Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2020 07:55:07 +0000
From: StoryFan <17459@protonmail.com>
Subject: Justin and Jared Part 3

Part 3

Justin hardened the tip of his tongue and gently traced the rim of his
master's hole. Jared began to wake and shifted slightly, instinctively
pushing back again the wet tongue. It was five-thirty in the morning, and
time for Justin to wake Jared up. Justin had opened the door to Jared's
room to find Jared fast asleep on his stomach, blankets and sheets in
disarray, with his muscular ass exposed, legs slightly spread. Justin felt
a rush of painfully mixed emotions as he looked at his new master. Fear
mixed with hatred mixed with self-loathing all battled with the memory of
the lust he felt when he humped his cock on Jared's abs, and the confusion
of relief he experienced when Jared praised him.

Justin took a deep breath and decided that Jared would probably like to
wake up to getting his ass rimmed. Jared had carefully stretched out on the
bed between Jared's legs, slightly parted the rock-hard ass cheeks, and had
begun to lick. As Jared transitioned from sleep to wakefulness he began to
moan.

"Good morning, faggot." he said sleepily, "That's a good way to start my
day." He reached back with both hands and pushed Justin's face into his
hole. Justin again felt a mix of disgust and longing as he began to stab
his tongue deeper into Jared's hole. Jared abruptly pulled away and rolled
over onto his back. His mammoth cock was fully hard. He looked Justin
straight in the eyes and said simply "Suck it."

The night before Jared had thrust his cock into Justin's mouth, but only to
shoot his load. This was Justin's first time sucking dick. He climbed
between Jared's legs and took the long, hard shaft in his hand. Jared
slapped Justin across the face. Not overly hard, but enough that Justin
knew he had done wrong.

"Straddle my thigh, bitch. You know you want to feel that little fag dick
pressed against my hard muscle." Jared blushed. He couldn't help but
remember how good it had felt last night when he humped Jared's abs, how
much cum had exploded from him. He sat down on Jared's thigh, pushing the
pouch of his jockstrap against the taught, hot skin beneath him, the
memories of the night before making him instantly start to get hard.

Justin grasped the thick shaft in his hand, leaned over, and began to swirl
his tongue around the head. Jared moaned. Opening his mouth wide Justin
started to engulf the ten inches of black cock. He could only take the
first few inches, but he did his best to work those as much as he
could. The cock didn't taste bad and it felt like both velvet and steel in
his mouth. He could feel Jared's hand on the back of his head, gently
stroking his hair, hear him saying that he was a good faggot, a good
bitch. The mixed rush of fear and pleasure again coursed through him like
electricity and he felt is dick harden the rest of the way. Instinctively
he began to rub it against Jared's thigh, and he let out as much of an
involuntary moan as he could with his mouth stuffed with big, black cock.

"Time to swallow the whole thing, bitch." growled Jared, "Open up your
throat because you're taking it no matter what." Jared began to push
inexorably down on Justin's hear. Inch by inch the massive hunk of meat
slid deeper in Justin's throat. Justin began to choke, but Jared was
relentless. Suddenly the head of the monster cock pushed into Justin's
throat and the last few inches slid in. Justin couldn't breathe, his eyes
were filled with tears and his nose was filled with Jared's dominating
scent. Still, he felt some measure of twisted pride that he had swallowed
it all.

Jared held Justin's head down while Justin began to choke and
struggle. "Not yet, fag." said Jared, "Work those throat muscles on my
cock." Justin did his best, but he was beginning to feel faint and
nauseated. Finally, Jared released him. Justin collapsed onto Jared's hard
body, gasping for air, and desperately trying not to vomit. Jared stroked
Justin's hair, praising him for being a good faggot, for swallowing the
whole cock. Justin felt tears streaming down his face, a mixture of being
choked, humiliation, and an unsettling amount of happiness that he had
pleased his master.

"Good boy. You're suck a good bitch. Who's bitch are you?" "I'm your bitch,
Master. I'm so glad that I made you proud of me." And it was true. Justin
was happy that he escaped punishment, but he also felt the stirrings of
longing inside him. He had begun to crave Jared's praise. He needed
more. He cuddled himself on top of his muscle god, resting his head on
those massive, hard pecs. With one hand we reached down, squeezed Jared's
cock and began to stroke.

"Oh, good boy!" responded Jared. He knew it was close now. Soon Justin
would be begging to have as much of Jared's body as he could get. Justin
stroked up and down, felling the hard heat of Jared's cock as it seemed to
course through his body. Jared began to moan and thrust up into Justin's
hand. Justin felt Jared wrap his arm around his shoulders, an act that felt
both protective and domineering. Justin responded by licking Jared's pec
before latching onto the nipple and sucking.

"Fuck yes, faggot. Suck on that nipple." Growled Jared. Justin could feel
the shaft growing, swelling, getting harder in his hand. Jared pushed
Justin off him. "Get on your knees on the floor, bitch." Justin hurried to
comply, looking up at Jared standing above him, drinking in the body of his
new master with his eyes. Jared looked down at his bitch, a twisted smile
on his face. He pointed his cock toward Justin and waited. Justin's eyes
locked onto the giant slab of black meat mesmerized, he leaned forward and
opened his mouth. But Jared had other plans.

He began to slap Justin's face with his prick, each strike eliciting a gasp
and moan from Justin. Jared looked down and saw Justin massaging his
rock-hard dick through the Jock strap. "Don't touch yourself, bitch. You
aren't allowed to cum now." The room was filled with the sounds of flesh
striking flesh and Justin's moans. "Ugh, yes, thank you master. So hot, so
hard. Thank you!"

Jared grabbed the back of Justin's head and began sliding his cock all over
Justin's face. He humped against Justin's face, grinding his dick onto
Justin as hard as he could. Just seemed to melt under the onslaught, driven
crazy by the overwhelming scent of a real man, by the heat and steel
thrusting against him. Impossibly, he felt Jared's cock growing even
longer, even harder. Jared thrust faster, his grunts and growls blending
with Justin's moans and whimpers.

And then Justin hear that great growl that he had already come to
recognize. Jared pulled back, stroked his cock a few times, and began to
fire cum all over Justin's face. Shot after shot of hot jizz coated Justin
as he opened his mouth to catch it. Jared continued to unload, filling
Justin's mouth to overflowing and coating his face entirely. Justin
swallowed as quickly as he could and opened his mouth for more, even though
he was blinded by his master's blessing. Jared fired a few last shots into
his new bitch's mouth, then plunged his cock in after them. Justin sucked,
licked, and swallowed until that cock, that massive piece of velvet covered
steel was clean.

Jared pulled out, pulled on his gym clothes, grab his bag, and walked out
of the room. Over his shoulder he called "Do the chores. When I get home,
you will lick me clean, and then you will get fucked. You'll like that,
won't you?"

Knowing it would happen no matter what, Justin replied "Yes, Sir. It will
be an honor to make you feel good." Justin heard a low, throaty chuckle
followed by the door closing, and as he knelt there, dripping in cum, he
wondered how he could have changed so fast, since he knew his words were
the truth.