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[slowlyhardgoatee]

I couldn’t believe the rumours were true. 

A couple of my mates told me about this new go-go dancing boy at The Eagle who loved nothing better than sucking fat old bears’ cocks. I went down there with them last night and there you were, boy. 

I remember one of my mates pointed you out to me - you were just finishing up a routine and had all these low-value bills in the waistband of your jock - and he said ‘Here, there’s that faggot we were telling you about’. And I said back to him, ‘You watch. That faggot’s gonna be my slave within the hour.’ 

I sidled up to you at the bar, boy, remember? Didn’t even look at you, but I felt you notice me. I turned 60 yesterday, boy, and it seems big, stocky old granddads like me are just your fucking type because I literally heard you intake your breath. I said ‘Haven’t seen you here before, boy. You new?’ And you stammered out some stuff about you’d only been there a couple weeks, you only turned 18 last month, and then went quiet. And I just went, ‘I think that money in your panties belongs to me, doesn’t it, faggot?’ And you instantly said ‘Yes, Sir’, and I took my fucking time taking every single bill out of your waistband while you whimpered. 

I ordered a beer at that point, and when it came I said ‘I think it’s time you were on your knees, boy, don’t you?’ And you said ‘Yes, Sir’ again, and instantly got down on your knees, so I just pulled my cock out of my pants and said ‘Eat it, pig. All the fucking way down. Deep throat that granddad cock. Slut. You ain’t getting off my cock until I’ve finished my beer and blown a load down your fucking throat, faggot, is that clear? Tug on Granddad’s nipples if you understand.’

And you did. Just like a good pig. 

Of course, I had to keep that promise I made to my mates though, so when I was close, I said ‘I think what you really need, boy, is to be my full-time cum dump slave, isn’t it pig?’  And then I put my hands firmly at the back of your head and said, ‘Boy, we’ve already established that you’re an inferior sub faggot. If you agree that you also need to be my full time slave, all you need to do is keep sucking that fat cock.’ You tried pulling off, but I just went ‘Ah - I don’t think so, pig. You ain’t getting off my cock until I’ve dumped a load down your faggot throat, remember?’ And you whimpered again, but kept sucking. ‘So’, I said, ‘it’s agreed. You’re my full time breed pig and slave, isn’t that right, faggot? Suck me once for ‘Yes’, twice for ‘Granddad’. Good pig.’ As for what happened next… well. You know all about what happened next, don’t you boy? 

Yeah, you do. That collar I put on you in front of everyone last night tells a full story. And guess what’s gonna happen now, boy? Now it’s time for you to take your first good hard breeding as a collared slave. Lie on your front, faggot. Good boy. Now, you’re gonna keep your face and shoulders on the floor, and bring your knees up below your arse. Yeah, just like that. Reach back so your hands are holding your butt cheeks - good lad - and now spread ‘em. Spread that cunt as wide as you can, pig. That’s the fucking stuff. Look at that arse. Ripe for a rape. Ready to get bred for the first time, boy? Yeah? Then beg for it, pig. Beg me to rape that faggot pig hole. That’s exactly what I wanna hear out of your mouth, boy - ‘Rape my pathetic faggot pig hole raw please Granddad’ - go on, cunt, say it. Louder. Louder, pig boy. Fucking scream it.

Yeeeeeah, good pig. Here it comes, slut boy. Here comes Granddad’s meat. Fuuuuuck yeah that’s a tight cunt. I’m gonna be breaking it in good and proper tonight, I can promise you that much, faggot. You’re gonna take me balls deep until I say otherwise. It’s gonna hurt. But you’ll learn to beg for more. You’ll learn to crave my meat, faggot. Now hold still, pig. Granddad’s gonna breed. Oh fuck yeah… fuck yeah… tighten that cunt up for me, pig boy - oh, fuck yeah you diiiiirty little slut. Yeah! Get that fucking fat old granddad cream right up ya, you CUNT. FUCK. 

Fuuuucking hell, pig. That’s how you break in a slave. Did you cream? No? Good. Get really fucking used to it. My cock’s the only one that gets off round here, slut. Now go in the bathroom and clean yourself up. When you come out, I hope you’re ready for my belt across your arse. For a start. That slave collar’s never coming off you, faggot. Welcome to your new life as an owned pig. 

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Knees, boy. 

Good lad. Y’know, there were a couple of things about your DaddyHunt profile that really intrigued me. One is that you said you were looking at exploring your kink of being collared and Owned. Now that’s something I can definitely help with. Look to your left. See that studded collar over there on the floor? Pick it up and hand it to me. Look up at me, boy. Now, beg me to put this collar on you. Go on. Louder, faggot. Mean it. Good boy. That’s it on. 

The second thing was that you’re apparently married? That right? How old are you, twenty? Mmm. Young to be married, though. Still, your profile said you and your husband have an ‘agreement’. So out of respect for your husband, not you, I’m gonna give you ten seconds to change your mind before I lock that collar in place. 

….No? Ok then - that’s it locked. You are now my property, faggot. And you’re gonna get used and abused. First things first, boy - open wide. I gotta take a leak, and your toilet mouth is where it’s going. Oh, now you hesitate? Look - It’s either down your throat or all over your face, boy, which is it? 

Yeah, just as I thought. Keep still… aaaaah, fuck that feels good. Putting a faggot’s toilet mouth to its proper use. Swallow it all, pig. Good boy. Now if I turn around… Yeeeeeah, get that tongue right up my shit hole, faggot. Lick my fucking prostate for me. Pig. Keep going… good fucking boy. 

There. Now look at yourself in the mirror over there, faggot. On your knees, wearing a locked collar you begged for, mouth tasting of all the piss you’ve just swallowed and your face covered in skid marks after you’ve had your full tongue up a fat old man’s sweaty, dirty arsehole. You’re nothing but a toilet pig, boy. And that’s what I’ll be keeping you here for. I’ll never have to buy toilet paper again, boy, not while that talented tongue’s in your faggot mouth. You ain’t going anywhere. You’ll certainly never see your husband again. But I’ll send him a little message in a bit, let him know what his toilet slave husband is doing instead of coming home to him. I can get twink boys pretty much on tap - hell, I bred an 18-year-old last week who was nervous at first, but eventually I had him screaming ‘Thank you, Grandad’ every time I thrusted up his cunt - but a bona fide toilet pig like you, boy, they’re hard to come by. No, I’ll be keeping you collared, tied up and ball-gagged, faggot, and the only time the gag gets removed is when I need a piss. Clear? Good boy. 

It’s lights out time, faggot. That means I’m gonna be knocking you unconscious and then breeding your pig boy cunt while you’re passed out. That’s the only way you’re ever gonna get fucked by me, boy. But don’t worry - when I want you to wake up I’ll just piss all over your face. Sweet dreams, pig. And remember - you begged for that collar, boy. This is entirely your own doing. 

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Boy, I’m not gonna beat around the bush here. 

You’re here to be a slave. A cum-guzzling pig-boy slut. That’s all you are. That means you do exactly as you’re told. Instantly. I will be renting your holes out to my mates, every day. That’s right, slut boy, seven days a week. I’ll be making good money off your tight cunt, not to mention that talented mouth of yours. But don’t get the idea that you’re anything more to me than the hole between your legs, and the hole that faggy voice comes out of. 

So, some ground rules. You don’t speak unless expressly spoken to. No one wants to hear that lispy faggot voice. If you do get to talk, you keep it to ‘Yes, Sir’, ‘Thank you, Sir,’ ‘Rape me harder please, Sir’. Stuff like that. And obviously, your own cock is off limits while there are Real Men here.

Now, if you’re a good pig, once a week I will allow you the privilege of jerking off. You will do so in the bathroom at the end of the hall, with the door closed and locked, and with no external stimulation whatsoever. No porn, no Tumblr galleries, nothing. You will jerk off in complete silence, boy, I mean I don’t wanna hear a fucking sound. When you’ve finished, you will clean up after yourself - I don’t think I need to say, but I will, that I do not want to see any evidence whatsoever of you having pleasured yourself. Then you will come back in here. Before you resume servicing my cock, you will kneel in front of me, privates exposed, and you will beg me to boot you in the balls, boy. After I’ve done that, I wanna hear a nice loud ‘Thank you, SIR’ before you deep throat my fat hog. Is that clear, faggot? Good boy. 

Why don’t we do a practice run, slut? You heard me, boy. Knees. Now. Look at your Owner’s boot, pig. Steel toe caps, and good clean leather. Now look down at your pathetic cock and balls. They deserve to be kicked in, don’t they, boy? Eh? That little dicklet is just about the smallest I’ve ever seen. 

Now, I’m gonna light up. Nothing turns me on more than using and abusing a faggot while I’m smoking. You’re gonna beg for my boot in your useless balls while I take my sweet time huffing on this cigar. Be warned, boy - if I see you starting to get hard I’ll be tapping off my cigar ash all over your fucking cock. 

Go on then, boy. Start begging for Sir’s fucking boot. Let’s see how pathetic and desperate you can sound. Slut. If you’re a good boy, I might see my way clear to having you over my knee for a good fucking belting, and all. You like the sound of that, pig? 

Oh - I can see your little dicklet trying to get hard, boy. You know what that means, don’t you? Time to use your cock head as a fucking ash tray, faggot. Scream all you want. It only gets me harder. 

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Son, I know classes were cancelled at college today, so I thought I’d take you into work with me. 

Sort of a ‘bring your kid to work’ kind of thing, you know? I know you’re only my stepson, not my actual son, and you’re hardly a kid at 18, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Plus you’ve expressed an interest in the construction business before, and I think I’ve got the perfect role for you today. 

See, I’ve got a big meeting in a couple hours with my boss and his team, where if all goes well, they’ll be approving funding for a big new project. My boss has said he wants to see something  ‘eye-catching and fresh’ and what he’s gonna see, boy, is you - on your back under my office chair which doubles as a rim seat. He’s gonna see you making out with my arsehole for the duration of the meeting, boy, which I expect to last for a good couple of hours. He’s gonna hear you moaning in pleasure as you lick, suck on and tongue your own stepdad’s sweaty arsehole, and if they approve the funding, there’s a bottle of whisky in my desk drawer which I’ll be passing around to them - before I pass you around them, and all. That’s right, faggot boy, my boss and his whole team are gonna get good and drunk and then be invited to bareback rape both your slutty holes from the end of the meeting until closing time. Imagine that, boy. Eight fat old construction daddies passing you around like a whore. Hell, I might even keep the office open late. 

Don’t act like you’re shocked, faggot. I know you’ve been eyeing me up for months, don’t think I ain’t seen ya, boy. You’re tenting your fucking trousers just thinking about it. Slut. In fact, I think we need a practice session before the meeting, boy. Or maybe I just need to feed you my cock. Yeah, I think that’ll do. On your fucking knees, pig boy. Good. Open fucking wide. You ready for your stepdad’s big dick, faggot? Yeah? Ready to swallow what I feed you, boy? Yeah, course you fucking are, fucking pig like you. Go on then, boy. Get that meat in your faggot mouth. Good boy. Suck it nice… and slow… FUCK yeah. Good pig. Right to the fucking bristles like a good little whore. 

Hold still now, son, I’m gonna paint your fucking tonsils for ya. Fuck yeah… fuck yeah… oh fuck, boy, I’m gonna fuuuuuuucking shoot - fuck, you dirty little SLUT. FUCK. Oh no, don’t you fucking dare pull off, faggot. No, you’re gonna swallow the fucking lot. Every drop. Theeeeere ya go. Good pig. Show Daddy your empty mouth. Good boy. Let’s get going then. It’s a half-hour drive to the office, and I want you sucking me off like your life depends on it the whole way there, pig. Get in the fucking car. Good boy. 

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‘Wake up, faggot.’

I swam up out of the darkness, back to full consciousness. My head was splitting. I had no idea how long I’d been out. I tried to turn my head and felt something around my neck. I reached up and felt a light but strong steel collar. My hands, I realised, were also handcuffed.

‘You starting to get it now, pig boy?’ The voice belonged to a gruff-looking older guy, who stood in front of me with no shirt on, smirking down at me. ‘You ain’t going anywhere. You’ve been sold. No one knows where you are, and me and that Berkeley guy went through your pockets and divided up all your stuff between us. Burnt your clothes, destroyed and wiped your phone, and drained your bank accounts dry.’

I gazed at him in horror.

‘Hell,’ he said, adjusting his package and making sure I could see, ‘I even fucked a load up you while you were passed out. And let me tell you, faggot, you’ve got one accommodating cunt. No resistance when you’re passed out, you see. You took my thick cock to the fucking root on every thrust.’

Despite my situation, despite the collar and cuffs and my apparent destitution, his description of what he’d done to me while I was unconscious got me hard. He laughed at my erection. 

‘What do you think you’re gonna do with that thing, eh? You wanna jerk off?’

I nodded, and found my voice finally. ‘Yes please, Sir.’

‘Well, tough shit, faggot. You need my permission to even touch your pathetic excuse for a cock, and you won’t be getting it this side of the turn of the century, boy. The only reason your hands are cuffed in front of you, rather than behind your back, is because you’ll be playing with my nipples while I rape your faggot throat. But that’s all. You’re a faggot pig boy. You exist to be a slave for real men. There is no reason why you should ever need to touch your own cock again, boy. Now, sure, there’s a chance you might cum hands-free while I or anyone else is fucking you, and I guess there’s not really much we can do about that. But we won’t be acknowledging it. We won’t be slowing down, or stopping for you to catch your breath. We will be entirely ignoring the fact that you’ve cum. And we certainly won’t be helping you clean that shit up. In fact, if any of us get even a drop of your dirty faggot cream on us, you’ll be booted in the balls until you throw up, faggot. And once you’ve thrown up, the first phrase out of your pig mouth will be ‘Thank you, SIR.’ Is that crystal fucking clear, boy?’ 

I nodded. ‘Thank you, Sir.’ 

‘Good pig. Now, my cock’s obviously been up your twat, but I haven’t sampled your throat yet, boy. I also haven’t cleaned my cock off since fucking you, either. So let’s kill two birds with one stone, shall we? Open wide and suck me, slut.’

‘But I thought-‘ I began, and instantly received a hard slap. 

‘You must be mistaking me for someone who gives a fuck what you think about anything, cunt boy. The only reason I haven’t had a medical professional come in here and sever your vocal cords is because nothing turns me on more than a faggot begging me to stop while I’m raping him. So, again. Get my dick in your fucking mouth, faggot. Suck it nice and slow and deep. Lick all your pussy juice off my cock. And remember where your hands belong while you’re doing it. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you remain conscious when I breed your cunt later. Again.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I said. ‘Thank you, Sir.’ 

He took hold of my hands, and placed one on each of his nipples. Then he slid his bare cock into my mouth, and then forcefully rammed it into my throat. I gagged instantly. 

‘Yeah, fucking gag on it, boy,’ he said, laughing at me again. ‘I’m gonna train your cunt throat to take every inch of me. This time next week you’ll be a professional cock eater. You’re gonna go to sleep every night with the taste of my spunk in your fucking throat.’

I moaned as he thrusted deeper. 

‘Fuck that’s a sweet and talented mouth, faggot. I can’t wait to start passing you around and charging complete strangers to fuck you. And the less attractive you find them, the better, as far as I’m concerned. You are nothing but a public cunt, and you’ll have absolutely no input as to who gets to use you. Now hold still, boy, and tug on them fucking nipples for me. Sir’s gonna dump his fucking load. Fucking yeah… fuuuucking yeeeeaaaahhh, swallow the fucking lot, you CUNT.’ 

He creamed, grunting loudly as I gratefully swallowed every drop. I wanted to be upset at my new situation, but deep down I knew this was where I belonged, what I needed to be. A cum dump. A pig. A slave. No free will, and no thoughts beyond servicing Sir’s meat. 

As his cock came out of my mouth, I fell to all fours and bowed my head. ‘Thank you for putting this collared faggot in its place, SIR. I hope I can prove worthy of Your attention. I am nothing but a slave. Please, PLEASE treat me like one. Like the cum pig I am, Sir. I promise, I won’t let You down.’ 

‘Good boy,’ he said, and stroked my hair. ‘And you know what’ll happen if you do, don’t you, pig? You’ll beg me to boot your fucking balls off for you.’ 

‘YES, SIR!’ I shout. 

‘Welcome home, faggot. Right where you fucking belong.’ 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Into the Woods (part 4)

And then, just like that, it was Easter.

Rather than me trekking the hundred miles plus change back home, Charles suggested - really insisted - that I spend the two week break with him at his grandparents’ house, so he could show me the town where he grew up. I foresaw all sorts of potential problems with this arrangement, but given that poor Charles had no idea about what had transpired between his grandfather and me a month before, I couldn’t really refuse without just looking fucking rude. So, I went and stayed at his grandparents’. 

And really, nothing happened for almost the whole time I was there. I mean, sure, Mr Berkeley walked around the house without a shirt on for hours on end. If he caught me staring at his big, burly chest, he’d wink suggestively at me and walk away. He’d also mouth words like ‘faggot’ and ‘slut’ at me when no one else was looking. He’d make a point of obviously adjusting his crotch when he was sat facing me across the living room - again, only when no one else was looking. Despite my previous worries, I started to get really hot and bothered over him. 

On the last day of our stay, a Friday, he finally made his move. 

Mrs Berkeley was out for the afternoon with her sister, who lived close by. Charles was in the living room, watching an old Sopranos episode, and I was in the kitchen, doing a couple of dishes after lunch. 

I sensed movement behind me, and heard the kitchen door close. Before I could even glance back, I felt Mr Berkeley’s heavy, solid weight pinning me against the countertop, and his hard cock pressed against my backside. 

‘I’ve been jacking off in the shower all week, boy, thinking about your cunt,’ he murmured, making sure I could feel the bulge in his trousers. ‘Thinking about how I had you screaming for more while me and my mates made a fucking whore out of you on my grandson’s bed. And I know you’ve been thinking about it too, faggot. I think it’s about time I fucked you up the arse again, boy, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Granddad’, I replied automatically. 

‘Good lad. I’ve managed to leave you alone the last couple of weeks, but I’m gonna be breeding your cunt before the end of the day, faggot. That’s non-negotiable. So you’d better start thinking up an airtight reason for the two of us to be alone for a while. And don’t take too long about it either, boy. I’ve got a seven-day load in my nuts, and it belongs up your cunt. Clear?’

‘Yes, Sir.’ 

‘Good pig.’ 

He left the room, and I could feel myself trembling with nervous excitement. It was true I’d been craving Mr Berkeley’s fat cock the whole time we’d been here, and it had been driving me wild not being able to service him. 

About an hour later, I told Charles that I’d had an emergency call from home, and needed to go to the station. I said I might not be back for a few days, just to make things look a bit more believable, and asked him to ask his grandfather if he wouldn’t mind driving me to the station. I sort of thought I might be able to come back with Mr Berkeley in an hour, after he’d fucked me, and pretend the call had been a false alarm. 

And so it was that Charles’s grandfather and I got into his car, and when we were out of the suburbs and into moving traffic, Mr Berkeley took my right hand and placed it over the bulge in his trousers. 

‘Get my cock out, boy. Jack me off. Nice and slow, understand? Don’t you dare make me cum, boy. I know a place we can go, but it’s about another twenty minutes away.’

I firmly grasped his cock, and slowly stroked it, getting him hard. He muttered ‘Oh, fuck yeah, boy’ under his breath a few times, but other than that he basically didn’t acknowledge what I was doing for the duration of the drive. 

Finally, we turned off into a patch of woodland, and parked up in a dense copse of trees. We got out of the car, and Mr Berkeley said, ‘You can take those clothes off, boy. Every stitch. Leave ‘em in a heap over there. You won’t be needing them.’

‘What if someone comes by?’ I asked. 

‘I don’t give a fuck, boy. In fact, I’m counting on it.’

‘I don’t know if I like this’, I said. 

I barely had time to draw breath before he was standing over me, grabbed my balls through my jeans and pulled hard. I yelped, but he kept a firm grip on them. 

‘What did I tell you about following fucking orders, faggot? Eh? You are a subservient, inferior, beta sub faggot, and you’ll do as you’re fucking told. Clothes off. Now. Then, before I fuck you, you’re gonna beg me to boot you in the balls as punishment for your insolence.’

I was still groaning in pain fifteen minutes later when he ordered me to kneel, put my face on the floor and arch my back for him, and then beg him to rape me. When he slid his cock into my cunt, I squeezed my cunt muscles so they were tighter for him and I heard him take a sharp inward breath. 

‘Good boy,’ he said, thrusting deeper. ‘Good fucking boy. Who does your cunt belong to, faggot?’

‘It’s all yours, Granddad,’ I whimpered as he thrusted again. 

‘Fucking right it is, boy. It’s mine to do whatever I want with, isn’t it? Eh?’

‘YES SIR!’ I screamed. ‘You know it is, Sir!’

‘Yeah. I do know. Mine to fuck, mine to breed, to pass around… to sell on.’ 

That cold feeling slowly began to poison my stomach like ink through water. 

‘Guess what else I know, faggot. I know that a good faggot boy is worth about five hundred thousand to the right person. I know that such a person is in this town right now, and he sells faggots to illegal underground sex clubs all over the country. And in fact, I know that that person is gonna be parking his car next to mine over there in about five minutes. You know how I know all that, boy?’

I whimpered as he thrusted up me again. 

‘Because I’ve just sold him your cunt, you slut.’ 

Mr Berkeley grunted, thrusted again, and emptied his nuts up my cunt. As he pulled out, I heard a car approaching. 

‘Right on time, faggot,’ he said. ‘Lick my cock clean for me.’ I hesitated, and he said, ‘Boy, unless you want another steel-toed boot between your fucking nuts, I’d do as you’re fucking told. Suck my cock clean, cunt.’ 

I deep-throated him, and he put one hand on the back of my neck to hold me in place. I heard the car slow down and come to a stop. 

‘Here’s what’s gonna happen now, boy,’ Mr Berkeley said. ‘I’m gonna hand you off to your new Owner. Then I’m going home. On the way, I’m gonna ring five or six of my mates, and tell them to meet me at the house. Then, we’re all gonna go upstairs to Charlie-boy’s bedroom, and we’re gonna rape him until we break the fucking bed. After that? Well. I could certainly do with another five hundred grand, know what I mean?’

Out of the corner of my eye, I could just make out a person getting out of the other car. Mr Berkeley shifted position slightly, and occluded my sight. 

‘Sweet dreams, faggot,’ he said, and I felt a sharp sting in the back of my neck. Then, darkness.

[slowlyhardgoatee]

4.5 Days of Abuse (part 3)

The rest of that week passed in much the same manner. 

Every day, around two in the afternoon, Mr Berkeley and five of his golfing buddies turned up at my house. They’d stay until ten or eleven at night, taking it in turns to cream up my hole and in my mouth, verbally abusing and humiliating me all the while. I remember one of them bent me over and used a pair of cable ties to secure my wrists to my ankles, before belting my arse until I bled. He made me beg him for every lash of the belt, and wouldn’t belt me until I sounded desperate enough.

I was in heaven. 

On the Saturday, the doorbell rang at twelve midday sharp. On answering the door, Mr Berkeley stood on my doorstep, surrounded by not five, but ten of his mates. None of them said a word, but Mr Berkeley picked me up and lifted me over his shoulder. He carried me upstairs, and because there were more of us than usual, he chose his grandson’s bedroom, which was slightly larger. Once they’d stripped me bare, one of them (Bill, I think his name was, but I just called all the men Sir - apart from Mr Berkeley, who ordered me to call him Granddad) produced a bottle full of Viagra pills. He passed them around, and all of the men took one and waited for it to kick in. Then they passed me around as well. The fuck session lasted until well beyond three on the Sunday morning, and I begged for more. 

Charles returned from Birmingham at two on the Sunday afternoon. He had obviously recently been crying, and barely spoke to me at all, instead going straight upstairs to unpack. About fifteen or twenty minutes later, he came downstairs and said, ‘Has everything been alright here this week?’

‘What do you mean?’ I asked. 

‘I dunno,’ he replied. ‘There’s a weird smell in my bedroom, and I can’t think what it might be.’ 

‘Maybe damp?’ I suggested, thinking - I know what it is. That’s how a room smells after your beefy stud of a granddad and ten of his mates passed me around like a two-bit whore on your fucking bed until three this morning. Maybe change your sheets, Charlie-boy. 

As I stared at Charles, I couldn’t help thinking about the cold, dead look that stole across his granddad’s face the first time he fucked me. How he called me Charlie-boy right before he bred my cunt. A sick feeling spread through my stomach as I considered for the first time that my friend might be in real danger. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Apres-Skeet (part 2)

So, here’s how it happened. 

It was a Wednesday afternoon, and I was catching up on some lecture notes I’d been meaning to read through. This was mid-March. Charles had gone down south to see his boyfriend and I was looking forward to having the house all to myself for the rest of the week. 

The doorbell went, followed by hard knocking. I opened it to see Mr Berkeley, Charles’s grandfather, on the front step. ‘Is he in?’ he asked, and barged past me into the living room. ‘I need to speak to him. Need to teach him a thing or two. Charlie? Charlie-boy?’ 

I closed the door. ‘Mr Berkeley - Sir - he’s not here. He’s driving down to Birmingham to see Damian. He only left about a hour ago. Won’t be back until Sunday afternoon.’ 

‘Damian. That fucking faggot’, Mr Berkeley muttered under his breath. Then he looked up at me. ‘Sorry, son. I know some people find that word offensive.’

‘What - fucking?’ I asked, all innocence. 

‘No,’ he said. He looked me in the eye. ‘Faggot.’ 

‘Oh. Well, I don’t find it offensive. You can say it as much as you want.’

‘That a fact?’ Mr Berkeley said. ‘I’ll say it again, then. Faggot.’

I stood there looking at this barrel-chested, hairy, bearded dream of a man and my mind took me back to Mr Harris, pulling my hair and saying in my ear ‘If I ask you a question, the answer is ‘Yes, Sir’. That clear, faggot?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I said aloud. 

‘What?’ Charles’s grandfather asked. 

I blinked myself back to reality. Mr Berkeley was smirking at me. ‘You’re hard, boy.’

‘What?’ I looked down. There was no use trying to deny it. I was pitching a tent down there. 

‘Well, well,’ he said. ‘I think you’d better come over here and get on your knees, boy.’

I dutifully did so. 

‘Good lad,’ he said. He undid his trousers and pulled them down. I instantly started licking and nuzzling his bulge. ‘You want it, faggot?’ 

‘Yes please, Sir,’ I begged.  

‘Yeah? You want it? Old enough to be your fucking granddad, boy, and you’re on your knees begging for my meat.’ 

‘Yes, Sir.’

He took his cock out of his briefs. ‘Suck on it, faggot.’ 

I started with his cock head, licking and sucking at it, getting him good and hard. 

‘Not back until Sunday, you say?’ Charles’s granddad mused. ‘Well. I think there’s a few of my mates who’ll be interested to know there’s a faggot up here alone in the house for four days. Why don’t you go upstairs to your bedroom, boy? Strip, and get on your fucking back. I’ll be up there in five minutes after I’ve given everyone this address.’

A few minutes later, he entered my bedroom. I’d thrown my clothes haphazardly in the corner on the floor and lay naked on my bed on my back, as requested. 

‘Good’, he said when he saw me. ‘Nice to see you can follow orders.’ 

‘Yes, Sir’, I said, but he spoke over me. 

‘Shut the fuck up, faggot. I don’t wanna hear you speak unless I’ve asked you a direct question, is that clear?’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘Good lad. Now, I want your knees next to your ears, boy.’ 

I must have hesitated or something because the next thing I knew, Mr Berkeley had gripped both of my nipples in his hands and was twisting them, hard. I cried out, and then I felt his beard tickle my ear as he spoke. 

‘When I give you an order, faggot, you follow it. Immediately and to the letter. Is that clear?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I whimpered. 

‘Good. Now - knees next to your fucking ears, boy. Now.’ 

I complied. Left knee by my left ear, right knee by my right. My cunt was completely exposed. I watched Charles’s grandfather get into position. He started teasing my hole with his cock head while he spoke.

‘Every day for the rest of this week, faggot, five of my mates are gonna come over here to fuck you. They’ll all be old enough to be your fucking granddad, boy, since that seems to be what you’re into. I’m charging them a tenner each. I’ve always wanted to make some money off a faggot’s hole. Now, I don’t know what you’ve been used to in the past, boy, but for the rest of the week I’m implementing a no condoms, no lube policy. You’re gonna take every inch of every fucking granddad cock, raw and to the fucking bristles. Starting with mine, faggot. Right now.’

‘Thank you, Sir’, I said. 

‘Thank you, what, boy?’

I thought for a second. ‘Thank you, Granddad.’ 

‘Good boy. Ready for Granddad’s cock?’

‘Yes Granddad,’ I replied. 

He thrusted into me, balls deep. 

‘You’re gonna get really used to taking my raw cock, faggot,’ he said, thrusting once more. ‘I’m gonna have you in every position you’ve ever even dreamed of, boy.’

He continued thrusting the full length of his cock into my hole, and I knew he was getting close when he said, ‘Tug on my fucking nipples, faggot.’

I began rubbing his nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and pulling on them. 

‘Harder, pig boy,’ he said, thrusting quicker and deeper into me. ‘My nipples are hard wired to my cock, son. Keep tugging on ‘em like that and you’re gonna find out just how much spunk is in my fucking balls.’ 

I tugged harder still, looked him in the eye and said ‘Yeah, fucking rape my hole please, Granddad.’ 

A subtle and dark change came over his face, and I felt suddenly cold.

‘Yeah, you want it, faggot? Yeah? Want your Granddad’s cream up your cunt, Charlie-boy? Fuuuuuucking take it, you SLUT.’ 

On saying ‘slut’, Mr Berkeley thrusted one more time, grunted, and I felt him spray his load up my cunt. 

‘Thank you, Sir,’ I moaned, and went to kiss him. I received a hard slap in the face for my trouble. 

‘Don’t get it twisted, faggot,’ he said. ‘You’re not here to be kissed and cuddled. As far as you’re concerned, boy, for the next three days you’re nothing but a pair of holes to be fucked.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I said. 

‘Good pig. Now, clean my cock off, boy. When you’ve finished, I want you face down in that pillow, arse up, back arched. Don’t bother trying to clean up or douche out your hole, either. My mates will be here any minute, and I fucking want them to know they’re paying to get my sloppy seconds, boy.’

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Apres-Ski (part 1)

My parents weren’t due back from their trip abroad until January 3rd, and during that week between Christmas and New Year, Mr Harris pretty much moved into their house. 

He fucked and bred me in every room. On the 27th, I don’t think his cock came out of my cunt for longer than it took for one of us to go to the bathroom. I remember screaming ‘Thank you, SIR’ into one of the throw pillows on my parents’ bed while he fucked his fourth load of the day up my cunt (this was barely eleven AM on the 29th), and thinking to myself that I would give anything to make his cock the centre of my world for the rest of my life.

But reality soon reared its ugly head, as it always does, and with spring semester looming on the horizon, we went our separate ways. We did try to make it work for a couple of months, but I was at university about one hundred miles away from where my parents lived, Mr Harris worked on the road - he was a trucker - and he worked such erratic hours that attempting to impose any sort of regular schedule on him was nigh impossible. 

So I moved on. 

My university housemate that year was a nervous, bookish sort of fellow by the name of Charles Berkeley, who came from the next town over. He’d been raised by his grandparents (both his parents had been killed in a skiing accident when Charles was only four), who still lived in the town and were pretty overprotective of him. Seemingly every other weekend they’d find an excuse to stop by the house we shared, usually on some pretext like bringing over a pot roast (which was invariably eaten by me - Charles was vegan) or some clean laundry or something, and would inevitably ‘just do a quick tidy around for you boys’ (though I rather suspect this was a ruse Charles’s grandmother used so she could snoop through his stuff). In general, though, his grandmother was a nice, kind and quiet lady. His grandfather, on the other hand, was not. Mr Berkeley was domineering, controlling… and hot as fuck. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Fake Alphas…

Hi. Look. Pay attention real quick. You’re not an Alpha just because you say you are. Being - BECOMING - an Alpha takes time, effort and work. Just being a loud bossy cunt isn’t the same. I’m speaking as an absolute Beta here, not even gonna front - Alpha is a title you EARN. You earn it through mutual respect, personality, gravitas and hard work. Why the fuck should I do what you say? Who put 20p in you? This isn’t me being a mouthy little bottom, this is me as a whole person asking genuine questions. Who the fuck are you? Ultimately, y’know the person who really decides if you’re Alpha? It’s your beta/sub/bottom. Call ’em what you will. But if they really respect themselves first and foremost (as every good bottom should), they ain’t gonna take any shit. So wise up. Wind your neck in. Be better. Be worthy of the title you want. Otherwise you’re just another toxic ‘top’ no self-respecting beta will touch. And remember - ‘Alpha’ is usually a title bestowed upon you by others. If you’re self-assessing this shit, you’re probably doing it wrong. Peace out. Die mad.

[slowlyhardgoatee]

A friend of my dad’s is sitting in our living room when I come downstairs. 

He’s dressed in a Santa outfit. 

‘Mr Harris?’ I ask, bewildered. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Hey, son,’ he says, winking at me. ‘I know your parents aren’t around for the holidays and I had a spare key, so just wanted to stop in and see how you’re doing. You wanna come over here and tell Santa what you want for Christmas?’ 

I laugh and turn towards the kitchen. ‘No thanks, I’m 21. I think I’m a little old for Father Christmas, don’t you?’

‘Suit yourself,’ he says, and stands up and stretches. I hadn’t really noticed until now, but the suit is half unbuttoned, and I can see his big, hairy, powerful chest straining against it as he stretches. 

He catches me staring and I blush. 

‘Hehe,’ he chuckles. ‘You sure you don’t wanna come sit up on my knee, son?’ 

I hesitate. My mouth is dry. Secretly, I’ve had a crush on my dad’s friend for years but I never thought anything would ever come of it. 

‘At least tell me which list to put you on,’ he says as I walk slowly back toward him. 

‘List?’

He pulls me down onto his lap. ‘Naughty or nice’, he says. 

Firmly holding me on his lap, he slowly starts to bounce me up and down on his knee. 

‘N-naughty’, I stammer, looking into his eyes.

‘Yeah?’ He murmurs in my ear. ‘You been a naughty boy, have you, eh?’

‘Yes, Sir’, I choke out. I suddenly realise I’m rock hard. 

‘And what do you think naughty boys should get?’

He’s still moving his knee up and down so that I have to put my hand on his chest to steady myself. 

‘A spanking,’ I reply without thinking. 

He laughs, another dry, dirty chuckle. ‘Yeah? Over my knee for a good hiding, is that it, boy? I think we can do better than that. I think,’ he murmurs into my ear again, ‘bad boys like you need a good hard fuck. What do you say to that?’

I whimper a little as his hand strays towards my crotch. As he caresses the bulge in my jeans he says, ‘Oh, I don’t think you need to say anything at all.’ 

He orders me to strip and get on all fours. I hear the sound of a belt buckle coming undone behind me, and he says, ‘You ready for my cock, faggot?’

I nod imperceptibly. Before I know it, I feel his full weight on top of me and he gets a fistful of my hair and pulls gently, forcing me to arch my back. Again he speaks, low, into my ear. ‘When I ask you a question, boy, the answer is ‘Yes, Sir’. Is that clear, faggot?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I reply instantly. 

‘Good’. Then the weight shifts slightly, and that’s when I feel his thick, hard cock resting in the cleft of my arse. ‘Now, why don’t you tell me where you want my cock, boy? Nice and loud.’

‘Deep up my faggot cunt, please, SIR!’ I shout. 

‘Yeah? That where you want it, boy?’ 

‘Yes please, Sir.’

‘Yeah? Bareback?’

‘YES SIR!’ I am trembling with anticipation.

‘Good boy. Here it fucking comes.’ 

He slides into my cunt, balls deep. ‘Thank you SIR!’ I scream. 

‘God, I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a couple of years now, son. Been biding my time. And now, here we are. Christ, that’s a tight cunt. You’re a virgin, ain’t’cha boy?’

‘Yes Sir,’ I reply, feeling him thrust into my hole. 

He chuckles again. ‘Yeah, just my fuckin’ type. Dirty whore.’ 

He keeps going, holding onto my hips and thrusting hard. Several minutes pass, during which he keeps pulling my hair to keep my back arched so he can thrust deeper into my cunt. 

‘You ready for me to flood your fucking guts for you, faggot?’ 

‘Yes Sir’, I reply, whimpering in pleasure.

‘Good, because I’m about three thrusts from breeding your cunt.’

I feel him thrust twice, and then he pulls out. I wait a second, then turn my head to look at him behind me. He’s breathing heavily, that gorgeous furry chest rising and falling.

‘What’s the matter?’ I ask. 

He looks me right in the eyes. ‘Beg for it, faggot. Beg me to breed that hole.’

I catch on quickly. ‘Please, Sir,’ I beg, giving him my best fuck-me eyes, ‘please dump that load up my faggot cunt. I need that fucking seed please Sir. Spunk in my fucking guts. Fucking knock me up, please Sir.’

He grabs hold of my hips and thrusts into my cunt, balls deep. As he thrusts, I tense and squeeze my arse muscles so I’m extra tight for him. 

‘Oh, you dirty little slut’, he mutters as he realises what I’ve done. And then, ‘FFFFFUUUUUUUUCK’, he shouts, and I feel him shoot his load deep in my arse. He thrusts a time or two more, just enough so he knows every last drop is dumped up my cunt, and then I feel him get off me. 

‘Thank you, Sir’, I say. He sits down on the chair again and pulls me onto his lap. 

‘We can’t tell your parents about this, boy. Not yet, at least. Understand?’

We’re kissing, deep and passionately. ‘Yes Sir,’ I reply. ‘Anything you say.’

‘So, have you learned your lesson, boy? You gonna be a good boy from now on?’

I smile cheekily at him, before saying ‘No. If anything, I’m gonna be as bad as possible.’ I reposition myself on his knee so I can duck my mouth down to his right nipple, which I start licking, sucking and lightly biting.

‘Then I guess I’ll have to keep fucking you, boy. Once a week at least, until - careful, boy. You’re going the right way for another good hard fuck.’

‘Mmm-hmm’, I murmur, my mouth still working his nipple while my hands explore that big, hairy chest. I slide off his knee, release his nipple from my mouth and say, ‘I’m counting on it.’ Then I kiss my way down his body until I’m kneeling in front of him. 

I look up. ‘The next load of cream you shoot is gonna be right down the back of my faggot throat, Sir. All over my fucking tonsils. I’ll swallow it all.’ 

‘Good boy,’ he says, and I feel his hands on the back of my neck, ensuring I won’t be going anywhere for a while. I open my mouth, and deep throat his thick cock. My hands instantly go to tug on his nipples while he fucks my throat. ‘Good fucking boy.’ 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Something’s going in your mouth, boy. 

It’s either my cock or my cigar ash. It’s up to you. You’ve got about 10 seconds starting now to make the decision, or I’ll make it for you. And believe me, faggot, if I have to make it for you, it’ll be both. I’ll have you blowing me while I’m smoking until I nut all over your tonsils, and then I’ll drop my stogie ash on your tongue. Then, just for good measure I’ll piss in your fucking mouth. 

Time’s up, boy. Guess I’ll be doing all three then, since you’ve not said a word. Get over here and open wide. Good boy. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

So, this is the first day in your new home. 

There will be a few ground rules, so if you could- wait, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Did you just try and kiss me, boy? 

Alright, I’m gonna spell this out so it’s crystal fucking clear for you. I know we’ve been chatting for weeks on Scruff, but we are not ‘together’. We are not boyfriends. I do not love you. I will not be calling you sweetheart, or honey, or baby, or any other stupid pet names. 

You are here to serve and suffer. You are here to be used and abused by men. You are a faggot, and that’s what faggots are for. Understand? The names I have for you will be many and varied, and will include things like Boy, Faggot, Cunt, Slut, Slave, Pig and Whore. And as far as you’re concerned from now on, my name is Sir. Is that clear? Good cunt. 

Now, like I was saying, you’re here to be used and abused. You will be expected to do exactly as you are told by me and anyone else I bring round here to fuck you. If you think you’re gonna have a problem with complying or instantly following orders, or if you hesitate when we give you an order, I have absolutely no problem with draining every single one of your bank accounts dry and then selling you into prostitution. Don’t get it twisted, boy. You’re a fuck slave. A cum dump. Nothing but a couple of holes to be raped. Raw. Now, are you gonna have a problem with that, faggot? What was that? ‘No, Sir’? Good boy. 

Why don’t you strip off for me, boy? Nice and slow. That’s it. Yeah, you cock-teasing little slut. Hehe. I don’t know what you’re hard for, boy. We’ll both be fully ignoring your pathetic excuse for a cock for the duration of your stay here. In fact, get over here, faggot. Ah- what did I say about hesitation? Get over here now. Good. Over my fucking knee, boy. Let me see what I’m gonna be breeding in a few minutes. Fuck that’s a high, tight arse. Ready to get spanked, faggot? Yeah? ‘Yes, Sir’, was that? Yeah. Spanked, fingered and fucked, boy, that’s what you’re getting. 

One… two… three… what do you say when I’m spanking you, boy? That’s right - ‘Thank you, SIR’ every time I spank you. Yeah, you ready to get good and fucked, boy? Ready for Sir to put a chastity cage around your pointless cock, faggot? Yeah? Good pig. Stand up and turn around, boy. Bend over and grab your ankles. That’s a good slave. There. Feel Sir’s fat cock, boy? It’s going right up your cunt now, slut. Bareback. Fuuuuck yeah, boy, wave goodbye to that tight hole. Eight inches of meat stuffed up your cunt. Beg me to stop as much as you want, pig. I’m not pulling out until I’ve creamed. And believe me, faggot, I can go for hours. After I’ve bred you, I’ll be ringing a few of my mates. See how many of them fancy coming round here tonight for a good hard gang fuck. Fucking break you right in, faggot. And there won’t be a condom in sight. Sound good, boy? Yeah, course it fucking does, you slag. Hold still, faggot. Sir’s gonna breed that cunt for you. Flood your fucking hole, boy. Here it fucking comes… FUUUUCK YEEEAAH BOY, TAKE THAT FUUUUUCKING LOAD YOU SLUT. Good boy. Go and clean yourself up while I make a few calls. When you get back in here I’ll let you lick my cock clean while we wait for my mates to arrive. Then we’ll have you in a sling in the basement until everyone’s raped a couple of loads each up that faggot cunt. Treat you like the slut you are. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

 Well, well. Look what we’ve got here.Y’know, I was just thinking to myself earlier that I really need to get a new breed pig, and now I stumble across you. You’re trying to find the cruising ground that’s in these woods, ain’t’cha boy? Don’t act the innocent with me, son. Look at yourself. Those skin-tight jeans, a mesh tank top with the word MEAT on it, and - wait, is that a harness under that top? Yes it is. Yeah, you’re looking to get good and fucked. Well, it’s your lucky day, faggot. Like I said, I’m looking for a new full-time breed pig, and I think you’ll do just fine. You over eighteen? Yeah? How about some I.D.? Hmmm, turned eighteen just a few days ago. Excellent. Yeah, I’ll take you up to the cruising ground. I’m 65 years old, boy, and I don’t mind telling you I’ve popped a good few fags’ cherries up there, and there is nothing that turns me on more than being balls deep up a boy’s hole knowing I’m old enough to be his fucking granddad. Especially if he’s just been begging me to fuck him. So here’s what’s gonna happen, faggot. We’ll go up the cruising ground, where I’ll have you face down on the floor with your back arched and arse up, begging for my cock in front of everyone there. Then I’m gonna have you screaming ‘Thank you, Granddad’ every time I thrust up your faggot cunt. After I’ve finished breeding you, I’ll let you lick your own cherry off my cock before you beg me to pass you around. Sound good, boy? Yeah, course it fucking does, you slut. First things first, though. I’m already good and hard. I think I need a blow job before we go anywhere. There. That’s the cock that’s gonna be running your fucking life for the foreseeable future. Well go on then, faggot. Eat it. That’s it, boy, deep throat. Yeah, fucking gag on it, cunt. Oh, gooood booooy. Fuck yeah, faggot, you’ve been wanting to do that for a while, ain’t’cha? Yeah. Well, here comes your reward, boy - my cum. Here it comes… FUCK. Yeah, fucking swallow it, boy. Good pig. Get really used to the taste of my spunk, boy, because it’s all you’ll be eating for a good while. Ah - don’t pull off just yet. Here. Consider this part two of your reward - it’s a collar. It goes around your neck, just like… that. And locks in place like… that. Good boy. Now you can pull off from my cock. Look up at me. This is the key for your collar. As long as you’re wearing that collar, you’re my property. My breed pig. My slave. It only comes off when I release you, and can only be unlocked with this key. There are no copies. Understand? Good boy. And - there. Oops. Looks like I snapped the key. Heh. Oh well. What a shame. Welcome to your new life as a slave. Clean my cock off for me, and don’t you fucking dare touch your own, pig. Then we’ll go up the cruising ground and see about me and any other fat old men there taking your fucking virginity for you. Get you good and barebacked by some granddads, boy. That’s right. No condoms or lube will be used at any time. I want you to feel every inch of every fucking granddad cock that gets shoved up your cunt, and know that this is your life from now on - as a bareback fuck slave for fat old bears. Come on. Off we go. Good pig. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

‘You delivering or collecting? Collecting? Alright, just park up right here.

What’s on your collection report? Let’s see… you’re here to get three eight-inch props and a pump? Yeah, we can help you with that. Turn the ignition off and step down from the cab, son. I’ll get my yard foreman down here in a few with everything you’re gonna need. 

Hey, aren’t you Stevie Hamilton’s kid? …Nephew, sorry. Yeah, I thought I recognised you. You were working in his yard a couple years back, right, fixing his trucks and stuff? I remember. You must be what, eighteen or nineteen now? …Eighteen last week? Happy birthday, haha. So, your uncle got you working for him full time now? Good. 

Listen, you hang out here for a second, let me just make a quick call up to the foreman. 

Yeah, Bill? Listen, I got Stevie Hamilton’s nephew here… yeah, that’s the one. …Yeah, I know, hehe. Listen, he’s here to get three eight-inch props and a good pump. …Yeah, exactly. You and the guys come on down here, will you? Oh, and Bill - I think you’d better bring some paperwork. …Yeah. Alright, see you in a few. 

Well, they’ll be down here in a minute, son. There’ll be some paperwork for you to sign, then we’ll get you good and loaded. Sound good? Alright. Trust me, son, the trucking life may be hard to start with, but the next year of your life is gonna be educational, intense and informative, and you’ll come out the other side with a few marks and bruises, but you’ll learn to love it. 

Here comes Bill with your paperwork, anyway. Derek and John will be along in a moment, and then you’ll get your eight-inch props and a pump. Just sign here… and here… and here. Great. That copy goes back to your uncle, and the rest we keep on file here. 

And here come John and Derek. Why don’t you open up the back of your truck and climb up inside, son? That’s it. And we’ll all come in with you. 

Now, let’s just take a second, shall we? I said I recognised you from a couple years back, and I did. I distinctly remember you because you couldn’t keep your eyes off me and Bill, and I actually caught you playing with yourself when you thought I wasn’t looking at you. You like big, older men, don’t you boy? Yeah. Well, this paperwork you’ve signed is… heh, it’s a contract of indentured servitude. You didn’t even read it, did you? 

Let’s read it together, shall we? It says, ‘I, the undersigned, solemnly and completely give myself in servitude to these witnesses here present, for no less than one year, starting from today’s date. Any and all pay I was due to receive for my employment will still be paid to my account, on the understanding that said funds are solely and explicitly used to purchase goods which will enhance my servitude’ - so we’re talking dildos, ball gags, riding crops, a sling, Vaseline, paddles, leather harnesses, rope, blindfolds and nipple clamps, boy. That’s just to start with - ‘and I willingly accept my place as my Superiors’ fuck toy.’ 

So, there you have it, boy. Now. You’re gonna strip, nice and slowly. Really put on a fucking show for the four blokes that are gonna be owning and controlling your holes for the next year. You asked for three eight-inch props, boy. Well, Derek, John and Bill are all ex-rugby players - you’ll see for yourself in a minute where the eight inches comes into it. 

Good boy, everything off. Now bend over, and grab your ankles. Hold still while Derek and Bill tie your wrists to your ankles with their belts… good boy. 

Now it’s time to take my cock. No condom, no lube. Ready, faggot? Oh, FUCK yeah that’s a tight cunt. You’re a virgin, ain’t ya, boy? Yeah? Not any more you’re fucking not. Get that fucking cock up there, faggot. Yeah, fucking ride it, you slut. Good boy. Wrists tied to your fucking ankles, taking a fat fucking granddad cock like the faggot slut you really are. And just think, boy. We’ve got full ownership of your cunt for at least the next year. Think of all the cock and cum you’re gonna be taking. Yeah, you like the sound of that, boy? What was that? Did you just say ‘Yes, Sir?’ Fuck yeah, boy, I like an inferior faggot who really knows his place. 

Hold on, boy, here comes my fucking nut. Here it comes, faggot, you ready…? Yeah, beg for Sir’s nut up your faggot cunt, boy, here it fuuuuuucking comes, you SLUT. FUCK. You diiiiirty fucking faggot. 

Right. I’ll let Derek, John and Bill gang-breed you now, boy. I’ll be back in thirty minutes, and I’ll have both my big hairy arms greased up from fingertips to elbows. I’m gonna spend the rest of the afternoon turning you into a fucking fist pig, faggot. By closing time, you’ll be begging for my fist. 

In the meantime, fellas, rape this faggot good and hard. You know he needs it. Make sure you eight-inch props give him a fucking good pump. After all, it’s what he’s fucking here for.’

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Welcome, son. 

I guess you’re here to interview for that position under Colin, am I right? Good. Well, I’m Colin. Morning. Sorry for the mess in here, plus I’m not really dressed for an interview, but… never mind. Can you just confirm your birthday for me? …October 5th? And your CV says you were born in 2004 - so, you’re just 19? Alright. Good. 

Well I’ll be honest, son, the interview process is really just a formality. I’m gonna ask you a couple of questions but ultimately, it’s the practical assessment I’m interested in. 

You have experience in the care industry, I see. Was that full-time? You know this position is live-in? I’ll need you on hand 24/7. You’re ok with that? Alright. 

No family? They kicked you out for being gay, you say? And it says here you’re an inveterate people-pleaser? Excellent. 

Well, that about does it for the questions. Now for the practical assessment. Like I said, my name is Colin, but there was actually a typo in your interview package. Your position is actually under my colon. Yeah, that’s right, boy. That’s the practical assessment - how long you can rim, suck on and tongue my arsehole in a single sitting without coming up for air. 

Let’s get started, shall we? Strip. Leave your undies on, though. You won’t be touching your own cock at any point anyway, and I’m not interested in seeing it. 

Don’t give me that disgusted look, boy. I thought you were a people-pleaser? Doesn’t sound like you’ve got anywhere else you can go, does it? No. Strip, and get on your fucking back. 

Oh, you’re wearing a jock? Nice. Saves me having to rip the back of your undies open when it’s time to breed your cunt. 

If you’re looking around for a rim seat, you’ll be looking a long time. I ain’t got one. I’m just gonna be sitting right on your face, boy. Now, on your back. Tongue out. Good lad. I’ve cleaned up back there this time, but as you get more familiar with my arsehole, I’ll have you cleaning it for me. I’ll be using your tongue as my fucking toilet paper, boy. Here we go…

That’s it, faggot, get that tongue right in there. Fuck yeah, good boy. Keep going. Breathe in my fucking sweaty musk, fag. Good. You’ve passed the practical assessment, boy. You start straight away, as a live-in slave. 

I didn’t say stop, faggot. This is where you belong now - French kissing a fat old man’s sweaty arsehole while he’s sat on your face. Haha - and you’re fucking tenting your jock over it, boy. Yeah, you fucking love it, you dirty little slut. Old enough to be your fucking granddad, boy, and you’re pitching a tent over eating my arsehole. 

Well, I think that’s what I’ll have you calling me from now on, boy. You want my cock in you, boy? Yeah? You want my fucking granddad cock, faggot? Lick my arsehole once for ‘Yes’, twice for ‘Granddad’. Good fucking boy. 

Here, let me stand up. Kneel in front of me, boy. I wanna hear you beg for it. The next sentence I wanna hear you say is ‘Rape my faggot throat please, Granddad’. 

Good lad. Open wide, slave. Yeah, get Granddad’s fat fucking meat pipe in that throat. All the way down, boy. Oh, fuck yeah. Dirty faggot. Gag on it. Good boy. 

Oh- I heard that moan, boy. I think you’re ready to get fucked, aren’t you? Eh? Stand up, turn round and bend over for me. Fucking hell, look at that tight twat. I’ll be opening that right up, boy. You ready, faggot? Yeah? Here comes my meat. 

Fuuuuuck yeah, boy, take that fucking granddad cock good and deep. Slave. I’m gonna be raping your twat as many times a day as I want, faggot. Always bareback. That’s right, slut, you’ll be taking my cream in every hole you’ve got, every day. If I cream in your mouth, you swallow it all and beg for more. That clear? Good. 

Hold still, boy. I’m close. God, I’m so fuuucking close, faggot. You ready to take Granddad’s cream up that slave cunt, boy? Yeah? Beg for it, slut. Oh, FUCK. Goooood fucking boy. Now lick my cock clean like a good slave. Fuck yeah. Oh I didn’t say stand back up, faggot. No, you belong on your knees from now on, boy. At all times, unless I tell you otherwise. In the morning I’m getting a delivery. It’s a little gift for you, boy. A cock cage, slave collar and a butt plug for when I’m working. Then I think I’m gonna take you round all the gay bars on a fucking lead, boy. Have everyone watch how you beg for my dick like a dog. 

In the meantime, faggot, I need to take a leak. Stay on your knees and open that fucking mouth. I want you to swallow the fucking lot, boy. If you spill a drop, I’ll have you over my fucking knee for a good hard belting. In fact, faggot, I think I’ll be doing that anyway. Keep still, boy. Here comes Granddad’s piss. 

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Y’know, son, your dad and I go way back. 

Worked together from right around the time you were born, and you guys moved in down the street not long after. We’ve been drinking buddies ever since. I got him through it when your mother left, got him laid again, got him working again, got him off the alcohol. So, when he said he wanted some help with you, I didn’t hesitate. 

‘Bill’, he says to me a few weeks back, ‘Bill, I don’t know what to do. Johnny turns 18 in a week and I need your help.’ Turns out he’d spied you masturbating and was surprised because you were jacking off to daddy porn - with a pair of his undies stuffed in your mouth. 

‘Bill’, Mick says, ‘I need you to get Johnny out of the house. Have him go and stay with you for a couple weeks at least, please. If he turns eighteen under my roof, Bill,’ he says to me, ‘his birthday present’s gonna be a can of beer and then my beer can cock up his arse.’ 

So that’s why we arranged to have you stay here for a while. It was nothing to do with your dad having COVID or anything - he just didn’t want to have that temptation around. And, to be honest, I can see what he means. You’ve got a high, tight arse, son. And perfect dick-sucking lips. In fact, hell, I’ve been putting this off for a couple weeks at this point, but I think it’s time that bill was paid. Pass me my phone, son. I’m gonna film this next bit. See, I said to your dad, ‘Well, what do I get out of all this’, you know? And he said I could demand the use of your holes - both or either of them - at any point I chose after your eighteenth birthday, on the condition that I filmed it and sent it to him so he could jerk out a load over it. Son, it’s not been lost on me that you’ve been bugging your eyes out every time you’ve seen me without a shirt on or wearing a jock in the last couple weeks. That’s why I’ve been doing it. You’ve been biting your lip, desperate to suck me off, haven’t you, boy? Yeah. Well like I said, the bill comes due. 

Knees, faggot. Now. Good boy. 

Here’s what’s gonna happen, son. You’re gonna beg to suck my fat cock, and I mean you’re gonna sound fucking desperate. And you’re gonna call me Daddy while you’re begging. Then I’m gonna film you going to town on my dick, and after I’ve creamed, I’m gonna send the video to your dad.

So, you wanna suck Daddy’s big dick, son? Yeah? What was that, boy? ‘Please fuck my faggot mouth, Daddy’? Good boy. You know your place, don’t you, son? Yeah - on your knees begging for your Daddy’s dick. Go on then, boy. Get it in your mouth. All the way down, faggot. Slobber all over that meat. That’s the fucking stuff, boy, just like that. I want your nose buried in my fucking pubes, faggot. Go on, gag on that cock. Slut.

Fucking hell, Mick, I’ve gotta tell you, your son’s throat and mouth might be the sweetest I’ve ever had my cock in. It’s like I’m thrusting into silk. And he knows just how to deep throat a cock. Look up at the camera, boy. Yeah, let your dad see what a dirty cocksucking little faggot you are for big, hairy daddy bears. 

Good boy. You want your dad’s meat up your arse, don’t you, boy? There’ll be plenty of time for that, believe me. You ain’t going anywhere, faggot. For now, though, I need to shoot. Hands up on Daddy’s big hairy chest, boy. Run your fingers through that fucking rug. Good boy. You like that, don’t you, eh? Yeah. Maybe when I finally get around to raping your arse, I’ll let you bury your face in it while I cream up that cunt. 

In the meantime, boy, get tugging Daddy’s nipples. Harder. Harder, faggot. Fuck yeah. Feel my hands on the back of your head there, son? That’s the signal I’m taking full control of this blowjob, boy. I’m gonna fuck your face for you. I’m gonna thrust to the back of your throat and when I nut, it’ll be all over your fucking tonsils. You’ll have no choice but to swallow it all. 

Mick, I’m about to cum in your faggot son’s mouth. When I’ve finished, I’m pressing Send on this video, and I’m gonna give you half an hour to watch it, jack off and then get over here. 

You ready, faggot? Here comes Daddy’s load, you cunt. Oh, oh fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCK YEAH, YOU DIRTY LITTLE SLUT. FUCK. 

Open your mouth, boy. Yeah, just to prove you’ve swallowed the fucking lot like the whore you are. Good boy. See you in 30 minutes, Mick.

And that’s it sent, faggot. Now get under that rim seat over there. When your dad gets here, I want him to hear you fucking begging to rim and tongue my sweaty arsehole. Then after I’ve had a little talk with him, I’m gonna have him begging me to turn you into my collared slave and rape a load up your virgin cunt right in front of him. Show him what he’s never gonna get to fuck. I’ve seen your dad’s hard drive, and if he doesn’t want the police to see it too, he’ll do whatever he’s told. I’ll be inviting him round here every Saturday night to watch me and my mates gang raping your cunt, boy. And if he’s lucky, I’ll let him lick your pussy juice off my cock when we’ve finished. That’s as close as he’s ever gonna get to fucking your twat. Now get under that seat on your back, bitch. Tongue out, and start French kissing my arsehole like a good slut. Fuck yeah, boy. Right where you fucking belong.