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I arrived at Chad's apartment at four o'clock in the afternoon, hoping that he had been kneeling bare assed in the living room since one. Sure enough, there the boypussy was, looking apprehensively at the door as he heard it open. He was naked, on his knees. He looked like he had been crying alot. Good. He should get used to crying. He was a cute little stud, no doubt about it. Compact body, cute face, good feet and pecs and wonderful fuckable ass. I was pleased with my choice.
"Good afternoon, ASSWIPE." I said strolling into the room.
"We need to talk, Sir. There must be some way out of this. With all due respect..." He started to babble. Obviously he had been rehearsing all afternoon. He still thought there might be a way to talk himself out of his situation.
"With all due respect, Chad, why not show some respect and kiss and lick my shoes?"
The look on his face was priceless. It was truly as if I had been speaking some foreign language. He looked at my eyes, then down at my shoes, then up into my face again.
"What did I say about having to repeat an order, Chad? Consider everything I say an order."
"Can't we please..please...can't we talk about...I mean...it's not fair..."
I slapped him hard. "Life's not fair, Chad. Now I want you kissing and licking my shoes in four seconds."
Each time it took less physical force to get him to comply. That was good. A very good sign. He lowered his head and stuck out his cute teenage tongue and began to swipe it over my shoe tops. He made face and coughed a few times, but my shoes were pretty clean, so he didn't really have a probem.
"I said kiss and lick." he began to alternate the tongue bath with little kisses. It was really cute. I waited to see if he would lick and kiss around the back too. He did. Good boy. At last he felt he was finished. He knelt up, looking into my face.
"Two mistakes, Chad. First, your eyes are to be on my dick at all times, not on my face. My face is for my boyfriends and girlfriends, not for my fuckhole. You just focus on my dick lump. Second mistake, I say when you are finished kissing and licking my shoes, not you. Besides, you forgot to lick and kiss the soles of the shoes."
"But..but the bottoms are...filthy. " My, my such a clean little twerp
"Exactly, bright boy. The soles are filthy, so they need to be licked clean. Get to work!" I didn't help by bending or twisting my foot. He had to lie on his back and I rested the bottom of my shoe on his face. I stood there patiently as he licked the bottoms of my shoes. He gagged more than a few times.
"You are going to have to learn to control that gag reflex. If the bottom of my shoes makes you gag, think what my big fat dirty dick down your throat will do." He moaned. It was an honest moan of despair coming from his heart, and I couldn't fault him for it. He was doomed and he knew it. Hejust wasn't strong enough or man enough to fight me. Most guys aren't. I'm blessed that way. It's my gift. I can control others.
When I was satisfied, I sat down on the couch. "Do you have any beer in the house?"
"Yeah..." he said rather encouragingly. Perhaps he thought this meant we would have an intelligent conversation. We would, but it would be mostly one way.
"Good. Crawl out into the kitchen and fetch me a beer, and crawl back again." He frowned. It was the word, "crawl" that stymied him. Simple word. Simple meaning. At last he got it and turned and started to go out of the room on all fours.
"Stop! You need to learn how to crawl. Keep your back arched. Your ass and head should be the highest points on your body. Get that ass up high. That cute smooth ass is what I am mostly here for. Keep your head up too so your back arches nicely. Open your mouth and let your shoe cleaning tongue hang out like a dog's tongue. When you crawl, spread your legs more, so I can see your balls swing. And make sure they swing when you crawl. It's more difficult to crawl with your legs spread, but it's so much more attractive." Go on, try this at home. It's not easy to crawl with your legs apart, it throws off the movement. But if you do it right and have a low hanging scrotum, you can get a nice swing out of it.
The young fuck was crying again and muttering "please, please" over and over. But he crawled out and returned a minute or so later with a can of beer.
"You stupid cunt. If you crawl with the beer in your hand, sideways like that, when I open the can, we'll spray beer all over. Now crawl back and fetch a different beer, and hang the beer from your mouth by the plastic six pack carrier. If you no longer have that, tie a piece of string around the can and hang it from your mouth." He practically wailed in desperation, but he turned around and crawled back and a few minutes later came back with the beer can, held by his mouth by a string.
"You took far too long. I know this is your first day, but you have to do better than that. Now I will have to beat your ass with my belt. Stay right there down on the floor and lift your ass up. I'm going to give you five hard swats."
You see the work training a new boy can be? It's not as easy as it seems and all fun and games. I slapped that belt down on his fine young ass, while he screamed in pain and sobbed. He really couldn't take much. What a fucking wuss. "Keep the noise down. You want all the neighbors to know what a faggot sissy boy you really are?" He hadn't even thought of the neighbors. He kept saying he was sorry and would do better. Damn right he would.
When his ass had been whipped five times, I sat on the couch and sipped my beer and instructed him to kneel on the floor in front of me.
"Legs apart, so your clit is always on display. Now answer my questions honestly. Did you break up with your girlfriend?"
He chewed his lower lip. "I...I told her I couldn't see her for a while."
"Well, that's okay. That's fine. As long as she understands that. You are not going to want to see her anyway, not with a stretched asshole and your face all swollen from sucking so much dick. I mean, how can you date her when you stink of piss?"
"you're not going to do that, are you?" His eyes filled with tears.
"Didn't I tell you I was into heavy humiliation and degradation? Of course I'm going to do that. That's nothing compared to what I am going to do. So I think it's best for you and her if you give the bitch wide birth for some time. Personally I don't think she will want you, once she sees what you've become."
"She loves me. She'll wait for me." Just then the door opened and my buddy sauntered in, dropping a gym bag. His name is rick and he is built like a brick shithouse.
"This is my buddy Rick. He's going to work on your computer for a while. He's going to lift the names and email addresses of all your friends and shit like that. What's your username and password?"
"You can't do that?" It just came out. He didn't mean it I am sure, it just burst forth out of his anxiety. But it was wrong.
I lifted one foot and placed it on his face and pushed hard. He fell over onto the carpet.
"I can do any fucking thing I want to do with you. Do you fucking understand that. How stupid are you, you useless piece of shit?"
He lay on the floor whimpering, but gave Rick the username and password. Rick shook his head.
"I don't know what you see in these sniveling sissy boys." He made his way toward the bedroom and the computer.
"I think they're cute. Help yourself to a beer. One of the cans has been shaken up, be careful. If you see anything of his in the bedroom you want for yourself, take it."
I told my new toy to get back onto his knees. "Now. You told your cuntfriend you couldn't see her. Good. Did you quit your job?" He didn't answer.
"Did you quit your fucking job?"
"Not exactly. I...I told them I needed some time off. That I was sick. I can't afford to lose my job. It's a good job with a consulting firm, and ..."
I slapped him. Not hard. "Okay, we'll take care of that this afternoon. You fucked up and you will be punished. Did you close your bank account and withdraw all your money?"
He nodded and pointed to a table where a pile of cash lay. I smiled. "Good boy. I'll check the paperwork later. And, did you drop out of school?"
He looked really scared or sad or something, bit nodded, and then lowered his head in shame as he cried.
"Good. That gives us more time for our games. How could you go to school for instance with a big dildo up your ass? I mean you could, but it would make it tough to sit through those boring lectures. And you stomach would be rumbling all through class from all the cum you had swallowed the night before, and the piss. No, it's better to drop out now. After I'm finished with you, if you are still so inclined which is unlikely, you can always go back. All right now, we'll go and take care of your job in an hour or so but first, I want to spend bit of time, teaching you some basic dick respect. Your job in life, your only job in life while you are with me is to pleasure my dick! You can do this various ways. Obviously with your hand and mouth and asshole, but also in the way you look at my cock. In the way you talk to it. In the ultimate respect you show it. You must learn to savor the flavor of my prick. The smell of it. The texture of the cockskin and the dickhead. The salty taste of my balls. These things are going to fill your life, Chad, and you must learn to love them."
He looked at me as if he were trying very hard to understand. I had to give him credit for that. "I just don't think I am ever going to be able to like that stuff. I'm just not gay. I just don't feel that way. How can I learn to love that?"
"Through conditioning, Chad. Like Pavlov's dogs. You will soon learn that any time when you are not worshipping my dick, you will be in pain and discomfort and distress, and the only time you are truly content and at peace is when you are loving and servicing my big fat juicy hunk of fuckmeat.
His nostrils glistened with snot, and his mouth hung open slightly. So cute. He was trying to comprehend how this could be happening to him. How this could be real.
"My dick needs almost constant attention. Even sitting here on your couch talking to you, look how it bulges in my jeans. I'm what they call 'oversexed' Chad. I need something to fuck almost constantly, and you are it. It's not my fault. It's not easy, Chad, being oversexed and having a monster sized slab of fuckmeat. I leak in my pants at the sight of a cute ass. When I try to date young dudes, they are scared shitless at the size of my fucker. What am I supposed to do,not fuck? And then too, it's not easy to find a regular boyfriend who wants to be totally degraded in public and private. I mean, who wants that? So, this is the best way. For me to see a cute piece of ass like you, and just take it and train it. Now I want you to lean in and bury your face in my crotch and just smell my dick through my jeans.'
"You want me to do that?" he asked, hoping again he had heard incorrectly.
"Yeah. I want you to learn to love my dick smell."
"I'm straight..." he whispered.
"We've already covered that!" I smiled, and grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into my crotch. I humped my jean covered prick against his face.
"Doesn't that smell good? That is man smell. I'll bet you can't wait until you can taste that, huh, baby?" My pants were getting wet from his tears. My big dick was also getting hard. So I stood up and dropped trou. My huge fucker swayed and throbbed not quite totally hard. A long string of pre-cum hung from the pisshole in the big fat dickhead.
"That's beautiful, isn't It. Isn't it Chad. Tell me it's beautiful."
He wanted to look away, but couldn't. "It's...it's beautiful." he mumbled without enthusiasm. That would not do.
"Tell me my big fat dick is beautiful!"
"Your, your big fat dick is beautiful." He looked down.
"Lift your head. Look at my dick. I told you already, your eyes are to always be on my dick, clothed and naked. Especially naked. When my fuckmeat is out, you look at nothing else. Now look at my dick and tell me what a big fat beautiful leaking cock I have."
"You have a beautiful big fat leaking cock." He muttered.
"Say it louder and clearer, or I will beat your nutsack with my belt."
"YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BIG FAT LEAKING COCK."
"Ask me politely if you you may lick my cockleak."
"Oh, God no, please. Don't make me do that..." He started to sob uncontrollably. This cute college kid, was reduced to a crybaby. My dick twitched, got even thicker and leaked more. This was so great. I reached toward my belt.
"NO...PLEASE...PLEASE...MAY I ...MAY I LICK... OH JESUS...MAY I LICK YOUR..YOUR..COCKLEAK?" The last word sounded strange and strangled, like some foreign guttural language.
"Why yes you may. You man lean your cute face in and stick out your tongue and catch the cock drippings on your tongue and scoop it up and taste my fine gourmet cockslop leak."
The look on his face made him look suddenly like an old man. He kind of hung there frozen in time, mouth half open.
"I am waiting, Chad."
Then in slow motion he brought his face to my dick. His tongue extended and he caught up the string of pre-fuck onto it. The slime curled on his tongue and then the string slid over to his lips and up across his nose. My pre-fuck was covering the face of this straight college kid.
"How can you lick it up if you get it on your face, Chad? Move your mouth so the fuck goes inside." I leak alot. So his mouth was soon filled with pre-fuck slop. "Good boy. Now you may swallow." He did, but it wasn't easy for him. His entire body was trembling. Nake and smooth and pale and trembling. This kid was fucking freaked out of his mind.
"Now I want you to kiss my dick. Remember how you kissed my dick this morning? Now I want you to kiss it with more enthusiasm. Kiss my cuntbuster all over. Kiss it on the stalk and on the wet head. Kiss down onto my fucksack. Kiss it all over and make it feel real good. Kiss it just like a faggot cocksucker kisses dick."
He opened his mouth again and little choppy glottal noises came out. He couldn't even find the words to protest. I gently brought his head to my prick and soon felt soft kissed cover it. His lips were very soft and gentle. It was quite romantic really.
"Now open your mouth a little like you are tongue kissing, so you can really taste my dick. This is probably your very first time really tasting a dick, isn't it, Chad? Well, don't worry. You'll be tasting lots and lots of dick in the days to come. But even blindfolded, even if you've tasted twenty or thirty dicks, you will always be able to recognize the flavor of my fuckmeat. You will have it in your mouth so much, that the taste of my cock will be a part of you. My ball sweat will be your cologne. Kiss around the ridge of the cockhead. That's a fucking big cockhead, isn't it, Chad? Imagine how it will feel opening up your asshole. That big dickhead has caused guys and girls alike considerable discomfort. But you'll get used to it. Some dudes say they never get used to it, that it hurst like hell every single time I fuck them, but if I fuck you enough and stretch your ass into a proper pussy, then it shouldn't hurt after a while. Right? You're trembling Chad. Is that from excitement or fear? Your very first dick. A boy's first dick is a kind of special occasion, isn't it? You will never forget that first taste of dick. That sweaty dick flavor. Suck enough dick and your breath smells like dick forever. Even your ex-girlfriend could be able to smell cock on your breath. And you are going to suck alot of dick, Chad. Believe me, you are going to suck alot of dick. Stop crying, your tears are going to interfere with the smell and taste of my dick. Now instead of kissing, start licking. Lick my big fat dick all over. You are going to make an excellent dick licker, I can tell that already. You have a natural talent for it."
And then suddenly, in the middle of licking my cock, he just fell over. He fainted. He just keeled over and lay there. It was all too much for him. Just starting and it was already too much for him. I knew then, that I had been too easy on him. He was going to need a stronger hand. He looked so peaceful crumpled naked on the floor. But he was not allowed to tune out...to faint int he middle of a cock licking session. So I gave my fucker a few yanks and sent a spray of piss down onto his face. You need infinite patience to train a new pussyboy. He sputtered and moaned and gargled and gagged and turned his head from one side to another. He blinked the stinging piss out of his eyes. He was totally grossed out.
"All right, Chad, enough loafing, get your mouth back on my dick, and this time, it's going to taste and smell of piss, and it's your own fault!"
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