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Tales of a Dedicated Jack of Spades Ð Part 7
Jarad and Joey:
Meanwhile Jarad had chased young Joey in to the back yard slapping his ass as he ran.
"Ouch, Jarad, stop slapping my ass!" Joey whined as he ran in to the back yard of his neighbour and white submissive slave, it would seem.
"Oh, you love it faggot."
Jarad found a seat on one of the loungers and swung his long legs and big feet up on the plush cushion.
Joey just stood there, wondering what to do next. Then he took a seat in the chair opposite his best friend.
"So I saw you sneaking out of the faggot house earlier this evening before the Master showed back up again." Jarad challenged Joey.
"Yeah, so what?" Joey tried to front his long time friend.
"So what happened in there, dude? Did the faggot suck you off or what?"
"No, of course not."
"Well what did happen? You were in there awhile."
Joey looked up at Jarad and saw the excitement in his best friend's eyes. And Joey suddenly realized how much he loved this boy. He always had really. Ever since the 2nd grade when Joey was the new kid on the block and feeling pretty alone until Jarad asked him to play one day at recess. They had been pretty much inseparable since then. Their families became best friends because they were always hanging out with each other because the boys were always involved in the same activities.
"Dude, talk to me, or I'll piss all over you like I did him earlier." Jarad demanded.
"Yeah, yeah, okay. So earlier I went inside because the door was left ajar and I called out for Mr. Tillinger but there was no answer. So as I made my way around the house, feeling really weirded out, I noticed the door to their basement was open too and there was some flickering like candles down there."
"Wait a minute, how did you know where their basement was? You been in the fag house before?"
"No, of course not. Their house is laid out exactly like ours. You know how your house is opposite ours?"
"Yeah."
"Well theirs is exactly the same as ours...like exactly dude. Which is why I knew it was the basement."
"Okay, okay, that makes sense...so you go downstairs, or what?"
"I started downstairs and that's when Mr. Tillinger, well Adam, yells out to tell me to turn the light on so I don't fall down the stairs."
"So he was home all the time?"
"Yeah."
"Well why the fuck didn't he yell out to you when you were asking for him?"
"Because he didn't want me to find him in his cage!"
Jarad leaned back in the chair and took a moment...
"GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE..." he exclaimed...
Then..."what cage?" He whispered leaning forward.
"In the corner of their basement or I guess it's their dungeon he was standing in a cage or cell which is where he lives when Mr. Wiseman, his Master, doesn't want him for anything."
"Dude, that is fucked up."
"Right...I know."
Then Joey told him everything that he saw that afternoon in the dungeon downstairs. During the telling of the tale, Joey left out the bit about him coming all over Adam when he squeezed his nuts. That just felt too weird to share.
After he was finished telling the story, he just settled back in his chair and stared at Jarad, waiting for a reaction. But he was just laying back in the lounger, staring at Joey. Then he slowly moved his hand down to the crotch of his shorts and began to rub at the mound there. And of course Joey's eyes followed his ministrations closely.
Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. Jarad rubbed his hardening cock. And Joey watched, while pressing down on his own hardening mound.
Finally, the silence was broken...
"We've been friends for a long time, you and I." Stated Jarad.
To which Joey simply nodded his head.
"What's happened today has been really weird, right?" He continued.
"I mean I never thought about pissing on someone before. And yet this afternoon when that fag was kneeling in the middle of the driveway like that, it was like I couldn't stop myself. I mean he just needed to be pissed on, you know?"
To which Joey simply nodded his head.
"And you kissing my shoes out there like you did...weird, right?"
"But..." Joey interjected.
Jarad raised one finger and Joey went silent.
"You know I've pretty much known you were gay for a long time. I catch you looking at me all the time. Loads of other guys at school have caught you looking at them too, especially in the locker room, but everywhere really. They've been asking me why I hang out with you so much."
Joey looked frightened, had no idea his secret was not so much one anymore. He silently cursed himself for not being more careful.
Jarad continued...
"So Joey...are you gay?"
After today the answer was pretty obvious, but Jarad wanted to make Joey admit it out loud.
Joey teared up a bit. He had never admitted this openly to anyone.
"I'm afraid..." he stammered.
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid that you won't be my friend anymore...that everything will change. I don't want to lose you Jarad."
"We're almost 18 Joey. We've been best friends since we were like six or something. Inseparable buddies. Why would you think I'd give a shit if you were gay?"
Joey was moved by his friend's speech and was about to come out officially for the first time.
"But that's if you're gay Joey. Being gay is different than being a fag. If you tell me tonight that you're gay then I'll support you, protect you from any assholes who attack you, continue to be your friend, celebrate with you as you find a husband, raise a family, whatever the fuck you want. Hell maybe we'll be neighbours when I get married and drop a few kids too. Life long buddies, like always. But that's if you're gay, Joey. Nothing much happens to change in our relationship."
"But if you're a fag...then that changes everything Joey. And with this whole New World Order shit I'm learning about from the UPS guy, it will most seriously change everything. I can't be friends with a fag Joey. I mean what would the other guys think? They might start to think I'm a fag too Joey. And I'm no fag Joey. I love pussy...real pussy."
"So if I tell you I'm a fag then that's it, our ten year friendship is over. You just never have anything else to do with me."
"No, no, no, Joey. There you go jumping to conclusions again. I said we couldn't be friends anymore...but I would definitely keep you around...to suck my dick, drink my piss...you know Joey, fag stuff."
Joey's cock was hard as a rock in his shorts.
"Listen, Joey, I'm gonna take a quick dip in the slave faggot's pool. It's hot out tonight. When you're ready to make a decision as to whether you're gay or a fag, you come over to the pool and get in with me. Wear your board shorts if you're gay. And strip naked if you're a fag. You understand Joey?"
Who shook his head in agreement that he understood. Then watched silently as his lifelong friend Jarad got up out of the lounger and stretched out his long muscles that Joey had spent a lifetime memorizing with his eyes. Then Jarad slowly drew his tank over his head allowing Joey an unobstructed view of his tight 6-pack, locked under that tight ebony skin. Jarad had a skin tone that was very dark...oil-sheen dark almost. You had to really stare at his body to pick out the big muscle definition because his skin had a bright glare to it that had been mesmerizing Joey since the day they met in the 2nd grade. Over the years he has realized his feelings towards Jarad as they changed from friendship, to gratitude, to love, and then into actual need to be near him, to do whatever he wanted to do. Over these last few years Joey had realized that he would not survive without Jarad in his life. He watched as his best friend finished removing his shirt and tossed it at him. He couldn't help himself, he shoved the shirt up to his nose and breathed deeply...huffing the scent of this man-boy who he knew now controlled him so implicitly.
"I'm not going to wait forever Joey." Jarad explained as he strode across the back deck and dove so smoothly in to the inviting pool, barely breaking the surface of the water with his entry.
Joey thought about his choice: 1) come out to Jarad as gay and continue on as lifelong friends, but never having the opportunity to experience the power of Jarad in any other way; or 2) admit to Jarad that he was a fag and lose his friendship but gain Jarad's control over him. How that would work out Joey had no idea. But thinking about living in a cell, controlled by Jarad, in a dungeon like what he saw earlier today, made his cock jump hard and spurted another load in to his shorts without touching himself. That's twice in less than an hour. But more than just the horniness of serving Jarad, Joey just felt that serving Jarad was somehow the right thing to do; like it was his calling in life or something. And after learning today about this New World Order, Joey felt like that was something really important for him to get involved with.
So Joey got to his feet and, feeling a little wobbly, made his way to the side of the pool. Jarad had swum a few laps and got out to sit on the opposite side of the pool as Joey made his way to the edge of the pool.
Jarad didn't want to say anything to break the spell in the air. It was like the air was bristling with electricity. Upon reaching the edge of the pool, Joey removed his sandals and shirt and dropped them to the ground. Then he looked at Jarad across the rippling water and in a moment that would forever change his life and one that filled him to shaking with fear, Joey hooked his thumbs in his shorts and dropped them to the deck of the pool, and then stood naked across from a smiling Jarad.
"Good choice faggot. Now get over here."
And Joey dove in the cooling water, surfacing across the other side to find himself staring up into Jarad's eyes through his two legs and feet that were propped on the side of the pool.
"I knew this about you a long time ago bitch. So I have some plans for you."
"Yes Jarad."
"Starting with that...you no longer have the right to call me by my name...that's for friends and family. From now on you call me `Sir'."
"Yes, Sir, but what will our friends and our families think of me calling you `Sir'?"
"Not my problem bitch. If they ask, you will explain to them why you now call me Sir. Understood."
"Yes, Sir."
"Now get out of the pool and follow me."
Unknown to both of the young men, from the upstairs windows of the house behind them, Jarad's father was watching what was happening between his son and the little white fag that follows him around all the time. For the life of him he was tired of waiting for his son to take control of little Joey. But he promised his wife when she married in to their family that they would allow their children to come to their own discovery of their Status as Superior Beings. So Travone Taylor watched closely as his son and a naked little Joey climbed out of the pool enclosure and went to sit on the back deck of his neighbours.
"Perfect." Muttered Travone as the boys moved directly in to his sight line.
Jarad took his seat back on the lounger, this time peeling off his wet board shorts before sitting down. His arms went behind his head and his long legs stretched out until his feet hung off the ends of the chaise.
"So I guess we'll start with my feet faggot. You will lick them clean, starting with the soles."
"Sir, yes Sir." Joey all but leapt at his idol.
"But first, boy, beg me to wash my feet with your mouth."
"What do you mean?" Asked Joey.
"Just what I said bitch. No part of you is to ever touch any part of me until you have begged me for permission. Is that understood?"
"Uh, Yes, Sir." Answered Joey.
"So beg away, boy."
Joey was silent for a second. His face hovering over Jarod's bare feet, not knowing what to say.
"Beg faggot!" Jarad exclaimed while also slapping Joey across the face with his big size 14 right foot.
And in the window overlooking this scene, Travone's face lit up with a big smile. Oh yeah, he knew his son had it in him. Now he would leave him to his privacy. He wanted to tell Jarad's mother, and make a few other calls as well. Since Jarad was their only son, his finally coming in to himself, would free up his parents' lives immensely as well.
"Please Sir..." Joey began. "Please let me use my mouth to clean off your feet. Any part of your body..."
And then the flood gates opened up...
"I am a faggot Sir. I am an insignificant white faggot who is honoured to serve you, Sir, his idol, his only reason for being. Over the years, Sir, this young faggot has grown up in your shadow, dedicated and addicted to your Superior Greatness. Well today Sir I am finally realizing that my only calling in life is to serve you in any way you want me to Sir. In my pathetic reality Sir, you have owned me since the day we met in the 2nd grade when I subconsciously knew deep down that I was yours...your friend...and now your possession. So please Sir, let me finally bring my life's place to light by allowing me to wash your perfect feet with my mouth." And Joey wept and wept after that emotional release. But he never moved his lips from where they had found their place...just an inch away from the soles of what he knew now to be his Master's feet.
Jarad was touched by what he had just heard. And in his own way he also felt a closeness to this white faggot.
"Lick." Was all he said.
And Joey started at his heel and lapped from bottom to top. His cock was bouncing and beginning to get harder and harder as he finally made contact with his lifetime's lust.
Jarad began to laugh as the faggot's tongue was tickling his feet. But Joey kept at it, sucking each toe, getting between them with his tongue. Feeling all of Jarad's beautiful size 14's as they glided between his lips.
But eventually Jarad couldn't stand the tickling any longer.
"Stop! Stop faggot."
And Joey pulled away with his mouth literally dripping in juices from his foot sucking spree. His face was smiling as he leaned back on his haunches.
"That's enough with the foot licking, it tickles. Now come up here and suck my balls."
Joey moved his body onto the end of the lounger as Jarad opened up his legs. His balls dropped down between his tight thighs and Joey moved his head toward them before catching himself and backing off...
"Please Sir, may I suck your beautiful ball sac Sir? I have caught glimpses of these a few times Sir, when we were changing after gym class and I have always dreamt of tasting them Sir."
"Here boy, lie on your back and hang your head off the edge of the lounger." Jarad instructed as he got up on his feet.
"Yes Sir"
"Now open up your mouth real wide."
Joey follows his instructions and is rewarded by the site of Jarad standing over him, straddling his head and lowering his big dangling balls towards his open mouth.
"Now listen bitch, make sure I feel no teeth and just let my balls soak in your mouth, don't suck on them yet."
"Yes Sir."
Joey concentrates on doing everything correctly. He fills his mouth with warm saliva so his Master's balls will feel warm and get cleaned off. He felt the balls enter his mouth and he stretched his lips as wide as possible. But the balls were so big, they were like two extra large eggs descending in to his mouth. But Joey concentrated hard and was rewarded with a sigh from Jarad as his balls settled in to the back of his throat and filled his gaping mouth.
"Yeah, bitch, now use your tongue to wash my balls...gentle now."
And Joey did just that, while looking up and staring at the body of a god who stood above him.
"Damn boy, your mouth is so warm and wet." Jarad's dick got so hard as he stood over his white faggot for the first time. He always knew Joey was in to him but this day has kind of blown his mind. He had no idea when he woke up this morning that he'd end his day dipping his balls in his best friend's mouth.
It started to fuck with his head a little bit. It was coming for so long. But it came so quickly. Jarad wasn't sure he even understood it all. He had to talk some more to the UPS guy to try and get his head around all this.
But first he had to fucking drop a load. So he grabbed a handful of Joey's hair with one hand and his cock with the other and started jacking off his big black cock into his face.
"Open your eyes faggot and watch me jack off my cock rocket. Pay attention to how I like it because you'll be the one bringing me off from now on, whenever my girl refuses."
And so Joey saw the object of his dreams for the first time in his life, hard and so dark it was almost black, drops of pre dripping from the head. Joey reached out his tongue as far as he could but couldn't lap up the drops of milky fluid falling from Jarad's beautiful inky cock.
Jarad chuckled to himself as he looked down on Joey as he stretched his head trying to catch the juice from his cock. And then his body shook as he felt his load start its long journey up his cock.
"I'm going to cum bitch."
"Please Sir, can I taste it Sir?"
"Not a chance. You haven't earned that yet." And with a grunt, Jarad emptied his balls off to the side of Joey's head, who answered with an audible gasp at his loss. Then Jarad wiped his thick 9" cock off in Joey's long hair.
When from behind them they heard a chuckle and turned to see the UPS guy standing there with the two white fags standing naked behind him.
"Smart move Jarad, make him wait for it." And he laughs again while he steps up to shake Jarad's hand.
"Dude, what the fuck is your name anyway? I'm tired of calling you UPS guy."
"Ha, not a problem. Name is Aston Grant."
"Jarad Taylor here."
"Yes I know your parents Jarad."
"You know mom and dad, how?"
"I'll leave that explanation to them."
"Yeah, well, I just wanted to thank you for today...all this NWO stuff. I don't understand it yet but it feels right."
"I guarantee you Jarad, we've been watching you grow up for years...you will have no problem understanding it all."
Jarad looked at the man quizzically.
"Meanwhile, I just heard from your father and mother and they're waiting for you at home. Whenever you're ready."
"Okay," Jarad said, pulling on his board shorts and tank.
"I guess I'll see you again sometime then." He says as he makes to leave.
"Oh and Jarad" says Aston, "don't forget to take your new toy with you as well." He points to Joey.
So Joey quickly jumps to his feet and starts looking for his clothes.
"Don't worry about your clothes bitch, let's just go." And Jarad drags Joey by the arm, naked, around the front of the house and then around the block to his house.
"I wonder what my parents want?" He mutters to himself.
And he walks in his front door with Joey trailing naked behind him.
Only to find his mother and father sitting enjoying a cup of tea in the living room...that was being served to them by two naked white servants, who slowly turned around until...
"Mom?...Dad?..." Joey exclaimed in shock...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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