FIVE
So where were we? Oh yes. I'm on my knees, sucking Danny's pre-cum from the head of his rock hard dick through his underpants. "That's real good, Gavin. I think you got all my precum. So I'll tell you what: I'm gonna let you take my underpants off and uncover what you've been dreaming about for years now. That's right, boy. I'm going to let you see my hardon bounce up in the air and all the nice blonde hair around it and my balls. I'm gonna let you bury your face in it all . I'm gonna let you rub your face up and down the length of my cock."
I treat all these things he's saying as if they're direct orders. So I just do whatever it is he says.
"Good job, boy. Now, let your face go down between my legs and kiss and sniff my balls. . . . Lick them, faggot. You like my balls, boy?"
I grunt my assent. He continues: I guess a queer would always like the balls of the guys he sucks off. . . . That's real good, boy. . . . . Now, why don't you lick your way all the way up my dick all the way to the tip. . . Good. Show how much you like my cock before you get to suck it. Make me know how much you like worshipping my cock like you are. . . . . oh, Gavin, my own personal queer boy, the boy who's going to swallow my entire cook and make it feel so good whenever i want him to. My personal queer to take care of my cock whenever I want."
"Should I get naked too, Danny?"
"No. I want you to keep your worn-out underpants on. I want to keep you this way all weekend."
"Not sure but can I ask why?"
"Makes you look like you're just some servant boy here to do whatever I want you to do. After all, Gavin, you tasted what comes out the end of my dick before. Even servants don't have to do things like that. I should probably keep you naked but I don't want to see your dick and balls all hairy. Hmmm . . . maybe I'll get them shaved. Then I'll keep you naked."
"What if your father or your brothers pop over some time and see me naked like that? Would you want them to wonder why I'm like that?"
"Listen, Daddy knows you're a faggot. He knows why exactly why you're here."
Another shock. He told his father? And he knows why I'm here? Why the hell am I here?
"Danny, I'm not sure I know why I'm here. Sorry for objecting, but this is all getting really weird."
"What could be weirder than you wiping the pre-cum off the head of my dick then putting it in your mouth and swallowing it? Sure it's weird. Most guys my age would never want to have a faggot like you drooling over their hard cocks, or even actually sleep with you in their bed. But I like you, Gavin. You know that."
"sounds like you like me as a servant."
"Sure I do. But it's more than that, boy. You're one of my favorite people. Sure I've had other buddies of mine spend time here, but guess what? I always put them in separate rooms. No one's ever been here in the cottage with me. You're the first one ever."
I guess I should be honored and dammit, to my shame, yes, I am honored. Even if he's keeping me in my underpants. Even if he decides to keep me naked. Whatever he wants. That's all. Danny wants me like this so this is how I'm gonna be.
"So now, I am going to n lie back with my hands behind my back and my eyes closed. You can take care of me any way you want, faggot. I'm not gonna tell you what to do. You show me what you want to do to me, how you want to pay me your best respect and honor me. Show me that you agree to be my personal queer faggot boi."
Wow again. And that's exactly what happens.
Right away I go down on his cock. First thing. I suckle the tip the way I already know he likes, and then I start fucking my mouth on his dick. I've been practicing this for a long time now. I even managed to get something in the shape of a dick to practice with. So anyway, I can't go down all the way but I can get most of it down my throat. Man, this is amazing. Even better than I thought it would. This is DANNY's DICK! In my mouth, and I keep diving down on it, trying to force myself to go all the way but I can't manage it without starting to gag. So I do as much as I can until I feel something: Danny's put his hand on the back of my head and the next time I go down, he holds me there even though he knows I'm choking a little.
"Come on, faggot! Take it all!" He lets me back off and catch my breath a bit but then pushes my head right back down on him and I feel like I might even vomit when he holds me down there and I can't breathe, and can't choke but it feels like I'm being strangled from the inside. He doesn't hold me there too long. As soon as he lets go, I spring up all the way off it and there are lines of phlegm stretching from the end of his cock to mine. "One more time, pup," he says, and without a thought I actually take him back in my mouth and sure enough, he holds me all the way down even longer until I'm trying to fight him off. When he lets me to I spring all the way up choking. He opens his eyes and watches me and just waits until I can manage to put myself together.
"You did good, Gavin. I'm proud of you. I'm proud that you want me so much that you choke on it."
He looks up at me and sees the tears in my eyes. "Oh, baby, you're actually crying for me. I can see. Lean over here. Let me wipe those tears away for you, baby."
And he does. And that makes it all worth it, but I just hope he doesn't make me choke on him anymore tonight.
"Okay, queer boy. There's a lot more of me for you to pay attention to down there. Rub your face in my pubes so you can dry the tears from your cheeks, then lick all around, everywhere you wanna go. Make sure you get my balls in your mouth too, just one at a time."
With that he lies back again, hands behind head, eyes shut, moaning and every now and then whispering a "good boy," to me.
Just as I'm starting to get tired of doing anything at all, he stops me and sits up. He puts his hands on my shoulders. "You sweat up a storm, boy. Go take a quick shower like a good boy. Get the sweat off you and start smelling nice for me now." And with that he raps me on the ass. "Go!"
I jump off the bed and go to the bathroom to do what he told me to do. Of course. As soon as I turn off the water and open the shower curtain, Danny is standing there holding up a large bath towel which he throws over my head and dries my hair. Then he wraps the towel around me. "Nice. You smell nice now, boi." And with that, he dries me off himself, sniffing me almost lovingly, but I know that somehow I'm going to end up paying for this special treatment for sure.
"I want you to understand that obedience brings rewards just as surely as disobedience brings punishment. If you're a good boy for me, I'll take very good care of you, Gavin. I always will. You need to depend on that so you feel safe enough to surrender yourself and not, what did you say earlier, "commit the sin of pride?" When you and I are alone together, boy, pride is not something that becomes you. As a matter of fact, that pride can get you into an awful lot of trouble, believe me. Never forget that you're my personal cocksucker now. In a little while, you're gonna have my cum in your mouth and then you're gonna swallow it down. All of it. Just like a cum-hungry faggot."
"I've never done that before," I dare say.
"But you've had a lot of practice today, boy. All that pre-cum, it's just a little bit more watery. Cum is smooth and thick and delicious to a boy like you, I'm sure. Haven't you ever tasted you own, boy?"
"no, Sir, I never have."
"Well then you'll be getting your first taste of cum tonight, Gavin. My cum, that is. And when I cum in your mouth I want you to roll it all around with your tongue and really get used to the feel of it and the taste of it. Then I'll have you open your mouth so I can see all my cum in your mouth and then, when I tell you to, you'll swallow it all right down your queer throat and it will be best thing you've ever swallowed in addition to my cock itself. That's what you're here for. Even my Daddy knows you'll be drinking my cum a lot this weekend. He was actually surprised that I hadn't already started you off blowing me when we were still in school. I told him all good things were worth waiting for and I wanted you to swallow my cum for the first time when you were on your knees in my very own bedroom with Goofy, and Pluto, and Donald and all my other friends looking on."
With that he turns around and starts pissing in the toilet. I go to leave. "No. Stay here. Watch me piss."
I have no idea why he's making a big deal out of this, but after everything else he said to me just now, it seems to follow that he'd want me to do this too. Little did I know what would happen before the summer was over. But enough foreboding.
When we went into the bedroom Danny had me kneel on the floor again while he stood over me. He made me lick his balls and put them in my mouth again because that seemed to get him hard the quickest. And then he put his hand on the back of my neck and ordered me to "open your faggot cocksucking mouth," and started to fuck my face—that's the only way I could describe it. He had his hand on my neck keeping me from backing away from him. He shoved his cock into my mouth all the way, just like the times he did it before, but then backed off quickly.
"Tighten your mouth, Gavin. Jerk me off with that faggot mouth of yours, boi." And he was the one who determined how much of his dick would get into my mouth and how much he would . . .um . . .well, fuck me until all of a sudden he started groaning loudly. "Here it comes, faggot! Your first taste of my cum. Take it, boy. Don't forget what I told you to do. OH SHIT! Take it, Gavin. Take my cum into your mouth. Take your reward, boy."
It was kind of bitter but I didn't care at all. I have never been so turned on in my entire life and this whole day will go down as the biggest turn-on day of my entire life while my Danny conquered me and turned me into his slut. Slave, actually, although that word kind of scared me because it really seemed to me like that was what was happening. Danny was training me to be his slave. While I was rolling his yucky cum in my mouth the way he ordered me to, I started wondering how long it would be before he actually started calling me that. And do you know what? It was perfectly okay with me. In fact, I realized something that I should have realized a long, long time ago. I want to be his slave. No matter what that might mean.
Before he ordered me to swallow his load, Danny took his hand and placed it on the front of my throat. "I want to feel my cum going down your throat. I want the proof that you've actually swallowed me like the faggot you are. Now swallow, boy!"
And I did. And as soon as I was finished, he slapped my face a few times. "that's what happens to faggot like you, Gavin. You get slapped around by the men your service. You're lucky it's only me, Gavin. It would be tough if a whole bunch of guys stood around hitting you because you're a faggot. But I'll never let that happen to you, boy. don't you worry yourself about that. I'll only allow what I think is good for you and what I think you're ready for. So far, I've been right on the mark, haven't I? Have I made you do anything you weren't really ready to do for me, boy? Tell me truth, now."
"No, Danny. I've been ready. I never thought I was, but something keeps happening and I find myself doing things I never thought I'd even want to do. But it's for you and that makes all the difference."
This time he puts his hand to my face again but doesn't slap me. Instead, he caresses my face and then pukes his thumb into my mouth again, not roughly, but very gently. "That was real good, Gavin. My first blowjob. It felt so fucking good, you have no idea. I hope you can appreciate what I did for you tonight, boy, helping you be able to give your first blowjob to the guy you've been obsessing about for years now. And it was just the right time, Gavin. Perfect time. I knew it was time. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."
The biggest surprise of all came after that. He pulled the duvet off his bed and then pulled back the covers and gestured for me to get in under the sheets. Then he got in alongside of me and took me in his arms. We fell asleep not long after that, him on his back, my laying on him, my head on his chest, his hands stroking the back of my head and circles on my back. I fell asleep that way and would soon discover that when I was alone all I had to do was think of what it was like tonight and I'd automatically fall right asleep. Danny was owning me and I knew it even if I didn't have the exact words to put to the experience. But now I know. That first night, that first time I ever fell asleep with Danny's cum in my stomach, that was the beginning. I would never be free. Danny would always own me.
When we wake up the next morning, he makes me roll over and starts humping my ass with his hard dick. I'm afraid he might try to rape me but no. He throws off the covers and makes me blow him again, only this time he lets me do it at my own pace. He makes interesting noises but doesn't say anything. It's too early in the day to start talking.
He cums a lot more than I expected and this time I just swallow it down. "Lick me clean now, baby. All over. That was a special breakfast for you." He giggles. Then, "You're heard of "Breakfast of champions," right? Well this is "breakfast of cocksuckers." I'm giving you your vitamins for the day, boy."
I'm hard again, and I didn't get to cum last night so I'm really horny. I started stroking myself while I was blowing Danny, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me from doing it. "After you get me off you can go in the bathroom and jerk yourself off, boy. In private. I don't want to see it. But then come right back her to thank for letting you jerk off. You'll get to piss after that."
WTF??? Fucking thank him for LETTING ME jerk off? But then when I start doing it, all of a sudden I realize how humiliating this is to have to come in here and jerk off by myself after I just swallowed down his entire load of cum for the second time already? And now I should think that he's LETTINGE me do this to myself in private. And then he's also going to let me piss when he decides it's the right time? WTF WTF WTF!!! Dammit! Why does this have me so turned on that I start to cum just from thinking about all this, like he decides when I get to masturbate and even when I get to relieve myself. Dammit. Why am I responding like this? I mean, yeah, I'm crazy about Danny and always have been but still, surrendering to his wishes this much?
Now, dear reader, don't forget that things were a lot different back then and it's highly likely that Gavin or Danny have ever read the types of things that are common these days. They didn't have access to any of the information we take for granted now. Danny was pretty much making all of this up on his own—which goes to prove, maybe, that these kinds of things are with some of us, probably the guys who end u becoming Doms in one way or another and the guys who are really meant to be subs. Most of what's happening to him is unheard of. Sure. The boy's a natural born sub—but that concept wasn't around back then. So what we're witnessing here is the slow gradual process of discovery that the boy is gong through. Danny is taking the boy's virginity in a great many different ways and Gavin, being Gavin, is going to be taken to place he never imagined could even exist.
In fact, it's already happening. Gavin uses a piece of toilet paper to wipe off the head of his dick and then washes his load from his hands, because that's where he spilled it. He's actually tempted to taste it to compare it with Danny's, but he doesn't go through with it. Not this time. He wonders how soon it will be that Danny makes him eat his own . . . . yes, indeed, he shudders with what's going on, and with how he's allowing Danny to do this to him. It's like Danny's turning him into some kind of slave, and yes: he wants to be Danny's slave.
He leaves the bathroom and goes back to the bed. Danny's in his usual pose, arms behind his head and propped up a bit. When Gavin gets to the bed, Danny motions to the floor. Gavin sighs then kneels. "Yes? Is there something you want to tell me, faggot?"
"Yes, Sir. I just wanted to say thank you to you for letting me go jerk myself off just now."
"You've very welcome, my queer little boy. But I want you to understand that from now on you need permission to do it. I bet you've already thought this was going to happen, haven't you, Gavin?"
"Yes, Danny. I understand I need your permission to jerk off and cum. Yes, Sir, I figured this would be happening.
"that's because you are what you are and boys like you give up a lot of their personal freedom to the Alphas he worships. One thing at a time, Gavin. Being barefoot. Servicing my cock whenever I demand it, or any other part of my body as well. Needing permission for things, for very personal things. Made to walk around in your underpants just because I want you to. All of this is happening, Gavin, because it's the right way for me to take care of you. I said it before, boy: I own you now. Get those words in your mind: I own you, Gavin. You're my faggot, my cocksucker, my obedient boy. What did I tell you, boy? Let me hear you say the words."
Fuck! "You own me, Sir. I'm your faggot, your cocksucker, your obedient boy." The tears started up before I began to speak. Now they're flowing down my cheeks. I bow my head and one of the drips down onto the floor. "Look at me. I like seeing you in tears. It means I'm really getting to you. It means you've realized what kind of faggot you are. A faggot owned by an Alpha."
Alpha. Where the fuck did this word come from? Sure, I know what it is. But a man being an Alpha?
"Danny, please explain what an Alpha is?"
"Easy answer, boy. An Alpha is what I am to you. Powerful. Totally in charge. Ruler. Master."
Ulp! How much longer will it be before he calls me his slave? And why am I letting him take possession of me. Damn, I remember back in summer camp. I think it was after 9th grade. That guy Bobby Cohen. Always looking out for me. Always keeping the bullies away.
Then one day when I was taking something out of my trunk, he comes by and stands behind me. No one else is around in the dorm. It's late. He pushed me down head-first into my trunk. "You know, Gavvy (that's what he called me and I loved it when he did), it's customary to pay some kind of tribute to the ones who keep you safe. It doesn't have to be money. It could be some kind of service." Then he helped me stand up again and gave me that smile that always drives me crazy.
I shrug it off, but the next day, same time, he comes by again. "So what is your tribute to me going to be, Gavvy? What will you do for me?" I'd been thinking about it. I could jerk him off, but there's nothing special about that any more. I have my answer ready. "Um, I could give you a back rub or something? Do something else to help you feel good—besides the usual thing---or a neck rub . . ."
". . . or how about a foot rub? Wash my stinky feet clean then give each foot a nice two-handed massage. there's a pail in the bathroom fill it with warm soapy water. I'll come in and you wash the stink off my feet then dry them. We'll come back in here and I'll lie down and you go to town on my feet, one at a time. I'll let you know when I think you've done a good enough job."
Why is my dick growing in response to that? "Um sure, Bobby. When?" "Now. Let's go."
And that was the first thing I ever did to Bobby as my own virginal way of servicing this guy who I guess was like a young Alpha to me back then. That was only a few years ago. Nothing has changed except now the true Alpha in my life is Danny and bit by bit he's making more and more of a claim over me and I'm scared sometimes, pissed off a little, eager, turned-on, fighting him away then regretting it so much I have trouble sleeping at night. Now, of course, it's sexual in a different way then back at summer camp. At camp there wasn't ever a Master/slave dynamic between the guy getting jerked off and the guy who was doing it to him, probably me. It was just naughty fun. And the guys I did it for were really nice to me all the time because of it. Danny isn't always nice to me, but I just take it. And take it. And take it. And now, he's telling me I need permission to go take a fucking piss! Yes, Sir!
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