Sinclair Society: Part 4
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Where were we? Ah, yes...
I was choking on the 19 year-old slave's giant cylinder of a cock. Slave Bobby was clearly in a state of shock. Like me, this was the last thing he expected when he was walked into a this room on his hands and knees like a dog. Now he was standing up straight, leaning back, and moaning while I worked il his cock like the magician I am. He's never had a blowjob like this. Not even when he was the football player pretending to be straight back in Texas, and all those teenage cheerleaders were lining up to blow him. He has never felt like this in his life.
Meanwhile Mr. Wolfe is just laughing. He couldn't possibly be enjoying this more. He's loving this more than when I drink his piss. Or all the times I've sucked hai cock and swallowed his cum. That was all nothing compared to this.
"Look at you, pathetic faggot bitch. You love that big teen cock don't you!?!" He says as he laughs. "Choke on it, faggot!"
He grabs me by my hair and shoves my face down on that cock. I do choke. Tears run down my eyes. I can feel the stubble of whats left of the boy's blonde pubes brushing harshly against my cheeks, his big swinging balls slam into my chin.
Mr. Wolfe smacks the boy on his pale bare ass.
"Come on, you can do much better than that, son. Fuck. His. Mouth!"
He grabs my head and the boy's ass and slams them together. I gag loudly and spit up a little bit, which makes Mr. Wolfe laugh louder. He pulls the boy's eight inches out of my mouth and takes it in his hand, slapping it wetly all over my face.
"Beg for it Faggot!"
"Please Sir, I need it back in my mouth!"
Wolfe laughs again. "We know you do, bitch. You were born to have big cocks in those little DSLs. Beg again!"
"Please, please Sir!!"
"Slave! Pump it into his mouth! Come on. Show me how you do it to all those little cheerleading Lolitas."
The slaveboy grabs my head and thrusts, almost totally choking me out. I wonder if I am going to pass out. But soon, I hear him moan and he unloads a massive wave of boycum all over my face and in my eyes. Wolfe wiped it all over my face and shoves fingers full of it into my mouth.
"Suck, bitch. Clean it up."
I do as I'm told.
Wolfe pulls on the boy's leash and he sinks back to his knees.
"You've had your fun, slave. Now get back down on the floor where you belong."
The boy nods and lowers himself further. Wolfe wastes no time walking over and totally manhandling the boy, snapping the cock cage back over the slave's shrinking cock. He pulls his leash tight until the boy is staring up at him attentively.
"Aren't you going to thank me slave?"
"Yes. I am. Thank you, Sir."
He laughs and turns his attention back to me. I am still on my knees. My eyes bloodshot from tears and cum. Some of the boy's teen load now drying on my face.
"Aren't you going to thank me?"
My eyes sink down to the floor. "Thank you, Sir."
He slaps my face hard.
"You don't seem thankful enough!" he says. "Do you know how many old queens and washed up gays would kill to suck a juicy teen cock that big?"
"But I'm not old or washed..."
He smacks me again. "Shut the fuck up, faggot, and just thank me."
"Thank you, Sir."
At that moment the heavy locks on the doors clicked open and the door swung open. I could barely believe my eyes. Was I really seeing what I thought I was seeing?
No way.
But yes. Through the cum and tears I was looking at Master.
He was in the room. With us. Right now. Unexpectedly.
Nothing like this had ever happened.
I immediately sprung into position.
Master liked for us not only to be on our knees whenever he entered but to be down lower to the ground. Like we were on a prayer rug and he was God.
I motioned to Slave Bobby quietly to get with the program and he immediately picked up on it and copied my position.
I was terrified.
"What do we have here?" Master said, casually.
Wolfe chuckled and said "Just playing with your fags."
Master nodded. He ignored me completely and focused all of his attention on the new meat. Slave Bobby.
"I just had to pop in. The whole Sinclair Society is whispering about the new slave."
"Yes Sir..." I interjected. "I recruited him but today is his first day. He has had none of the required training. Usually new slaves spend weeks or even months preparing to greet you, Sir..."
"SILENCE FAGGOT."
Master's deep, booming alpha voice sent shivers down my spine.
He picked up Slave Bobby's face by his chin. He was clearly pleased. Even a bit mesmerized by Bobby's undeniable beauty. His handsomeness. His fresh faced blond perfection.
"I'm horny right now!" Master boomed.
"Yes, but Sir, he has not been trained."
"Well, you pathetic sniveling little bitch . We're gonna train him right now. "
He looked the boy in the eyes. "Do you want to suck your new Master's cock?"
I can't believe what the boy said in response.
"No, Sir," I don't want to suck it.
I was like a volcano of anger rumbled up from the deepest part of Master's body.
"WHAT!?!?" Master bellowed.
"I want to WORSHIP it, Sir."
Now, just as quickly, Master erupted in laughter. Wolfe even gave him a high five.
"You've got a keeper, there," Wolfe said.
I instantly felt waves of jealousy throughout my body. I could not believe this boy was in this position on DAY ONE. In many ways in years and years of service I had never experienced treatment from Master quite like this. I felt sick with jealousy.
But then Master looked at me, focusing on me for the first time.
"You brought me the most beautiful recruit yet," he said to me.
And my face blushed red with pride.
"Now," Master said. "Train him to worship this cock properly."
He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his massive Master cock.
I went from jealous to prideful to hornier than I have ever been in less than a minute.
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