Dillon gripped the couch as Master’s gay friend tensed up in orgasm.
The guy pulled out of Dillon’s grasping and eager pussy, stripping off the cum filled condom.
Dillon knew what he had to say next, even though he felt humiliated when he did.
"Don’t throw it away, Sir. Feed me your cum. A superior man should not waste his seed. I have to swallow it down like a good faggot, Sir."
"I thought you were straight?"
"I am Sir. Only straight slaves can be proper faggots, Sir. Gay men love cock and cum too much to be real fags. Only straight men who crave humiliation and to be controlled by superior gays are capable of being low enough to be faggots Sir. Please. Feed my fag mouth your superior gay cum."
Aaron’s job was to manage the coat room during Master’s party. A number of gay friends of his were coming around to play with Master’s straight slaves and Aaron’s job wasn’t to look after their coats, but to provide them with a taster of what was to come for the evening.
He stood by the coat rack, a bowl of condoms and lube next to him. Whenever anyone entered he was instructed to spread his ass and beg “please sir, fuck me like a fag bitch.”
Justin had thought he was being butch and dominant, but as the conversation continued the gay guy had taken control. Justin had hoped his cocky demeanour would intimidate the guy and he would be begging to suck Justin’s cock.
But this guy was the real deal. A true dom, not a wannabe like Justin.
Even though Justin was clothed, he felt naked and exposed. This guy wasn’t interested in his crotch. He was looking down towards Justin’s asshole. The man looked at Justin.
"I’m gonna fuck that straight boy cunt tonight."
The words slipped out before Justin realised he was saying them.
He’s your gay flatmate and he always gets what he wants. Then one night you agree to submit to him as a slave. You let him in you, fill you and you’re spellbound by the look of ecstacy on his face as his superior manhood penetrates your ass.
Your stomach tightens, it feels right to have your legs spread like a slut. Your ass feels full, tight and open all at once. Like an orgasm moving down your spine to a point behind your balls.
His cock touches you in a place you never knew could feel so… indescribable. A place that feels like an orgasm that goes on and on as long his cock is moving in and out of you.
You tense thinking “does this make me gay?”
But he reminds you that this is just your body reacting naturally. Your cock isn’t turned on by a man, but it is turned on by the sexual power of your prostate being massaged by something entering your ass.
THIS is what submission is all about, you realise. This is what it means to let go and just be.
Peter looked down at his straight teammate sucking on his cock. After catching Danny surfing kink porn on his mobile, Peter had started to be more dominant with Danny.
"So Dannyboy, you said I was a fag because I’m gay. Well who’s the fag now? You are. You may be straight out there on the field and with your girlfriend. But when we’re alone, you’re my faggot slave. Yeah?"
"MMMm-mmm" Danny moaned in affirmation while still sucking his master”s superior cock.