Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2018 13:45:21 -0400
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Hometown Visit 3

Category:
Incest/Authoritarian

Usual warning:

This is a work of complete fiction. It is not based on anyone real or
fictional. All characters are eighteen or over. Do not read if you are not
over eighteen.

This chapter continues with the switching perspective theme. I think it
shows all actions are consensual.

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Hometown Visit 3

Mr. Standt

I liked seeing the little shit like this. He was on his knees, covered in
jizz, still sucking cum off my body.

I took one of my hands and placed it on his tiny face. It covered his face
completely and made my palm and fingers slick with my nut.

I scooped up some of it with my right hand and made him suck it off my
fingers, the rest I smeared on his face and chest.

As always, after a big nut, I needed to piss.

I pulled his mouth wide open like he was a toy.

Tommy

Yesterday, I wanted to beat the shit out of this man when he called me a
slut and told me to suck his dick. When he pissed in my mouth, I gagged and
choked.

Now it's like I knew better. It was almost like he saw me for the worthless
trash I was and felt like.

I knew what was cumming when he pulled my mouth open.

I was his toilet and he was putting me in my place.

The first hot yellow jet splattered on my face. The second landed on my
tongue. By the third, his dick was blasting piss in the back of my throat
as fast as I could swallow.

I gagged and choked, but I took it.

Mr. Standt

My son was getting better at drinking piss. I couldn't believe I ever
considered bringing him home to my wife and family.

All I said after draining my snake in his mouth was, "Shower. You're
filthy. "

He nodded, leapt to his feet, and said, "Yes,sir."

I shouted, "And brush your teeth and use your mouthwash after."

How dad of me.

I figured I might not ever kiss him again, but better to be prepared.

While he was bathing, I prepared for his next big choice. And I thought
about my options.

Taking him home as my son was out of the question now. But I also wasn't
entirely ready to never see him again.

I had had submissive women before, but nothing like this. I would have been
in prison for treating one the way I treated him. And he took it.

And, I guess because he wasn't a woman, I didn't feel bad treating him that
way. Hitting a lady was wrong. So was taking them that hard. But he wasn't
a lady. Treating a queer whore like a queer whore was how you taught a boy
like that his place. Plus, he wanted money.

Rich men treated poor men like shit all the time for money.

It was the way of the world.

It was a fair exchange.

And, somehow, he turned me on. This whole experience turned me on.

I sat a stack of bills on one side of the table. Five one hundred dollar
bills. On that side was the black dress and the lube from earlier.

The other side, though, was the interesting one.

I put two thousand dollars in twenties there. Still not a large amount
really to me. However, it had to be more than he'd ever seen. After all,
the money yesterday had him so excited.

Next to the two thousand, I put the hood I had brought with me and a shock
collar. I also placed my belt and a whip there.

I probably wouldn't use either, but I wanted to see his reaction.

Tommy

I didn't know if I should get dressed or not and wasn't sure how to ask him
about money. I didn't want to do this stuff for free, even though some part
of me liked pleasing him. I don't know if I'd ever nutted as much as I had
with him.

I decided to stay naked and just bring up the money later.

When I walked into the living room, I think he felt my shock.

The first thing I saw was the stacks of bills. Then I noticed the rope,
belt, dress and whip.

He patted the seat next to him on the couch and I rushed to sit there.

He pulled my head over to his left nipple. Then he said, "Suck it."

I took his hairy nipple in my mouth and started sucking and flicking my
tongue on it like he was my girlfriend.

He guided my head and said:

I want to make sure you consent, boy, to everything I do to you. This is
one of those times you make a choice. On one side is five hundred dollars
and your mama's dress. You choose that side and the five hundred is
yours. We hang out here, you get me hard again, I put you in that dress,
fuck the shit out of you in her bed, cream your asshole, and we never have
to see each again.

He stopped talking, pulled my head off his tit, and pushed me to the floor.

He guided my head to his nutsack and said, "Lick."

I knelt in front of him and obeyed. His balls still tasted like cum.

He closed his eyes for a minute, then continued:

The other side is pain, kid. You choose it and you become my slave for the
next 12 hours or so. For that, I'll pay you two thousand dollars. That
means you stop being a human, though, and become a little animal for me to
play with. That whip and belt is there because I might use them on you. Not
because you disobey, but to see if it gets me hard or for fun. The rope is
to tie you up or down or however else I want to. Understand?

My thoughts were racing. Two thousand dollars was enough drugs for
months. Maybe longer. I could maybe even get a car to fix up. I'd be
fucking rich.

I could handle pain and it couldn't be worse than licking his ass or
swallowing pee.

I stopped licking his balls and asked, "You won't kill me or anything
right?"

He laughed and shook his head.

I knew what I had to choose then.

I said, "I'll be your slave."

Mr. Standt

The kid finally had my balls feeling fresh and cum free. And he wanted to
be my slave.

I wasn't a monster though so decided to make sure he knew what that meant
and give him a safe word.

I lifted his face up. It was so smooth and perfect, even with the bruises
from last night.

I spit on him and slapped him hard enough so that he fell back.

I stood up then. He looked tiny huddled on the floor.

I said:

Yesterday, you were my whore. The only thing lower than a whore is a
slave. I'm going to be kind and give you an out. If at any time you want me
to stop, say orange. You say that and I stop. You won't get the money, but
I'll let you go and take you home. Understand?

He nodded.

I wanted to make sure he wouldn't just pussy out.

I told him, "Pick the belt or whip and bring it to me. Then bend over the
couch and tell me how many lashes you can take. Prove you can handle
this. Or tell me to get the fuck out."

He got up and walked over to the table.

I watched him look at the options. He looked like my kid as he thought
about it. He did that thing me and my other boy do when we are unsure. We
all seem to wiggle our mouths a little to the side and hold it until we
make a decision.

He finally picked up the whip. There was no fucking way I was going to use
that, but I had to admire his courage.

He brought it to me and bent over the couch. He gripped the wooden sided
back tight with both hands. I could see his muscles tremble and his
buttcheeks flex.

Then he said, trembling, "However many you want, sir."

I left him like that as I got dressed. I went outside and opened the trunk.

When I came back inside, he was still in the same position.

I pulled him back and pushed him to his knees in front of the table.

I said, "Put on the collar if you want to be my slave."

He looked at it. I could tell he recognized the box on it and knew it was a
shock collar. He slipped it on and I padlocked it.

Then I lifted him up by his underarms and jerked his hands behind his
back. I used the rope to tie them together, fairly tightly.

I bet there were queers that would pay millions for a piece of submissive
ass like this.

He looked back at the money. I put the five hundred in my pocket. I took
the two grand and put it back in the bag.

I had grown up in a dive like this so knew how this worked. I made sure he
saw me and then walked over to one of the floor vents for the air
conditioner, adjusted the tab to open it, and stuffed the two grand in the
vent.

He smiled.

I made a last look outside to confirm nobody was around.

Then I pushed him in front of me.

When we got to the car, he looked confused when I didn't open a door for
him.

I nodded at the trunk and he got it.

When he got to the trunk, I put the hood over his head.

He couldn't climb in blind on his own, but with a little help he made it.

I shut the trunk, got in the car, and thought what a wonderful night this
was going to be.