SOUTHERN SUBMISSIVE (AUTHORITARIAN, HUMIL: T/T, M/T) BY: MOORE
Part 8
Chapter XIII
I got home just before sunrise. Lottie was drinking coffee as I staggered into the kitchen, naked and reeking from the dried semen caked on my body and oozing out of my ass. With nothing more than a slightly raised eyebrow, she poured me a cup and pushed out a chair. I shook my head and told her that I preferred to stand. No need to explain to Lottie that my ass was sore, she knows I'm a fag. She knows I suck dick. She knows my asshole is pussy. She knows I'm unable to resist the command of any man who wants to use me for his pleasure. I took a sip of the hot coffee and said, "About 40," when she asked, "How many?"
I finished my coffee and left her sitting there to take a bath and grab a couple of hours sleep before hitting the road. I've serviced forty guys before without feeling so worn out, maybe I was getting old. Eighteen years old and washed up as a cocksucker. It hit me while I was soaking in the tub and enjoying the rush of warm water in and out of my wide open asshole. My mouth was fine, it was my memory that was going. Yeah, I did forty guys at the roadside honky tonk Slim and Whitey took me to after the prom...after sucking off most of the guys in my high school graduation class. No wonder I was so beat. My mouth had been used by, I had sucked off, more than one hundred cocks in the past eight hours or so. I could only guess at the number of times I'd been fucked.
I set my alarm, lubed the ten inch dildo I keep on my night table just in case I get horny during the night, and climbed into bed. I closed my eyes, thinking that my best days as a slave boy faggot cocksucker lay ahead and looking forward to my trip around the country. Maybe I'll delay college for a year. See more of the country, New York City, work for a while.
Jefferson, wake up Jefferson. I heard a voice call out in my dream. I was walking along a sandy beach and came upon a group of men. Strangers, but they greeted me warmly as though they were expecting me. I sat among them, unmoving, hands reached out to touch me. "Please don't," I said softly as my clothes were removed and left on the sand to blow away in the afternoon breeze. Their eyes gazed with lust upon my naked, vulnerable form. Jefferson, Jefferson, I heard again as each man presented his erect organ to be kissed by my quivering lips. "I'm not, I can't, please, not in my mouth, please don't make me a cocksucker," I wailed to deaf ears. Silky fluid oozed forth from the tip of each pulsating organ as it passed across my lips, probing, searching, waiting for the opening to appear. "Please, please no," I cried as hands gently grasped my penis, cradled my testicles and fingers pushed against the pink pucker of my anus.
I felt my resistance washing away on the rising tide of frenzied excitement racing throughout my body and the wind whispering in my ears, suck, suck, suck and the disembodied voice calling Jefferson, wake up Jefferson. "Please, please yes," I moaned as I lay back and spread my legs open and gazed up at the faces of all the men gathered around me. "I am, I can, please, in my mouth." No one moved. "Please let me suck, oh please let me suck your cocks."
I put my hands behind my already wide spread knees and rocked back to expose my hole as one man mounted my ass while another mounted my face. I could see the big hard prick, dripping with precum, hanging in front of my face, but couldn't feel it plunge deep into my open mouth. I couldn't see the dick between my legs, but I could feel it rubbing up and down in my crack, feel it lubricating my asshole with precum and feel the pressure as it spread the lips of my boy cunt and thrust hard and balls deep into my bowels.
The sandy beach, the naked men around me, the dick in my mouth disappeared, as I blinked my eyes open. Half awake, I felt the presence and the weight of a body on top of mine, between my legs, and the friction of hard flesh sawing in and out of my asshole. As my sleepy eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw the head of a pink prick pointing at my face and then I felt it pass between my lips and enter my mouth. I sucked it gently, tasting the sweet precum on my tongue, and, after a moment, realized it was my prick being forced down my throat. I was sucking my own cock...and I was being fucked.
This was no dream, not any longer. I was in my own room, in my own bed. A real man was between my legs. A real man was fucking me, thrusting his dick into me, and pressing down on me, pushing my own cock into my own mouth. His hands were on the back of my head, impaling me, gagging me on my own dick as it jammed into my throat.
"Suck it faggot," he growled in my ear. "Suck your own prick while I fuck your boy cunt. Take it all. Gag on it. Balls too." I felt my orgasm approaching as my balls stopped bouncing off my face and snuggled up against my lower lip.
"Kiss 'em, dickhead, kiss your own balls, lick those nuts. Stick out that cum loving tongue and lick your balls, slut, lick your balls like a dog."
I kissed and licked my shaved nuts until spit was dripping. Then, unbelievably, my cock and my balls got stuffed in my mouth.
Over the past five years, eight years if you count the time my twin cousins ejaculated into my mouth, I've sucked hundreds, thousands of cocks. Gallons of fresh hot semen, directly from the balls attached to the dick I was sucking, have been pumped into my faggot mouth. I've licked up spent cum, including my own, from various male and female body parts, from bathroom and shower walls and floors. I've sucked cum out of stained jock straps and underwear and used condoms. Guys have made lick their nuts, stuff them in my mouth, made me beg, grovel at their feet, degrade and humiliate myself in dozens of ways. No matter what guys make me do, no matter how I feel about it at first, in the end I have no choice but to do what I'm told to satisfy the slavish and submissive tendencies I was born with.
It seemed somehow unnatural, not human, but more animal like, the most degrading and humiliating act I had ever committed...sucking my own cock, licking my own balls like a dog and ejaculating into my own mouth. Although I've dreamed about it often and tried to get my prick into my mouth, it's physically impossible. Ah, but now I realized that sucking my own dick, eating my own balls, cumming in my own mouth, humiliated as I felt, was a dream, a cocksucker's dream come true.
We came together in a double gusher of body warming cum. The pulsing cock buried deep in my ass expanded and heated my bowels with a flood of hot semen. The cock plugging my mouth seared my throat, washed my throat, with huge spurts of spunk. The intensity of my orgasm was magnified knowing that I was emptying the steamy contents of my very own balls, recycling my own salty semen, back into my own body. I labored to breath through my nose as my body shook with the raw pleasure of this unique experience. I felt like a complete slut, a total pig, as my softening, sperm oozing, cock and smoothly shaved balls nestled comfortably in my mouth.
Warm piss was splashing on face before I realized that he was no longer mounted on top of me, inside my boy pussy, no longer pressing down on my body. "That's piss, faggot, my piss, in case you can't smell it," he said. "Makes you want to piss too, doesn't it? Do it, pig, do it. Back off a bit, spit out your nuts, and fill your toilet bowl mouth with piss."
I did have to piss, morning piss, and the masterful tone in his voice left no doubt as to where I was going to do it. My back must have stretched or something because I was easily able to let my balls drop out of my mouth and control how much cock I kept inside. Whatever teeny tiny shred of dignity I had left was surely washed away, along with the semen still sticky in my throat, with the first swallow of my own urine. Once the flow started I had to swallow like mad to keep from choking to death. His laughter filled my ears as the last drops of my urine filled my mouth and belly.
I lay quietly for a moment, drained of semen and urine, and nursed on my dick. Why not, I thought, reaching for the dildo on my night table. Fuck myself with ten inches of latex while I suck myself off and swallow another load of my cum. I gave myself one terrific blow job, lots of tongue and throat action, while giving myself a good hard fucking. I licked my balls some, just because I could do it, and spurt a tasty load of sweet and sour boy cream into my faggot cocksucker mouth. I saved the last spurt for my face to show the man in my bedroom just how slutty I could be. His laughter was interrupted by a call from below.
"Is he up yet, Bruce? Have him come down to say goodbye or we'll miss our plane."
"Your daddy wants you, cocksucker," the man named Bruce said as he slapped my bottom. "Get your dick out of your mouth and your faggot ass in the bathroom. Wash the cum off your face, and be quick about it. Me and your daddy got a plane to catch for Thailand. The boys in Bangkok, Asian boys, so young, so smooth and so available, are waiting."
I uncoiled my body and sat on the edge of the bed. Boys in Bangkok, my first gay magazine, long time ago.
"You don't remember me, do you?" He said from the doorway. "Bruce Barclay. Long time ago. You were just a little boy then. Maybe this'll refresh your memory."
Bruce Barclay, of course, my father's friend from college. I smiled at him as he came back into the room and knelt before me. My very first blow, right here in this room. "I remember, Mr. Barclay, you sucked my cock."
"That's right, boy, your first blow job. Now you're all grown up, a high school graduate, and a faggot. Does your father know he's got a faggot cocksucker for a son?"
"No, sir. At least I don't think so." Œ"You can tell him, you know. He'll still love you. Maybe let you suck his cock. I've been sucking his dick, taking it up my ass, since we roomed together at college, and we're still best friends."
Tell my father I'm a fag? Tell him I suck dick and take it up the ass, put out like a cheap whore for any cock that wants to use me? Suck my father's cock? "Jeez, I don't think so, Mr. Barclay. I'd be too embarrassed."
"Not too embarrassed to have FAG and GAY BOY tattooed on your body I see. Jefferson, listen to me, fag to fag. Tell your dad you're a fag before he finds out from somebody else. You can't hide it forever."
"Well, maybe. I'll think about it."
"How many cocks do you suck each day? How many guys fuck you? No, don't bother to answer. I know the answer...as many as you can get, and it's never enough. Fags like us will do anything, and I mean anything, for dick. I had a boy in Chicago, a black boy, with the biggest cock I've ever seen and the creamiest, sweetest semen I've ever tasted. I paid money, a lot of money, to suck that boy's cock. I begged out loud and groveled, naked, on my knees, in front of that black boy, in front of his mother. I degraded, humiliated myself, worse than you can imagine, to get that boy's cock and cum inside my body. One time his mother sent me outside stark naked. Hundreds of people on that busy street. Men, women and children, watching, laughing at me, as I got on my knees and sucked off a gang of black teenagers. Rich old white guy, naked and on his knees, sucking young black dick. The crowd loved it, cheered each time one of their own creamed my cocksucking mouth or spurt all over my face and, to tell the truth, so did I. My cock was like stone the whole time."
Barclay's story got me hot and hard, eager to suck his dick. I leaned over to see if he was hard and froze when my prick brushed against my lips. "Impressive," Barclay said as I stuck out my tongue and licked around the head of my cock. "Years ago I saw a young man do what you're doing at a gay nightclub in Denmark, just leaned over and licked his dick. Quite a show it was. He managed to deep throat every inch of his cock, all the way down to his pubes. The audience went wild, Jeff, absolutely wild, when he began to bob his head up and down on his dick, slow, then fast, then slow again, sucking all the time, until he came, ejaculated in his mouth. Cocksucker gave himself one hell of a blow job."
I leaned over a bit more, slowly, afraid of hurting myself. I could feel my spine stretching, back muscles loosening, sweat dripping into my eyes with the effort I was making. Suddenly, without any pain, everything loosened up and the entire head of my cock slid easily into my mouth. I clamped my lips behind the ridge and looked up at Barclay.
"I invited that young man, Lutz, back to my hotel for a drink and a night of incredible sex. When I fucked him on his back, legs over his head, and pressed down, Lutz was able to gobble the whole package, nuts and all...just like you did before, Jeff."
"Mmmmmmm," was all I could say with my dick in my mouth.
"Is nothing. That's what he said, Jeff. Is nothing. He told me that many boys can suck their cocks, lick their balls, in that position. I tried it and couldn't get close, thought I'd never walk again. All I got for the effort was a well fucked ass and a face full of cum. Lutz repeated his club performance in my hotel room that night. It was even more impressive up close, watching him lean over to lick his nuts and watching him deep throat his nine inch dick."
I forced my head down and felt my lips stretch around the middle of my shaft. "Take it, baby, take it all," Barclay said when he saw what I was doing.
When I felt the head touch the top of my throat, I knew I could do it. I put my hands under my thighs and lifted up while my head went down, down, down on my dick. Barclay cheered when the very last of my prick disappeared into my mouth. I swallowed twice to clear the accumulated saliva and precum from my throat, massaging the head of my dick in the process, and began to fuck my mouth.
"Lick your balls first," Barclay urged. "Lick 'em like an old hound dog."
I licked the wrinkled skin of my tight sack and got an eyeball view of the GAY BOY tattoo on my inner thigh. "Gonna cum, Mr. Barclay. Please can I suck my cock and cum in my mouth." I don't know what made me ask, like how low can I go, asking for permission to suck my own cock and cum in my own mouth.
"Yeah, sure, go ahead faggot. Suck yourself off."
I didn't know it then, but that was the last blow job I ever gave as a slave boy on the Winslow plantation. Daddy and Mr. Barclay caught their flight to Bangkok. I left Mississippi that afternoon on what turned out to be a ten year journey around the country. Seems fitting, somehow, that the last load of cum, the last cock that I sucked...was my own.