How to Make a Good Service Slave Pt. 03 by alphafallenboys,alphafallenboys Step 3: Becoming more of a sex object.
I fucked Rich with his legs spread wide open, purposely putting strain on his joints. I intended in fucking him this way to show him my dominance over him as a dirty little tramp. I used a cushion under his lower back in order to get deep into his newly made pussy hole. My cock was all the way inside of him as I looked down at the faggot. He looked like a girl in awe of his first boyfriend. Perhaps that is what was happening in his head. I wasn’t sure. I would squash that illusion sooner or later. He was nothing but slave meat to me and in my world, slaves don’t have boyfriends, let alone friends. What I was sure about was that the fact he was a good lay. He moaned like a cum whore in Amsterdam, as I came out of him a little enough to check the condom was still on my cock.
I don’t normally wear condoms on cum dumps, by definition they are dumps for cum, after all. However, I had a special reason for it on this occasion.
As I went back to the hilt. He opened his mouth completely again. I looked directly into his face. His eyes were dilated, and his nipples looked ripe. I decided to try something new with him. Something most Alphas would do anyway. Most Alphas like humiliating their fags by spitting in their open mouths. I moved forward and began to slowly allow my phlegm into his open upper hole. I would have laughed at him if I didn’t have my mouth open and slowly using his mouth as a spit hole. He raised his head from the bed to take my goz. His cage began to almost rock. I went deep inside of him in one hard jolt, and he leaked some precum. He was slowly showing that he would do anything for an Alpha. I was slowly showing what Alphas meant when they say anything. I was enjoying the journey, or perhaps I would be better off using the term ride.
He had moved a little further up the bed, enough for me to lean over and pick up my phone. I opened the app that linked his cage and collar and then opened his cock cage. He looked a little confused at first, but it became clear when I reached down and took the cage off revealing that he had a semi on. I gave him a smug smile, like I had just discovered something dirty about him, but the truth was I already knew that he was a cock whore. I realigned his legs over my shoulders, and I went back into him.
Sometimes it’s good to allow a faggot to see his own little dicklet spewing fag slime now and then. I knew because where I wanted this to go that he would have less and less opportunity to see his own little cock react in the future. I wanted him to see the difference between our bodies. His small faggy dicklet and my large man dick was the first of many differences to point out.
He watched his body react to the fucking I was giving him. I looked over to the mirror and saw how gorgeous our bodies looked. Black on white. His body was a complete contrast to mine in many ways. I was taller and had an athletes body and he was shorter with a more muscular built. His hot muscular body must have confused him to think that he was a real man and not a cock sucking faggot.
I was close to cumming when suddenly his hands began to tighten around my arms, his feet went stiff and abruptly his excuse for a cock erupted. He leaned his head backwards.
He was having a faggasm. This is what happens to a true faggot whore when being used by a true man. Although their orgasm’s are nothing like a man’s when they are shooting their load. It is pitiful. His orgasm was weak and watery, although it would be satisfying for ten or so minutes, he would begin to become horny again. I wanted to see if he obeyed my wishes and placed the cage on his cock when I wasn’t able to supervise him.
His butt hole stiffened round my cock as he shot his pitiful fag water, causing me to explode deep inside of him, into the condom. I slammed my cock into his lower hole. He made a moan that would be only described as sissy like. I leaned down and watched his face react. He looked directly into my eyes. It looked like he wanted to kiss. I don’t kiss slaves. It is unhealthy on many levels.
“Thank you master.” He clearly meant his gratitude.
I moved backwards away from him, away from his body and stuck my pelvis forward. I ripped off the condom and tied the open end, placing it on the bed for now.
“Clean my cock you dirty slut, like Khali’s cock whore cleaned his. He didn’t hesitate not to. He was soon on his hands and knees cleaning off my beef. He looked up at me, smiling.
“Thank you master.” He smiled up at me. Obviously, he was learning from the other cock whore. Evidently, he would learn more this weekend.
I had a few more lessons to teach him before that. One incident would happen at roughly eight tomorrow morning.
After he had cleaned me up, I laid on the bed and then I ordered him to shower and after he returned to put his cage back on his little pee pee and then sleep on the floor. I ordered him to crawl. I said it partly because I wondered if he had forgotten and partly because I wanted to humiliate him and remind him of what he was becoming.
I took the condom from the bed and then walked into the kitchen area, placing it into the little freezer compartment in our little fridge. It would be frozen by the morning.
**
I think when he returned, I was fast asleep. The next thing I knew was that the alarm was going off. I looked over at the bedside table and spotted that the cock cage was gone from the side. I noticed that Rich was sleeping on the floor, as instructed. He was naked on his back laying on the ground. His cock had its little cage on it. Evidently, he had placed it back on his small piece of meat after his shower the night before and then went to sleep on the ground. He looked like an extremely happy slave.
It is wrong to leave a slave sleeping after you have woken up as its master. Ideally a slave should be awake before its master. We were still going through many transitions, so it didn’t concern me too much at this moment. I kicked him gently to wake up.
Eventually I would have a daily task for him at this point of every day, but I wanted him to concentrate on the cleaning and sexual side of his vocation to begin with.
Naturally I looked down at him. I looked at him with a purposely contempt look on my face, He slowly opened his eyes, and his sleepy face soon turned to a smile. He was pleased to see me. Perhaps he was looking forward to another sex session. However, I needed to leave at just gone eight and also, I had a paper to work on before leaving for a lecture on how overseas economies are affected by the new line of slave laws globally and how it was affecting the UK.
I was almost certain that the northern African Alliance would be mentioned a few times. This was a collective of countries that support or take part in the slave trade. My country was a part of this Alliance. They now even had their own dollar called the Afro Dollar. The economy was becoming as strong as the Chinese Yen and the American Dollar.
I ordered Rich to make coffee and then make my bed whilst I was in the shower. After those tasks were done, he was to kneel on the floor in the shower room and wait to shower and clean his insides out. This all went without any incident. I knew he didn’t have any schedule until ten thirty. However, I had a different lesson for him.
After he had showered, he washed up a few pots in the sink and then crawled over to me. I had spotted that he was crawling most of the time now and only returning to his hind legs when he truly needed to. He looked down to the ground whilst I played with his hair. I began to talk to him.
“I have a simple task for you this morning.” I continued playing with his hair.
“The driver from yesterday will bring us a few parcels of slave chow here this morning. I don’t want you to struggle with the parcels but ask him to help you upstairs with them. Once you are here you are to offer your services to him. He can do what he wishes with you. If you are successful in the task I will have a very special reward for you this evening. One I know you will love.” I paused a second and then asked “Are my instructions clear?”
Just like you would check in with any imbecilic slave to acknowledge that they have fully understood, simple instructions.
“Yes. Sir” he gulped. “I am to offer myself to the delivery man and if I am successful in getting him to use me, I will be awarded.
**
Rich left the room when I told him that the delivery van was only one stop away and he waited in the hallway for the driver to arrive. In the meantime, I got my bag ready leaving my tablet turned on, and on its stand, with the video recording. My next task was to use a piece of string and a label to make a note for Rich. I wrote the word Lunch on it. I then took the frozen condom from the freezer box, tied the label onto the wrapped jiz and then placed the condom in his bag on the top of his things so he saw it straight away. There was no doubt that the contents of the condom was for consumption at lunchtime. It would be defrosted by then and yet still chilled. No faggot can resist chilled Alpha milk.
I left the room. I passed the man getting out of the van on the way out of the vehicle. I purposely ignored my faggot. Although he tried to get my attention and looked disappointed when I just continued on. He looked a little indigent for some reason and it’s not a look I like in a slave. I would have ignored a needy slave on the families estate if that happened at home. The needy little fuck hole needed to learn its place in life was to serve its superiors when they wanted to be served, not to demand attention from them. A slave at home would often feel the power of a cane if they ever demanded attention from a master. It may seem somewhat cruel, but it is kind to correct their misguided actions at this stage, rather than having to punish them more severe if doing something even more inappropriate, such as trying to suck off a master when the master hadn’t demanded it.
The man was middle aged. A little porky too and he had some stubble as though he hadn’t shaved that morning. Probably hadn’t showered either. I could smell a little man stink.
I looked behind as I moved away from the building and saw Rich flirting with him. I smirked to myself. This was not really a task but an experiment. I didn’t think that he would go through with it. To my surprise he did and for that I would set up a little surprise for the cock sucking faggot.
Roughly an hour later he sent me a photo of his face covered in the man’s spunk. It simply looked like any other picture of a faggot who had just blown off an Alpha male.
**
The lecture was uneventful. Nothing that I was not aware of. They talked about how damaging the slave laws were for the countries that were against them and the cost of labour within these countries. They made it clear with graphs and charts how much not having a slave act in places like the UK and Sweden made it more difficult for such countries to sell goods abroad as cheaply as the African Alliance does. In my country there are vast estates that produce fruit and vegetables all year round, using cheap slave labour for upkeep of these super estates. My family owned a few of these estates.
I received a message just as I was getting ready for lunchtime with a picture of Rich licking out the condom I had packed for him. He looked like he was in a public toilet lockup in the university somewhere. He was truly embracing his true self. Behind him I could see a glory hole. I think these days in the UK they are now called fag holes and are common for straight men to use them to get off quickly, courtesy of a faggot.
I told him to send me some pictures of him sucking dick. Ten minutes later he was sucking off a nice size uncut dick. The guy had ginger pubes too. I knew it wouldn’t take much to figure out whose cock that was. There would not be many gingers on campus. This ginger’s cock was at least twice the size as Rich’s. The video was a little out of focused but it’s difficult for a faggot to suck cock off through a wall and record it at the same time. Nonetheless Rich had sent me evidence that he was doing what I was asking of him.
I sent a few messages backwards and forwards to our mutual friend, James the Alpha both Rich and I knew. I discovered my brother had also invited our mutual friend to the apartments this weekend. Any friend of mine was automatically a friend of my twin. Then again, we had known James for a long time.
I then went to a nice café and ate well as I knew exactly what Rich would be eating that evening and I wanted him to focus on his diet today, not mine. I didn’t want him to have to make my meal before we did everything, I had planned the evening ahead. I had to go to study for a while in the library and then make my way back to the halls.
**
I arrived back at the room an hour before I knew Rich would be back. The room was spotless, he apparently, had time to clean at some point. He was steadily getting into a good routine of looking after the room without too much input from myself. This was good. He would make a good service slave. On the floor next to the kitchen area was the slave chow. The bags looked like large bags of animal feed that you buy for pets. They had mainly had Arabic and Copic and a little English writing on the side of the bags. It is not something that is produced in the U.K. and so I had it imported in. I doubt that the delivery driver would have realised what it was, unless he had been on the Mediterranean coast of North Africa.
I looked further round the room and spotted my tablet was still where I had left it. The camera had recorded everything.
**
They came back into the room carrying the bags of chow. Oddly enough the driver was carrying two bags, one in each hand and Rich was carrying four bags in total. I wondered how that played out but, in my head, Rich was made to do it by the more Alpha male of the two.
They put the bags down, where they are at the moment. They haven’t moved since. Observing the recording I spotted that the delivery driver’s cock was hard as iron in his trousers. Rich moved in front of the driver, and they spoke for a minute or two. Rich was clearly flirting with the driver. Rich then dropped to his knees and as he did, I saw the driver force him down quicker by his head.
The sound on the recording was not good, but I heard the driver say something about Rich’s shorts and rich dropped them and leaned backwards with his hands on the back of his ankles for a moment or two. I guess the man was admiring Rich’s little cock cage. The driver leaned down and pulled on Rich’s fag tits.
He then clearly mouthed to Rich “Get my fucking cock out Faggot.”
Rich then opened up the guys trousers and swiftly took the man’s cock out. He didn’t wait to be told what to do next, instead he leaned forward and started sucking this almost stranger’s cock.
It was as though I was missing something. In September when I moved to the university there was this faggot that was hot for me. I went round to its room at night time and I slowly trained it up. The dirty little cock sleave always had recognised itself as a faggot and so it was not difficult to get it to go on a shopping exhibition to Denmark in late November and whilst over there, it handed himself over to a faggot training centre there and enslaved itself. The faggot signed the papers to make me the legal owner. It was different. It always knew that it was a slave waiting to happen.
Rich was not the same, or so I believed. He had girlfriends in the past and he looked straight as hell and yet he appeared to be making the transition look so easy. Rich’s pathway was visibly different, but the destination was exactly the same.
To the city of Slave-ville.
The faggot that enslaved itself is now working as a ‘toilet attendant’ in New Alexandra. I didn’t see much potential in the fag as a whore or a service slave and most certainly would have not last six months in the mines or working on the plantations. It was achieving the best fag slave life it could be expected to achieve as a loser of a faggot.
I was missing something with Rich. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at this point, but I would soon understand more.
As for the man that Rich was pleasuring, I would have guessed that this man was in his forties. He wasn’t fit and that was proven when he took his shirt off revealing his hairy body. His belly was above Rich’s head as Rich sucked off the older man with frantic intent.
“Faggot!” I lip read the man’s words and then Rich looked up to the man and then the man naturally spat on his face, or maybe in his mouth. It was hard to tell from the position I was watching. The man tilted his head backwards and began to laugh. He laugh loud enough that it was caught on audio.
The mechanics of Rich’s movement showed me all I needed to know. He was putting every effort in sucking the man’s cock off, the way the real man wanted to be sucked off. It was not the easiest task to do, due to the fact the man’s large belly kept getting in the way of Rich’s head, whilst he was giving head.
Rich wasn’t doing this for the fat older man. He wasn’t even doing it for himself. Who would want to suck off a smelly cock of a fat delivery driver? The guy was a complete loser so fucking ugly in comparison to me or even our mutual Alpha friend. He didn’t have much going for him and yet I was making Rich service the man. There are many Alphas who actually believe that it should not be left to the choice of the faggot who they service but was down to the Alpha. Of cause for enslaved animals their choices would not be remotely taken into consideration and so there was no reason in my head that Rich should have the choice as my slave in uni.
Rich was servicing this fat delivery driver, and he had sucked the ginger anonymous student off because I had asked him to service them both. I was in control of Rich, which was clear. It felt good.
I was not expecting what happened next. It shocked me, although it didn’t phase me. Perhaps I could use the delivery guy in the future with other fags that I wanted to turn into slave meat fuck holes.
He looked directly at the camera and stuck his middle finger up to me. Obviously, he knew he was being recorded. Perhaps he thought that Rich was recording himself. I was not sure.
Perhaps he wasn’t as big of a loser as I thought. The man then grabbed the fags head still and began to face fuck him. I heard Rich gag a few times and I spotted the man slap my whores face too.
Suddenly he stopped and pulled his head in tight. His cock must have been down his throat when he began shooting into the cum whores open mouth. The man looked directly into the camera and mouthed. “You dirty fucking faggot!”
I now understood that he thought it was Rich who had recorded it. He released his head and gave the middle finger on both hands to make his point clear as day.
Rich set to work cleaning the man’s cock off and soon the man pulled up his pants. He then spat onto Rich’s face, turned around and walked out of the room. He didn’t acknowledge Rich as he left the room. Rich was not important to the true male. All Rich was to the man was a fuck hole to use for sexual relief.
**
Rich walked into the room, and I ignored him. I did this to see what he would do. He did exactly everything I expected from a slave who was learning his craft. He undressed and took his collar and placed the metal round his neck. Then he submissively crawled towards me and said.
“Good evening master!”
“Hello faggot. I think you are really doing well at the moment. Too Well. In some cases. Are you Ok?”
“Yes sir. I am in my rightful place!”
“You most certainly are!” I paused from what I was doing and looked at him looking up at me.”
Thanks for reading pls vote or comment “Did you enjoy all the Alpha spunk you have eaten today?” I asked him with a smile.
“Yes sir!”
“Have you ever been a slave for someone in the past?” I was curious. I knew there was something there, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Not exactly sir. I role played with a girlfriend back home and she was my mistress. She was not inclined to do anything more than roleplay, so we broke up. I always wanted a male master. Although I am attracted to women, not men. Sir. I have read stories and graphic novels about slavery over the past year or so. I read a lot about other countries and the slave laws there. I have fantasised about all of this. It was only fantasy, before!”
It all made sense now. It was definitely the submissiveness he craved more than anything.
“Do you prefer a male or female master?” Knowing this could help me understand what a kind of service slave he could be trained into, not that he had much choice of what I decide, it just makes the journey to where I want to take him easier for me. Carrots and sticks, and all that.
“I prefer a male master. Sir!” he paused and looked downwards “I think for me it is more humiliating. I do miss fucking women, but they always said I have a small cock and useless at sex!”
Humiliation he wanted! Humiliation he will get then.
“They are right boy. You have the second smallest cock I have seen that is natural. So, I don’t think you would be good at fucking!” I was honest.
“Nature as made you a natural faggot!” I chuckled and his face went a little red. “You are a small dicklet fag boy. This is your best life! I think you are being very brave!” I played with his beautiful hair.
“Thank you, sir, and thank you for messing with my hair, like you do. I really like that too.”
That was interesting for me to hear from him. Maybe he had recognised the dominance of me playing with his hair. It clearly stated my ownership on many levels.
“Ok enough talk. You need to clean yourself with the douche stick, but don’t bother showering until we sort your meal out. We are going to reward you tonight!”
He thanked me and crawled out the shower room.
**
I continued reading something I needed to understand, and I spotted the shower door open. I then put down the laptop and he began to crawl towards me. He got near to the bags of chow, and I gave him one simple command.
“Heal!”
He stopped and raised himself onto his knees. I was becoming very close to start calling him different pronouns, but I was holding off on purpose. I stood up and walked over.
“Rise Boy!” I spoke to him like a dog.
This was going to be interesting. I picked up a bag of slave chow and flicked the kettle on. I opened the seal and then pulled out the dish the manufactures provide for domestic purposes. This dish was bright yellow and of a thin plastic. They don’t last very long. Usually long enough for the slave to empty the bag of chow.
“This is slave chow. This is now your diet. I am sure that you have heard of it. Inside the bowl you will see two markers.” I showed him the scores inside, “you fill the dried food to the first line and then fill hot water to the next line. Then you need to take it into the shower room and wait twenty minutes or so. It stinks like fuck. I cannot stand the smell. So, you cannot eat it near me. Shower room all the time. Then you will go back in there and eat it. Wash out the bowl in the shower room and bring the bowl back in here and place it in the bag. Once the bag has been consumed you throw the bowl away and start on the next bag. You may find a different colour bowl in each bag. That is the most exciting thing about slave chow. You never know what colour bowl you shall get next” I paused and chuckled a little. “Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir.” He was not wrong this was turning him on. His cock was throbbing in its little cage.
“Have you used the hair remover today at all?” I asked.
“No sir!”
“Unlucky!” You need to put the formula on whilst you are in there! So, you have twenty minutes before you eat the chow, and you have plenty of time to use the formula on and then you can return.” I needed him extra smooth this evening. We had a very special guest calling round.
“Now get the fuck out of here!” I handed him the egg timer I had on the side and the bowl of chow after pouring the water on it.”
“Thank you, sir!”
“And shut the fucking shower room door.” This was partly cruel but the smells a slave smells over time are not pleasant and he needed to get used to it. I only could imagine what was happening in his head in that small room. He would have placed the bowl away from the toilet near to the shower unit. This was not the best choice, but he would learn. He would then have got the formula and started rubbing it into his skin and setting the alarm for himself. Then he would get on the floor of the shower, knowing that the formula stung. The truth was over time it stung less but this was only his second rub. Then he would get comfortable. After a few minutes he would notice the vile smell of the chow. It fucking stinks. Then as long as he isn’t sick, he will reach up to the shower and turn it on ice cold till it was all clear. That left him ten minutes to recover. The smell would still be vile, and he may even move the bowl to under the sink or something as he spent ten minutes feeling up his body or something. Slaves tend to like to feel themselves up when they begin to become super horny like he was.
I once caught a slave in a cupboard under a stair way once fingering his butt hole with two or three fingers up his pussy hole, just because it was horny as fuck from wearing a cage for hundred and odd days. That slave never did it again after I had it whipped and fucked in one of the worst possible ways for a full twenty four hours.
A fuck machine on full blast in a sex club in the centre of Berlin. That slave took a few days before it got its voice back from all the screaming it had done. The humiliation, the discomfort and the physical endurance is enough to remind any slave not to do something that self-centred again. A fourteen inch dildo, as thick as a beer-can, ramming into your fag hole for a full day is enough to stay in the memory of a slave forever.
After the second alarm goes off, Rich would get on all fours and start eating the chow. By this time the chow would not smell at all. It would taste pleasant. Although it was not steak Diane and duchess potatoes, like he had yesterday. That would have been his last ever cooked meal. I know he had some cereal that morning and a stomach full of spunk throughout the day but the meal he had last night was his last cooked meal as a free man. I had no intention for him to eat anything other than this bland slave food from now onwards. Moving forward Rich’s diet would be strictly slave chow and man juice. Then he would spend ten minutes eating the food and after about thirty minutes the door would open.
When he did come out, he crawled with the bowl in his mouth, which I didn’t expect him to come out like that looking like when a dog would pick up the paper from the door for its master. Then he placed the bowl inside of the chow bag.
“Come here boy!” I was on my bed with my legs open wide. I was naked and I wanted attention. Like I said he was going to receive a reward tonight.
**
I made him crawl between my legs and ordered him to get onto his knees and sit like a good faggot with his head down slight. He did as I asked.
“Was the food ok for you?” the truth is slave chow is pleasant once the smells subsides, and it is also incredibly cheap. The dry food also lasts for a while. I had ordered enough to last until the end of the year. I didn’t intend on having any use for it after that.
“Yes. Sir” I think he was telling the truth, “After the smell had gone.” I chuckled.
“I have a very special treat for you tonight!” I paused. “First though, we are going to practice your cock sucking” I pointed to my cock. “I want you to lick my dick slowly from my balls and right up the shaft to my bell end and then repeat the process.” He changed positions and started work.
“That’s it bitch!” I felt him sniff in the smell of my cock. “Lick it all the way up.” He naturally stuck his ass upwards. I wanted to get him extremely horny. “Do you like being called a bitch?” I asked.
“Yes sir!” he came off my cock a second then continued to lick. It didn’t take him long before he was into the licking. I wanted some information before I filled his mouth with cock.
“Would you like being called an ‘it’?” I paused a second but added “this weekend you be called ‘it’ a lot by the people at our apartments. “It doesn’t really matter if it’s a turn on because it will happen. However, Will you like it?”
“Yes sir. I was wondering why you haven’t really called me it yet sir!”
Good question.
“I didn’t think you was there yet!” probably the closest thing to the truth to him. I have said however, I believed I underestimated where he was in the journey as a service slave in his head.
“I am sir. I want to be your bitch. Your whore. Your Faggot. Your ‘it’!” I wasn’t expecting that.
“Then suck my fucking cock you lazy fuck hole!”
I used my hand and started guiding him how I liked my cock sucked off. He was moaning like a cum whore. He was so into it. He was not choking so much by going slowly.
This was all the evidence you needed to understand better why you should never kiss a faggot.
How do you know were a faggot slaves mouth has been? You would probably be better aware of where a fly has been than a slaves mouth, let alone what it has been doing. The faggot had been unsupervised all day and I know he had sucked two other true men off. What if someone had introduced him to the unsanitary jobs of a faggot slave already without my knowledge. The fact was that most true males know these days what a faggot can do for them, suck cock, lick ass and much worse. So, if you know a guy who you are ‘dating’ is a faggot, whatever you do don’t fucking have ‘face time’ with them. Why are the hell are you dating a faggot anyway? Are you a sick fuck hole yourself too?
This was a slow face fuck. He was actually good at this. I know now why the delivery driver came so quick.
My phone beeped and I looked at it while I allowed him to continue to suck me off. It was time to tell him about his reward. I didn’t want to hear his opinion and so I made him suck me while I spoke.
“I need you to listen. I know this stud who is going to come into the room and fuck you. He tried to look up, but I kept his head all the way down on my meat.
“You need to keep sucking me off. You are not allowed to look at who it is. You need to be a good slut for me. Do I make myself clear?”
I pulled his head roughly off my cock so he could answer.
“Yes master!”
“Remember I am here to guide you” I pushed his head onto my cock head. “You will have two Alphas inside you, using you tonight.
I spotted the door creep open and in stepped our mutual Alpha friend. He was a big muscular man. Bigger than Rich. He quietly stripped off his clothes and then I could see his naked body. I had seen his body a hundred times before, it was not something that you would tire from looking at.
He was a little hairy, with ice blue eyes. His cock was getting harder, and I knew it was twelve inches. It was a little thinner than mine. I kept Rich busy by fucking his face and talking.
“You are such a good slut boy. Sucking my cock off. Clearly you love cock. It’s not the first you sucked today.” I pushed him deep down on my cock and he spluttered a little. Our mutual stud James was now on the bed. He was close to Rich’s gaping clean cock hole. He spat down on the gap. I brought Rich off my cock and then straight back down onto it. All of my meat inside of him.
At the same time James began to stuff himself into Rich.
I pulled Rich’s head from my meat and whispered. “Tell the stud to fuck your pussy!” I did take control of his head while he spoke, so he couldn’t look at who the fuck was about to fuck him.
“PLEASE FUCK ME. PLEASE FUCK MY PUSSY HOLE!”
James did all he could not to laugh. Rich had no idea the team captain was about to be only the second person to use his fuck chute as a cum dump.
“Fuck me please!”
He obliged. He went all the way inside of his pussy and stayed in there. He had no lube on his cock, but I knew that would not be an issue as Rich had opened his hole up enough with cleaning his ass out, also James wasn’t as thick as my own dick. Although he was slightly longer.
I pushed his head down onto my cock.
“You fucking filthy faggot!” Is all James had to say to him to recognise his voice. Imagine having two cocks inside of you and you suddenly realising that one of those cocks was someone you thought was your best friend. There was no way Rich could deny that he was a faggot now. His face glowed bright red too
As soon as James found out that Rich was a faggot, he had disassociated him as a friend in his head. All he was now to me and James was a piece of perverted faggot slave meat.
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