Lance
and Kev were holding my legs high to give Gleen a clear view and easy
access to my wet cock filled hole.


Glenn: "I'm going to be the first one to DP you and the last too after all
my buddies have bred you.  Going to destroy your pussy.  Jeff will have to
get your pussy retread after I'm done wearing it out.  My big dick feels
good, doesn't it?  Going to hurt when I'm done."


It hurt right away when he slammed it home in one motion, but it felt good
soon.  Master Jeff was standing near my head and filming it all.


Master Jeff: Daddy, what did I tell you?  What did I say you had to do when
I took your cock cage off?  Your slut brain is overloaded, think."


I remembered and jacked my cock like a horny monkey at the zoo while Glenn
and Master Jess fucked me at their own pace.  Master Jeff let me lick the
precum off his cock head too.  I was serving both my Masters and my real
son all at once.  I was so close to cumming but just could not make it over
the edge.


It was just the perfect number of men to DP a slut.  Two men to fuck me and
two men to hold my legs, and one man with his cock in my mouth for sucking
clean and to film the sick shit I was getting off on.  Five verbal dom men
and one cumdump slut.  If you have not lived through it, you can not know
how good it feels to be DP fucked, degraded, and kept on the edge for
almost two hours.  A marathon for a faggot slut.  My heart was pounding for
the whole time and my dick was sore.  I kept jacking off.  Glenn mounted me
for his 2nd and final turn DPing me.


Glenn: "Unkle Jess, you taught me to double fuck a fag when it's pussy is
too loose to fuck.  What do I do when it has two big dicks in it, and it is
still too loose?  I know!  Kev, look in the nightstand.  I got a toy for
fag daddy."


Oh fuck! A giant vibrator shaped like a dragon dick.  Insane thick ridges,
nodules, and veins. It was 10" long and 2.8" at the base.  The head was
shaped wrong, more like a horse's than a human's.  Humans aren't meant to
get fucked with monster dildos.  The look on my son's face, the look in his
eyes.  A monster, not my son at that moment.  I tried, I tried hard to get
away, but Master Jess had my arms looped inside his.  Cum was forced out of
my hole as the plastic monster was pushed inside next to two real dicks.
The air had left my lungs, so I couldn't scream.  It felt like my ass was
tearing when he forced the last inches inside me.  Glenn stroked my hard
cock and work my nipples and started the dildo vibrating at high speed in
my overstretched hole.


Glenn: "Unkle Jess, pound it with me.  Fuck the cum out of the fuck meat.
Want to hear it whimper again when we fuck the cum out of it the first
time."


Was too much stimulation for all three of us.  Lasted less than a minute.
My son gave me what I desperately needed.  He commanded "CUM!"


My orgasm seemed to go on forever.  My wrecked cunt muscles still miked the
cocks fucking me and the vibrator.  It was the second orgasm for Master
Jess and Glenn, but they both seemed to cum gallons.


Master Jeff: " Glenn, was the fuck good, was the faggot everything you
hoped for?  Eager enough?  Horny enough? Nasty enough?


Glenn: "SO GOOD!  Sell it to me.  I'll pay.  Fuck my college fund."


Master Jeff: "Good daddy.  But you shot cum all up on your face and on your
mask.  Your mask is dirty anyway.  Your mask is shitty actually.  Let me
help you with it.  Glenn, allow me the pleasure of introducing you to my
fag daddy slave, your Dad."


It all seemed to happen in slow motion.  The mask came off in a quick easy
motion.  Master Jeff smiled down at me.  Kev and Lance said something loud.
I was seeing and hearing, but nothing was computing.  Too awful to take in.
Shock was the first thing on Glenn's face then embarrassment then rage.  He
bitch slapped me so hard my ears rang but I heard him command again,
"CUM!".  I did.  He was raping my hole and I had to cum.  Cum hit my face
again and my open mouth.  My cock was still dripping my 2nd load when Glenn
gave me the command the third time.  My body could not take it.  I blacked
out while cumming.  I woke up to Glenn bitch slapping me with both hands.
Then the command to "CUM!" Came a fourth time.  Master Jess managed to get
this cock out of me along with the monster dildo.  Glenn wouldn't stop.  He
just kept fucking and hitting me. With his open hands and fists.  Master
Jess and Glenn's friends got him off me. I did not see Master Jeff in the
room.


Kev: "STOP! You have to STOP!  If you make him cum again he'll stroke out
or his heart will explode.  Dude look at him!  You are killing him.  This
is not what you want!"


Lance and Master Jess talked him down too, but Kev was the one who seemed
to get through.  I just gasped for breath while they got my son out of the
room.  When I could walk, found my clothes in my living room.  Cum soaked
my jeans as I walked out to my car.  I didn't know where I was going.  I
had no place to go.  The only real monster I saw that night was Master
Jeff, and he was waiting by my car.


Master Jeff: "Daddy, you are in no shape to drive.  Give me your keys.  You
are coming to my cabin."


He had rented a place above the White River, not a short drive, so he had
time for exposition.


Master Jeff: "Confession time again, The pills I gave you tonight were
sugar pills, not Viagra and ecstasy.  Your rock-hard dick and dick-hungry
fag pussy were 100% natural.  I'm older than you think and not a Chem E
undergraduate.  I'm just finishing my research for my doctorate.  Tonight
was the last experiment of some of the best research that will never be
published.  I'll still get my doctorate, but my research is already
classified.  The degree isn't the most important thing to me.  My research
is my passion, and my research is my application to join a certain covert
organization."


fag daddy: "You mean the CIA, You are a spy?!"


Master Jeff: "Not the CIA but something more covert, deeper.  I'll be more
of a researcher and handler than a lowly spy.  My recruiter is interested
in you too.  He thinks a whore of your talents could be good bait in honey
traps.  You were my most successful test subject.  I added the compliance
drug to your coffee the first day we met, and a few minutes later you were
on your knees in a public restroom begging to lick my dirty ass clean in a
public place.  I knew then my compliance drug worked on human subjects.
With just a little coercion and torture, I made your lick fresh shit off
Jess's ass that same day.  Stronger proof I had broken you to my control.
The strongest proof was when you came multiple times while Jess and Glenn
were fucking you.  You were a good Dad before you met me, so making you cum
hands-free while you were molesting your own son proved you were completely
broken.  I can make you do even the most abhorrent things and make you love
it.  It wasn't just the drug I developed.  The conditioning recordings I
made you listen to are essential too.  The recordings have been
subliminally mind fucking you since the very beginning and played
constantly in your glory hole booth too.  The fag shakes you drink every
day are drugged of course.  I don't think I need to drug you anymore; I
think the changes are permanent now.  Daddy, say something.  A lot to
process, but say something."


fag daddy: "Why?!  I never hurt you.  Why me?  Why do this?"


Master Jeff: "Like I told you, research.  Nothing personal, I like you, but
you made yourself my test subject when you agreed to meet me in Eureka
Springs.  You were my first of several test subjects and controls.  You are
my last test subject and best.  None of the others escaped my control, but
some just broke and became useless, I discarded those The combination of
conditioning and drug cocktail and your mind was perfect.  A
high-functioning professional and a cocksucking cumdump slave all in one
test subject.  Your professional work barely suffered even when you were
sucking off most of your co-workers daily.  That is why I want you to take
the offer the organization makes.  You don't have other good options.  You
will lose your job here and the rumors will keep you from getting any other
job in your field.  Your wife is divorcing you and will take everything.
You're a known sex addict and whore, so she has grounds.  You are too old
to find a new profession and overqualified for low-paying jobs.  Your son
Glenn would buy you from me if I am willing to sell.  Knowing you are his
real Dad won't slow him down.  He will have something to prove though,
which would make him even harder and cruel to you.  You know he wants a
full-service toilet?  On the plus side, you would get all the young hard
cock and cum a faggot can swallow till he graduates.  The organization's
offer is your only good option.  They will give you a new name, change your
looks some, and give you a chance at a semi-normal life.  Your full-time
job would be at a state-of-the-art pilot plant making and improving the
very drug I used to make you a cumdump slave.  I'm not sure you were gay
when you met me, but I made you not just gay, there is not really a word
for what you are, I made you unique.  You have had the best sex of your
life since I changed you.  You have loved being a cumdump whore and my
slave.  Don't bother to deny anything. I know you, I made you.  From now
on, I won't pimp you anymore, but I won't ignore you either, I'll still
fuck you sometimes.  When the organization needs your faggot skills to
blackmail or trap a target, you will get to go back to cumdump whore mode.
You'll get to help me condition and break bad guys too.  Make them faggot
puppets like you who will do anything for me.  We will make 100% straight
strong real men lick my balls, lick my ass, suck cum from my balls, spread
their cheeks, and beg for more.  I will even make them submit to you and
let you fuck and breed them"


fag daddy: "You are working for the good guys, right?"


Master Jeff: "Absolutely, we are the good guys, trust me."


That night I slept in an evil genius's bed.  Maybe a sociopath's bed.  He
spooned me like a lover.  Even after the ultimate betrail and the horrible
confessions, he felt so good next to me.  I guess I'm just programmed that
way.


The next morning I accepted a generous new job offer.  Like I had a choice.
I lost control of my life months ago when I answered his ad for "Sub Daddy
Dom Son Role Play", I was just seeing what was out there, harmless fun. I
never meant for anything to really happen.  I never thought he would pic me
or we would meet in person.  Just a harmless fantasy.  This is a cautionary
tale.  Closet case Daddies be warned.


Thanks for reading the story and making it all the way to the end.  This is
the last chapter in Fag Daddy's story.  Daddy could not sink much lower and
his situation was not sustainable.  I wanted to tie some loose ends up and
give Jeff a motive for destroying Daddy's life.  It is as close to a happy
ending for Daddy as I could imagine.  Hey, at least the sex was great for
him.  I may write a new series centered on Glenn or Jeff in the future.
Maybe "I Was a Fag for the CIA" or "Have Faggot Will Travel" or Dr
Fagmaker".  Hope you enjoyed the story.


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/