Daddy Faggot Slave Part 14
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That weekend, I almost became a jack of spades. Not that I don't love taking BBC, but I wasn't the one that got a spade symbol branded into my cheek that weekend. It was an exceptional weekend of great sex for me and I witnessing the pain and breaking of Ian. I was content and thankful as we drove back from Memphis. Of course I was on my knees with my face at Master Son Jeff's crotch.
Back in my little town, my life fell into a normal pattern. Normal for a cum addicted whore slave. I got up early every workday to drive over to Jack's. He always wanted the same thing from me, dark room, totally anon destruction of my hole. I'd strip inside his front door, assume the fag position on his bed with my hole packed with as much lube as it could hold. Jack keeps me popered up so I'm flying through and loving the first part of the fuck. Jack always started out rough and got rougher as he got close to nutting. Slamming 10.5" of thick cock into me in one push. Twist and turn his giant stir stick inside me till my hole was wallowed out and gaping. Once he had made my hole an open target, pull out completely then slam it back in balls deep. This is Jack's favorite part, and his cock goes blue steel hard and rigid. When he gets this hard, he bottoms out in me and I can't take it. I instinctively try to move away from the cock causing pain. He is much bigger and stronger than me, so trying to get away is a waste of time. He just fucks me harder till I'm on my belly with my hands pinned above my head. I know I'm not supposed to say a word when I'm here, but I can't help it when the pain is strong.
"DUDE, PLEASE ! EASY EASY PLEASE !!!"
"Shut the fuck up bitch. Take it. Take my cock. You want my nut, take it"
At this point in our everyday routine, he puts his hand on the back of my neck and presses my face into the mattress, almost suffocating me. During the last part of every session, I'm genuinely begging him to stop and genuinely trying to get away. He is raping my ass and he knows it, he loves it. It makes him nut big and hard. Feeling him unload in me makes it all worthwhile. I go to work with my guts coated with cum and my muscle ring stretched out.
Work is like my normal everyday life before Master Son Jeff made me his fag daddy slave. Sometimes when I'm busy, I can forget that I am a cumdump slave. Well, not quite. I do notice masculine men in a different way. When I see a confident mechanic, operator, engineer, I can't help but glance at their crotches and wonder about what they are packing, what would it be like to blow them. Yea, I'm all business on the outside and cum slut on the inside.
Sometimes my brother-in-law, Master Jess, orders me to meet him for lunch. When he says lunch, he means driving around the back roads. He eats a burger and fries and I suck his cock. I have an hour for lunch, and Master Jess usually feeds me twice. I get thick fat rich liquid protein while he eats a fat rich protein packed burger. Balances perfectly. On the days that Master Jess does not meet me for lunch, I go to the company gym rather than eat. Master Son Jeff wants his fag daddy to get more buff, so he can charge men more to use me.
After work, I start my second job, servicing men for money. Once or twice a week Master Son Jeff has me set-up to meet a client at a local hotel or any place the client wants. Once I serviced an older hippy type at a rest stop south of town. Guy was reliving the glory days of cruising parks and rest areas. He fucked me on top of a picnic table just out of sight of the highway. Our town has a small truckstop. I was fucked in a truck sleeper on two occasions. A fantasy come true for a fagot like me. A real man using me to get off then I get out.
The salesman from chapter 9 is a regular customer. I enjoyed being his whore least of all. The degradation is just what I deserved, but the pain is always too much. He likes bondage, CBT, whipping me with a belt, and painful fucks. Very verbal guy. He thinks I'm a worthless whore made for his entertainment, and he tells me so. Once he went too far for Master Jeff. The guy whipped my ass hard enough to leave two big bruises on my ass, Master has rules, leaving marks on his property is a big no. The guy did not get barred though, just had to tone it down. The salesman's idea of toning it down was to spread the pain around. Belt whipping my legs and back instead of just on my ass. Pulling on my nuts and tits like he was trying to rip them off of me. The worst was when he belt whipped the bottom of my feet. Even if he bruised the bottom of my feet, it would not show. Once I was tied face down spread eagle when he fucked me with only enough spit lube to wedge the tip of his cock head inside. An almost completely dry fuck. Ultimate tight friction for him and pain for me. I ached from my cunt lips to the length of his dick. When it got uncomfortable for him, he'd spit on my pussy. I would have begged for his load, but I had a ball gag in my mouth. He added another layer of pain by twisting my tits hard.
"Every time I twist them and make you whimper, you cunt clamps down and milks my meat. You're made to take dick and milk the cum out of real men. You want me to breed your pussy? Too bad."
He pulled out and shot his load on the side of my face.
"Going to the bar for a while, don't go anywhere"
Like I could go anywhere tied to the bed. I was alone for maybe 20 minutes when I heard the door open. I figured my client was back for round two, but I was wrong.
"Bill said he had a kinky rent whore to use. I figured he meant a chic. Fuck it I'm horny and your pussy will do. He said you like it real hard and rough. You got it bitch"
I never saw the man and can't tell you anything about him except his cock was big and his dick was wet with precum when he pushed into me. Another painful almost dry fuck. He shot his load into my hair. Three more anon men fucked me over the next couple of hours. I started to get into it. My ass must have made its own lube to mix with the men's precum and spit. The salesman fucked me a 2nd time before letting me go. "You have fun cum whore? The bartender, front desk clerk and two guys I meet in the bar fucked your worthless hole. I think your pussy is even better than the first time. Sore cunt muscles work harder for cum. I'm going to make your pussy ache every time I rent you. Your pussy says you love it."
With that he bred me and threw me out like a cum rag.
The weeknights that Master Son Jeff does not have clients for me are the best. Those nights I work sucking Master Jess's customers. Jess told his sister we were doing a home improvement project at his place that would take weeks. We did build something together, we built the nicest glory hole box I have ever seen. A 3x4 foot box with a large oval padded glory hole. The padding is covered in real black leather. Master Jess even put in a padded kneeling rail for my comfort. There is a slit next to the glory hole for my tip money, $5 to $20 per blow job. Master Son Jeff helped with the GH too. He supplies the disco soundtrack that pounds in my earbuds when I'm sucking cock, and he supplies the little pills that relax me. Master Jess lives very close to Lyons college, so there are always horny young men close by. Barely legal young men away from home and their girls, so much high testosterone cum bottled up in all those blue nuts. Master Jess seems to know everyone. A seemingly endless supply of ivy league horny young men with money to burn on booze, weed, and a fag in a box. I remember what Master Jess said the first time he put me in the box.
"Make every man feel like a KING. Use your right hand to massage their balls while your face pussy rides their cocks. Your only purpose tonight is being a cumdump, and you're going to enjoy it. Use your left hand to finger fuck your ass pussy. Both pussies fucked all night long. Fag daddy heaven."
Every night when I crawl into my box, I'm it with the smell of the dried fag drool, precum, and cum on the floor That is not the only smell, the box reeks of ball sweat, testosterone and musk. Every day is stronger. I huff the scent. I get Master's little pills, but what really gets me high are the pheromones, musk. The music really put me in a trance. I'm just a warm wet sucking hole. Gay disco blocks out all other sound. No light except for the dim light coming in the glory hole. When a cock comes through the hole, it is the center of my little world and nothing matters except pleasuring the cock. I fuck my face to the beat of the music, and my tongue never stops moving on the cocks. A fast steady fuck rhythm that makes the cum erupt too soon, but the cum is so fucking good and so much cum. Almost every dick rewards me with a mouthful of thick sticky jizz. I keep sucking and fucking my face while the cum shoots. I suck to the very last drop unless the man takes his cock away. When I'm waiting for the next cock to come through the hole, I unconsciously mumble shit like:
"Live for cock... My true purpose ... All I'm good for ... just a cock sleeve ... what I'm made for ... Live for cum ... just a cum hole"
Master Son Jeff must have added some training hidden under the disco beat. Master Son Jeff is making me the best fag daddy I can be, and I want it so much. I get three to four hours in the fag box and get to service 4 or 5 cocks per hour shooting teenager size loads, that works out to about 250-300 ml of pure thick liquid protein. Fuck, that is about 2000 calories of man cream. No wonder I lost weight and put on muscle. I was living mostly on cum, a cocksucker keto diet. The joke about gays being cum vampires was almost true for me, and I craved cum like a vampire needs blood. As soon as I made one dick cum, I needed another and another. The first few nights my jaw was sore, but Master Jess still had to pull me out of the box or I would have kept sucking. I needed more, alway needed more cum.
On the weekends, I keep working. From St Louis to Memphis and from Little Rock to Nashville, I go where my Masters tell me and whore for whoever they say. There is a lot of demand for an almost no limit nympho fag daddy. I'm not a GQ model, but my servitude is attractive to many real men. I don't just work in big cities either. I'm a rent-a-slave in college towns too, Fayetteville, Oxford, Rolla. A surprising number of college men have daddy issues and dick whipping my face and hearing me beg for their cocks seems to help with all the issues. I play whatever role they want, the coach that cut them from the team, the professor that gave them a C, and of course their real Dads. In a darkened room on my knees, I look like every daddy that deserves humiliation and to be fucked. Masters Jeff and Jess actually get paid to "make" me do this shit, but every time I kneel before a new young temporary paying master, I need and want their cocks and cum more.
I get into it every time I'm sold. I crave Jack's BBC every morning. I need all the cocks that are feed to me at the GH, and I love being a rent-a-whore on the weekends, but what I need most, crave, love, and can't live without, is being a fag daddy at Master Son Jeff's "ranch" It is the kind of ranch with a dozen or more studs and only one bitch in heat, me. The only time my Masters lets me out of chastity and I get to cum is when I'm tied up at the ranch and can't reach my dick. My dick does not matter anymore, my hole makes me cum. My hole is my sex organ now, and about once a month, random anon men gang bang my pussy and make me cum hands free. Master Son Jeff taught me how to cum faster and harder. I relax my cunt muscles when a man is driving into me, but clamp down tight when he is in me balls deep. Literally try to suck the juice from his balls when he is on the back stroke. Doing this milks my prostate with his dick and is automatic for me now. A cock to suck or a musky ripe ass to eat helps me get off too. One quick fuck is almost never enough to get me over the edge. I need another cock pounding my hole as soon as the first unloads. If my mouth is not being used, I'm begging for more cock.
When the weekend starts, my balls are packed with a month's worth cum, so my brain is already high on backed up hormones. Master Son Jeff adds to the high with weed and pills he calls "faggots-little-helper". I have no inhibitions or impulse control when he gets me high. I say or do anything to get the cum fucked out of me. My only limits on the ranch weekends are Master Son Jeff's limits. He controls me and referees the guests to keep me from crossing hard lines and keep me safe. Master Son Jeff's hard lines are way out there, so almost anything goes that does not physically damage me.
The guests are mostly high or drunk or both. They know what I'm here for and what they paid for, so they act out their darker wilder impulses. The place is fairly dark, I don't usually see who is fucking me, and it does not matter to me at the time. I was made to service men, any men and all men. I'm always restrained in some way, tied in a sling, tied to a bench, bent over and tied to a log, riding cock with my hands tied behind me, strapped to an Andrews cross tied, or spread eagle tied to a cabin bed.
On Friday night, I'm so backed up I can cum after just four or five good fucks. Ridding the edge of orgasm for 30 minutes or more is heaven and torture. I am just an animal in heat. Working my cunt muscles as hard as I can. If the Tops are verbal I cum faster. Hearing a real man call me a slut and saying he's going to breed me helps me get off. When my fag clit finally spews, I cum so hard, jizz hits and covers my face and hair and chest. Only a backed up bottom knows the mind numbing ecstasy of getting a 30 day load fucked out of you. Time seems to stand still and the cum flows forever. Nothing and I mean nothing is as addictive as the high, pleasure, and ecstasy of when I'm cumming hands free and releasing a 30 day load.
But it is not enough. I need more as soon as I stop cumming. When my mouth isn't full, I beg as desperate as any junkie. Do anything for my next fix, for the cocks that can fuck me and give me my next orgasm. Most Fridays, I get another before the men have drained their own balls and are done with me, but I have to work harder for it and edge myself for hours. Beg to be dildo or vibrator fucked when a real hard dick is not in me. I get even more slutty and verbal. To finally get over the finish line to another mind bending orgasm, I go off into my own world and imagine the men using me are men from my fantasies, the men I have lusted for and jacked off thinking about since I was eight. Sometimes I say what I'm thinking out loud and call out the names of my secret crushes. No one seems to care because I'm a great verbal bottom slut when I'm like this, and my cunt is the best sucking sex toy when I'm screaming and cumming.
I service the customers during the day Saturday too, but the party does not really get started again till after dark. A few of the same men are there and a lot of new men join in. Of course I'm still a horny cumdump, and love the feel of cocks in my ass and cum coating my guts, but sucking myself to faggasm is extremely hard on the 2nd day. I need cocks toys, verbal abuse and my nastiest fantasies to get there. I need either a huge cock pounding me or DP of both. A fat vibrator and a big real cock can bring me to one last huge cum and is awesome for the Top too. But what always works, what I almost always resort to is DPing myself on two big cocks as I relive my first and weekend as a fag daddy when I came hands free as my real son Glen, his friends, and uncle double fucked me. It is sick, I know. Riding two cocks with my hands cuffed. Imagining and wishing the dicks in me were Glen's and his room mate Lance's. Glen was a natural Top. He knew just how to use his big dick to hurt me or to make me cum. I'm a low life perv for loving it, but his dick was too good and his dominant personality too natural. My real son was made to use fags like me. Lance was a natural Top too with an evil imagination and verbal as hell. I wanted my real son Glen and all his friends to fuck and use me for a cumdump. Reliving the time my son dominated and fucked me always took me to one last crazed orgasm as I was double fucked by anon cocks.
The ride home on Sunday was like the walk of shame. My nuts were empty, my body and mind were spent, and I had the post-nut sanity to understand what I had done this weekend and what I had become. I swallowed and went ATM on at least a dozen more anon strangers and I came while they used me for a cum rag. I had cum hands free with two cocks in my ass dreaming and lusting for my own real son's dick and cum ! In the light of day, that is fucking low life and sick. Nobody forced me. I relived the night Glen and his friends fucked me by choice. My choice because lusting for my real son, for him dominating and sharing me gets me off when nothing else will. Did I call out Glen's name? I'm not sure. Did anyone who knows Glen fuck me and see my face? What about men that know me? I usually don't see Tops faces unless they want me to, but camera flashes and lights in my eyes let me know lots of men take pics and videos of me. Even if no one sees my face, I'm verbal as hell, did anyone recognize my voice? Master Son Jeff invited my brother-in-law and my real son to his ranch the very first weekend, so he would definitely invite others who know me. For a few hours I was sane and ashamed, and worried, but by Monday morning, I was a horny cum junkie and the next load was the only thing that mattered. That was my life for months. To be honest I fucking loved it 99% of the time. My only regret was I didn't have Masters like Jeff and Jess sooner. Being a shameless fag daddy can't be a secret forever, and my life took another turn before the holidays. Master Son Jeff was not done remaking my life yet.