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Kip didn’t have to imagine how he looked, stretched-out buck-naked, his entire body as hairless as a new-born baby, his wrists cuffed together high over his head, his mouth taped shut, a metal collar locked around his neck, his cock caged, his asshole stuffed with a huge buttplug holding in multiple loads of teenboy ball-slime that had been freshly pumped up his well-worked and aching boypussy during a nine-hour gangbang the night before. Kip didn’t have to imagine what he looked like because Doug Marlin had shown him the photos he’d taken before he left, shown him the photos he was going to spread all around campus showing everyone the pathetic fuck-whore that Kip Harris had been turned into by all of his so-called ‘bros.’
But while Kip could easily anticipate the incredible embarrassment and humiliation he faced the next time he appeared on campus, that wasn’t what concerned him right now. What concerned the boy right now was that he was hanging naked in his father’s garage, and he knew his father would be home from work any time now and when he raised the garage door to drive his car in he’d see his son stretched-out in front of him in all his naked glory. And Kip was sure his father would go ape-shit on him.
All his life, Kip’s father had railed against ‘faggots,’ going on and on about what total low-lifes they were, how they were the antithesis of the very idea of masculinity, how every one of them deserved to be beaten and raped like a cheap whore every day, though he’d always noted with scorn, ‘they’d probably enjoy that, being faggots.’ There was nothing he hated more, except maybe for the libtard politicians who sucked up to them.
Unfortunately for Kip, he’d made the mistake of telling Doug Marlin all about his father, and the older boy had filed that piece of information away. Then, when Marlin, who was a senior, told Kip he wanted the boy to drop out of school at the end of the year and become his full-time fuck-bitch, and Kip had foolishly voiced his objections, Marlin put his knowledge to practical use. He’d arranged a ten-man gangbang for Kip and then, after plugging the boy’s gaping and leaking boy-hole, drove him home and strung him up in his father’s garage. As he explained it all to Kip before he left him there, his father was sure to disown him when he discovered what a faggot-whore he really was and then Kip would have no choice but to become Marlin’s full-time fuck-bitch.
Marlin had left the key to the handcuffs on the floor of the garage, but kept the key to Kip’s cock cage. After all, as he gleefully remarked to the distraught boy, his father would need to get the cuffs off Kip’s wrists in order to kick him out of the house, but he’d scarcely care if his son’s faggot-clit was locked up or not. “If you’re lucky, boy,” Marlin had laughed, “your father will at least let you put on some clothes before he kicks you out. If not, well then you’re going to have a really embarrassing time getting back to the campus, won’t you, boy?”
“By the way, boy,” Marlin added, with a wicked grin on his face, “I’ve left one of the frat’s paddles next to the wall in case your father wants to beat your ass before he kicks it out of the house. It’s the one I used on you last night, so it should feel right at home burnishing up your faggot ass.” And with that, not bothering to hide his amusement, Marlin had exited the garage, closing the door behind him.
That was two hours ago and ever since then, Kip’s mind has been racing as he visualized over and over again what his father’s reaction would be to discovering that his own son was a disgusting faggot. And Kip didn’t harbor the slightest doubt that Marlin was right. His father was going to kick his ass out of the house and, though the prospect truly terrified the boy, he wouldn’t be surprised if he did it with Kip still stark naked. He was going to have to become Doug Marlin’s full-time fuck-boy. He couldn’t see any way around it. But he definitely wasn’t looking forward to it. The older boy was destroying Kip’s relationship with his father and ending all hopes Kip had of getting a college education, and anyone who would do that with such obvious glee would be hell to have as a Master. But what choice did Kip have. Kip was fucked and he knew it.
Suddenly, Kip heard a car pulling into the driveway. Simultaneously, he heard the garage door opener spurt into life and slowly begin raising the door. As bright sunlight began to fill the garage, he could hear the car moving forward and then suddenly the screech of brakes. He could hear a car door open and then the unmistakable sound of his father’s voice exclaiming, ‘What the fuck?’ And Kip just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
Kip could hear footsteps approaching and then his father came into view. He could see the shocked look on his father’s face as he took in the sight of his son, buck naked, shaved, collared and cock-caged, hanging from the rafters of the garage. “Holy shit,” the man murmured. “Holy shit.”
His father made a full circuit around his son and ended up directly in front of him. While there were still signs of shock on his face, more obvious was the open contempt with which he viewed his boy. He stood there looking at Kip for a few minutes before he finally spoke. “Looks like Keith was right,” he said, shaking his head, “my son is a faggot. I told him that there was no way that could be true, that no son of mine would ever turn out to be a fucking fruitcake. But it’s pretty obvious that I was wrong.”
Keith was his father’s best friend. He was a big, burly dude that Kip had always found vaguely intimidating and a little scary. Kip had never really liked Keith. There was just something about the man that made his skin crawl, something in his coolly-appraising eyes that seemed to be stripping Kip naked every time he looked at the boy. Of course, anyone looking at Kip right now would see him the same way – bare-assed naked. But then his father started speaking again.
“Of course, maybe Keith was right about the other thing,” his father mused. “You never looked like me, not even when you were a little kid. Your mother always said you took after her side of the family but, to be honest, you never looked much like them, either. Keith said that you probably took after your father – your real father. I guess he was right. Dude was probably a fag, just like you. And God knows, your mother was a whore. Caught her cheating on me three different times before I divorced the bitch. You obviously take after both of them – you’re a faggot and you’re a whore. Fuck me. I’ve got me a son with my last name who’s a faggot-whore. Makes me want to puke.”
Kip was standing there, more embarrassed than he could ever remember being, shaking his head ‘no’ as his father went on and on. He wasn’t a faggot. He wasn’t a whore. Not really. Sure, the guys in the frat had raped him repeatedly and treated him like a faggot, but that didn’t mean that was what he wanted. There was just too many of them for him to fight off and eventually he’d stopped fighting. And it wasn’t like he wanted to be Doug Marlin’s full-time fuck-bitch. He didn’t want that at all. He hated the very idea. But it was obvious now, the way his father was reacting, that he wasn’t going to have any choice. He was going to be the older boy’s fag-slave, whether he wanted to be or not.
His father was standing, looking at him in total disgust. Finally, he moved forward. “So, what do you to say for yourself, you little fag?” he asked, as he reached forward and painfully ripped the tape off his son’s mouth.
“Dad. Dad. Listen to me, please,” Kip begged. “I’m not gay. I’m not. I’m not a fag. The guys…the guys in the frat, they been raping me. They’ve been raping me, Dad. It’s not something I want. But they do it anyway. And there’s this one guy – Doug Marlin’s his name – he’s got the hots for me. And he wants me to drop out of school and become his full-time fuckboy. And I didn’t want to do that. So he arranged this whole thing, leaving me here like this, just so you’d think I was a fag. Just so you’d think I was a fag and disown me and then I wouldn’t have any choice but to be his fag-bitch. But I don’t want that, Dad. I don’t. I’m not a fag.”
“Can you hear yourself, boy?” his father asked him, the scorn in his voice obvious. “You tell me that you’ve let your entire fraternity fuck you whenever they want, but that you’re not a fag. Are you that stupid, boy? Only a fag would let that happen to him. Only a disgusting, degenerate faggot would let himself be turned into a bitch for other dudes. Keith has to be right. There’s no way I could have sired a perverted fagboy like you. You have to be the spawn of some faggot your mother shacked up with. There’s no fucking way you’re my son.”
Listening to his father, Kip couldn’t keep the tears from running down his face. This encounter was going as badly as the boy had feared and he knew he didn’t have any choice but to become Marlin’s full-time fuck-bitch. His voice cracking from the unbearable tension he was feeling, Kip made one request of his father. “I know you’re going to disown me, Dad. I know that. But would you…would you at least let me put some clothes on before you kick me out.”
“Kick you out?” his father repeated, incredulously. “You think I’m going to let you go, let you go out into the world and corrupt other boys, all while you’re posing as my son? No fucking way I’m gonna do that, boy. No, you’re gonna be staying with me from now on – as my faggot fuck-slave. And as far as clothes, boy, well you’re wearing all the clothes you need, a slave-collar and a cock-cage – and that’s all you’ll ever be wearing from now on. Now where the fuck are the keys to those cuffs, boy? I need to get your faggot ass out of the way so I can park my car inside the garage.”
Still trying to process what he’d just heard, Kip quietly said, “Doug left the key over on the workbench.”
When Kip’s father turned towards the workbench, he caught sight of the paddle Marlin had left leaning up against the wall. He walked over to it and picked it up. “What’s this?” he asked his boy.
“It’s…it’s a frat paddle,” Kip responded, his voice noticeably trembling. “Doug thought you might want to use it on me before you kicked me out.”
“Well, your friend was wrong about me kicking you out, boy, but,” he added as he swung the paddle around feeling its heft, “I think this paddle might come in pretty handy. I’m guessing they used this on your faggot ass, didn’t they, boy? They beat your ass with his paddle, didn’t they, you little faggot? And you just let them whale away at your buns, like the pathetic little pansy you are. I’m right, aren’t I, boy?”
“Yes…yes, sir,” Kip answered haltingly. “They used to beat my ass with that paddle. All the time.”
“Well, at least the boys in your frat knew how to treat a faggot,” Kip’s father observed as he moved back towards the boy. “Every faggot needs at least a couple hard paddlings every day just to keep him in his place.”
As his father moved behind him, paddle in hand, Kip couldn’t control his fear. “What are you going to do, Dad? What are you going to do?”
The next thing Kip knew his father’s hands were hard around his neck, painfully hard. “Get one thing straight, boy, right now. I am not your father. There is no fucking way a faggot bitch like you came from my babymakers. You ever call me ‘Dad’ again and I’ll cut your goddamn balls off. Do you understand? Do you understand, faggot?”
Now terrified, Kip managed to squeak out a “Yes, sir. I understand.”
There was a slight pause and then Kip’s father said, “In the future, faggot, you will call me Master. All faggots have Masters and I’m yours, from now on. And you’ll refer to me as such whenever you speak to me. Do you understand, faggot?”
“Yes…yes, Master. I understand,” Kip quickly replied, not wanting to infuriate the man any further.
“Good, faggot,” Kip’s former father, his new Master, replied. “Now it’s time I gave your faggot ass a good paddling. Get it nice and warmed up before I pound that doubtless well-used pussy between your legs.”
Mere seconds later the sound of a loud ‘TWACK’ echoed through the garage, immediately followed by a scream of pain from Kip. It was quickly followed by another ‘TWACK’ and another and another.
Soon Kip was squealing in absolute agony as his Dad/Master beat the crap out of Kip’s poor buttocks, begging and pleading with the Man to stop, sobbing like a little boy as the paddle crashed over and over against his tender ass-cheeks. Kip was sobbing uncontrollably by the time the man, with a final flurry of awesome force, brought the paddling to an end.
“There, faggot,” the Man spit out, the effect of his exertions obvious in his voice, “Fifty hard ones. Just like you’ll be getting from now on, every morning, afternoon, and night. Your ass is going to be burning pretty much all the time from now on, faggot. Just like your pussy will be.”
The man walked over, laid the paddle back against the wall, and then went over to the workbench and picked up the key to cuffs. He picked up a step-stool and in just minutes had released the boy’s wrists from their restraints. Suddenly freed, it was all Kip could do to keep his feet. Kip’s father quickly returned the step-stool to it’s place and then motioned to the boy, “C’mon, faggot,” he ordered. “Get you ass inside the house. It’s time I tried out your fag-cunt for myself.”
Kip took two steps, lost his balance, and tumbled onto the cement floor, causing his father to burst out laughing. And as the boy struggled to regain his feet, his father stopped him. “Stay where you are, faggot. The floor suits you. From now on you crawl wherever you go, just like an animal. Just like a dog.”
And that was the way Kip entered his house. On his hands and knees. Just like a dog.
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Three hours later, Kip was lying on his belly, stretched out over the couch in the living room, his Dad’s – his Master’s – cock buried deep up his ass where it had already deposited three big loads of Man-cum. And while His Master’s cock was still jammed deep in Kip’s ass, swimming in its own effusions, his Master had taken a break from fucking the teenager and was talking on the phone.
“Yeah, Keith,” the Man was saying. “You were right. My son is a flaming faggot. When I got home from work today, there he was, strung up buck naked from the ceiling of the garage…Yeah, dude, buck-ass naked, wearing just a chain around his neck and a little cage locked around his cock. And I do mean little. I mean, I’ve seen chihuahuas with more meat than he was showing. Some fag at the frat the boy was in kept the key to the cage, which is fine with me. A fag’s dick is just an oversized clit anyway, though to be honest, my son’s clit could scarcely be called oversized. It’s pathetic how small it is. As far as I’m concerned, it can stay caged permanently. I’m sure it was no damn use to anyone, anyway.”
“Anyway, I open the garage door and there he is, hanging there, fucking stark naked. And not just naked, bro, his body was totally hairless, too. No pubes, no nothing. Just like a little boy. Just like you’d expect a faggot to be. No question, dude, the boy a stone-cold fairy. My son’s a total fag, Keith. A total fag.”
There was a brief pause before he went on. “Or, as I probably should say, my wife’s son is a total fag. It’s all too obvious now that you were right about that, too – that bitch cheated on me. Ain’t no way this pissant queerboy is my real son. Fuck, you should have seen the way his eyes bugged out of his head when he saw my cock. It was obvious he’d never actually seen a Real Man’s cock before. Well, now he not only knows what a Man’s cock looks like, he knows how it feels when it’s coring-out a fagboy’s cunt.”
Kip’s new Master paused for a moment listening to Keith’s response and then went on. “Fuck, yeah. I’m buried balls-deep up the little queer’s fuck-pussy right now. Fucked the little bitch three times already and I’m just getting warmed up. That’s actually why I phoned you. I thought you might want to give some of the guys a call and then come on over. The fag’s pussy is as tight as his mother’s cunt ever was, and I thought I’d give you guys a chance to plug it before it gets all loose and sloppy the way her’s ended up.”
There was another long pause before the Man started speaking again. “I know. I know,” he finally said. “Fags are absolute vermin. The scum of the earth. But this fag, while he may not be my son, still has my last name and I figured if I kicked him out of the house, he’d just go back to his fag-friends in the frat and corrupt them even more. And I feel responsible about that. So I decided to keep him with me.”
There was a short pause before he interrupted, with some heat, “Not as my son, goddammit. As my fucking faggot-slave. Christ, man, I already told you he’s not my son. He’s obviously some faggot’s whelpling foisted off on me for the last nineteen years. Well, that’s all over. I’ve already thrown out all his underwear and socks and put the rest of his clothes in bags to give to Goodwill. Gonna keep the little whore naked, full-time. Gonna rent his pussy out, too. Make back some of the money I wasted on him. And when he’s not working – doing the only work a faggot’s any good for, spreading his legs for hard Man-cock – I’m gonna be plugging his boycunt full time, myself. Trust me, bro, this is one little fag-bitch who’s gonna pay for being the disgusting degenerate he is.”
There was one final pause and then, chuckling, Kip’s former Dad replied, “That’s great, bro. That’s great. Now, if you get a chance, could you stop off and pick up some kibble on your way over here. Figure I’ve got to feed the fag something while he’s here and dog food and piss sounds like just the right regimen for a whore-bitch like him…Yeah, that’d be great, bro. I really appreciate it. See you soon.”
Just second later, the Man was back to reaming the crap out of Kip’s ravaged boytwat and Kip, groaning in pain, couldn’t help mentally railing against himself for being so stupid. Why didn’t he just agree to becoming Doug Marlin’s full-time fuck-bitch? How could he have been so stupid? And while any Real Man could have easily answered that question, being a faggot, Kip didn’t have a clue.
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Kip didn’t have to imagine how he looked, stretched-out buck-naked, his entire body as hairless as a new-born baby, his wrists cuffed together high over his head, his mouth taped shut, a metal collar locked around his neck, his cock caged, his asshole stuffed with a huge buttplug holding in multiple loads of teenboy ball-slime that had been freshly pumped up his well-worked and aching boypussy during a nine-hour gangbang the night before. Kip didn’t have to imagine what he looked like because Doug Marlin had shown him the photos he’d taken before he left, shown him the photos he was going to spread all around campus showing everyone the pathetic fuck-whore that Kip Harris had been turned into by all of his so-called ‘bros.’
But while Kip could easily anticipate the incredible embarrassment and humiliation he faced the next time he appeared on campus, that wasn’t what concerned him right now. What concerned the boy right now was that he was hanging naked in his father’s garage, and he knew his father would be home from work any time now and when he raised the garage door to drive his car in he’d see his son stretched-out in front of him in all his naked glory. And Kip was sure his father would go ape-shit on him.
All his life, Kip’s father had railed against ‘faggots,’ going on and on about what total low-lifes they were, how they were the antithesis of the very idea of masculinity, how every one of them deserved to be beaten and raped like a cheap whore every day, though he’d always noted with scorn, ‘they’d probably enjoy that, being faggots.’ There was nothing he hated more, except maybe for the libtard politicians who sucked up to them.
Unfortunately for Kip, he’d made the mistake of telling Doug Marlin all about his father, and the older boy had filed that piece of information away. Then, when Marlin, who was a senior, told Kip he wanted the boy to drop out of school at the end of the year and become his full-time fuck-bitch, and Kip had foolishly voiced his objections, Marlin put his knowledge to practical use. He’d arranged a ten-man gangbang for Kip and then, after plugging the boy’s gaping and leaking boy-hole, drove him home and strung him up in his father’s garage. As he explained it all to Kip before he left him there, his father was sure to disown him when he discovered what a faggot-whore he really was and then Kip would have no choice but to become Marlin’s full-time fuck-bitch.
Marlin had left the key to the handcuffs on the floor of the garage, but kept the key to Kip’s cock cage. After all, as he gleefully remarked to the distraught boy, his father would need to get the cuffs off Kip’s wrists in order to kick him out of the house, but he’d scarcely care if his son’s faggot-clit was locked up or not. “If you’re lucky, boy,” Marlin had laughed, “your father will at least let you put on some clothes before he kicks you out. If not, well then you’re going to have a really embarrassing time getting back to the campus, won’t you, boy?”
“By the way, boy,” Marlin added, with a wicked grin on his face, “I’ve left one of the frat’s paddles next to the wall in case your father wants to beat your ass before he kicks it out of the house. It’s the one I used on you last night, so it should feel right at home burnishing up your faggot ass.” And with that, not bothering to hide his amusement, Marlin had exited the garage, closing the door behind him.
That was two hours ago and ever since then, Kip’s mind has been racing as he visualized over and over again what his father’s reaction would be to discovering that his own son was a disgusting faggot. And Kip didn’t harbor the slightest doubt that Marlin was right. His father was going to kick his ass out of the house and, though the prospect truly terrified the boy, he wouldn’t be surprised if he did it with Kip still stark naked. He was going to have to become Doug Marlin’s full-time fuck-boy. He couldn’t see any way around it. But he definitely wasn’t looking forward to it. The older boy was destroying Kip’s relationship with his father and ending all hopes Kip had of getting a college education, and anyone who would do that with such obvious glee would be hell to have as a Master. But what choice did Kip have. Kip was fucked and he knew it.
Suddenly, Kip heard a car pulling into the driveway. Simultaneously, he heard the garage door opener spurt into life and slowly begin raising the door. As bright sunlight began to fill the garage, he could hear the car moving forward and then suddenly the screech of brakes. He could hear a car door open and then the unmistakable sound of his father’s voice exclaiming, ‘What the fuck?’ And Kip just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
Kip could hear footsteps approaching and then his father came into view. He could see the shocked look on his father’s face as he took in the sight of his son, buck naked, shaved, collared and cock-caged, hanging from the rafters of the garage. “Holy shit,” the man murmured. “Holy shit.”
His father made a full circuit around his son and ended up directly in front of him. While there were still signs of shock on his face, more obvious was the open contempt with which he viewed his boy. He stood there looking at Kip for a few minutes before he finally spoke. “Looks like Keith was right,” he said, shaking his head, “my son is a faggot. I told him that there was no way that could be true, that no son of mine would ever turn out to be a fucking fruitcake. But it’s pretty obvious that I was wrong.”
Keith was his father’s best friend. He was a big, burly dude that Kip had always found vaguely intimidating and a little scary. Kip had never really liked Keith. There was just something about the man that made his skin crawl, something in his coolly-appraising eyes that seemed to be stripping Kip naked every time he looked at the boy. Of course, anyone looking at Kip right now would see him the same way – bare-assed naked. But then his father started speaking again.
“Of course, maybe Keith was right about the other thing,” his father mused. “You never looked like me, not even when you were a little kid. Your mother always said you took after her side of the family but, to be honest, you never looked much like them, either. Keith said that you probably took after your father – your real father. I guess he was right. Dude was probably a fag, just like you. And God knows, your mother was a whore. Caught her cheating on me three different times before I divorced the bitch. You obviously take after both of them – you’re a faggot and you’re a whore. Fuck me. I’ve got me a son with my last name who’s a faggot-whore. Makes me want to puke.”
Kip was standing there, more embarrassed than he could ever remember being, shaking his head ‘no’ as his father went on and on. He wasn’t a faggot. He wasn’t a whore. Not really. Sure, the guys in the frat had raped him repeatedly and treated him like a faggot, but that didn’t mean that was what he wanted. There was just too many of them for him to fight off and eventually he’d stopped fighting. And it wasn’t like he wanted to be Doug Marlin’s full-time fuck-bitch. He didn’t want that at all. He hated the very idea. But it was obvious now, the way his father was reacting, that he wasn’t going to have any choice. He was going to be the older boy’s fag-slave, whether he wanted to be or not.
His father was standing, looking at him in total disgust. Finally, he moved forward. “So, what do you to say for yourself, you little fag?” he asked, as he reached forward and painfully ripped the tape off his son’s mouth.
“Dad. Dad. Listen to me, please,” Kip begged. “I’m not gay. I’m not. I’m not a fag. The guys…the guys in the frat, they been raping me. They’ve been raping me, Dad. It’s not something I want. But they do it anyway. And there’s this one guy – Doug Marlin’s his name – he’s got the hots for me. And he wants me to drop out of school and become his full-time fuckboy. And I didn’t want to do that. So he arranged this whole thing, leaving me here like this, just so you’d think I was a fag. Just so you’d think I was a fag and disown me and then I wouldn’t have any choice but to be his fag-bitch. But I don’t want that, Dad. I don’t. I’m not a fag.”
“Can you hear yourself, boy?” his father asked him, the scorn in his voice obvious. “You tell me that you’ve let your entire fraternity fuck you whenever they want, but that you’re not a fag. Are you that stupid, boy? Only a fag would let that happen to him. Only a disgusting, degenerate faggot would let himself be turned into a bitch for other dudes. Keith has to be right. There’s no way I could have sired a perverted fagboy like you. You have to be the spawn of some faggot your mother shacked up with. There’s no fucking way you’re my son.”
Listening to his father, Kip couldn’t keep the tears from running down his face. This encounter was going as badly as the boy had feared and he knew he didn’t have any choice but to become Marlin’s full-time fuck-bitch. His voice cracking from the unbearable tension he was feeling, Kip made one request of his father. “I know you’re going to disown me, Dad. I know that. But would you…would you at least let me put some clothes on before you kick me out.”
“Kick you out?” his father repeated, incredulously. “You think I’m going to let you go, let you go out into the world and corrupt other boys, all while you’re posing as my son? No fucking way I’m gonna do that, boy. No, you’re gonna be staying with me from now on – as my faggot fuck-slave. And as far as clothes, boy, well you’re wearing all the clothes you need, a slave-collar and a cock-cage – and that’s all you’ll ever be wearing from now on. Now where the fuck are the keys to those cuffs, boy? I need to get your faggot ass out of the way so I can park my car inside the garage.”
Still trying to process what he’d just heard, Kip quietly said, “Doug left the key over on the workbench.”
When Kip’s father turned towards the workbench, he caught sight of the paddle Marlin had left leaning up against the wall. He walked over to it and picked it up. “What’s this?” he asked his boy.
“It’s…it’s a frat paddle,” Kip responded, his voice noticeably trembling. “Doug thought you might want to use it on me before you kicked me out.”
“Well, your friend was wrong about me kicking you out, boy, but,” he added as he swung the paddle around feeling its heft, “I think this paddle might come in pretty handy. I’m guessing they used this on your faggot ass, didn’t they, boy? They beat your ass with his paddle, didn’t they, you little faggot? And you just let them whale away at your buns, like the pathetic little pansy you are. I’m right, aren’t I, boy?”
“Yes…yes, sir,” Kip answered haltingly. “They used to beat my ass with that paddle. All the time.”
“Well, at least the boys in your frat knew how to treat a faggot,” Kip’s father observed as he moved back towards the boy. “Every faggot needs at least a couple hard paddlings every day just to keep him in his place.”
As his father moved behind him, paddle in hand, Kip couldn’t control his fear. “What are you going to do, Dad? What are you going to do?”
The next thing Kip knew his father’s hands were hard around his neck, painfully hard. “Get one thing straight, boy, right now. I am not your father. There is no fucking way a faggot bitch like you came from my babymakers. You ever call me ‘Dad’ again and I’ll cut your goddamn balls off. Do you understand? Do you understand, faggot?”
Now terrified, Kip managed to squeak out a “Yes, sir. I understand.”
There was a slight pause and then Kip’s father said, “In the future, faggot, you will call me Master. All faggots have Masters and I’m yours, from now on. And you’ll refer to me as such whenever you speak to me. Do you understand, faggot?”
“Yes…yes, Master. I understand,” Kip quickly replied, not wanting to infuriate the man any further.
“Good, faggot,” Kip’s former father, his new Master, replied. “Now it’s time I gave your faggot ass a good paddling. Get it nice and warmed up before I pound that doubtless well-used pussy between your legs.”
Mere seconds later the sound of a loud ‘TWACK’ echoed through the garage, immediately followed by a scream of pain from Kip. It was quickly followed by another ‘TWACK’ and another and another.
Soon Kip was squealing in absolute agony as his Dad/Master beat the crap out of Kip’s poor buttocks, begging and pleading with the Man to stop, sobbing like a little boy as the paddle crashed over and over against his tender ass-cheeks. Kip was sobbing uncontrollably by the time the man, with a final flurry of awesome force, brought the paddling to an end.
“There, faggot,” the Man spit out, the effect of his exertions obvious in his voice, “Fifty hard ones. Just like you’ll be getting from now on, every morning, afternoon, and night. Your ass is going to be burning pretty much all the time from now on, faggot. Just like your pussy will be.”
The man walked over, laid the paddle back against the wall, and then went over to the workbench and picked up the key to cuffs. He picked up a step-stool and in just minutes had released the boy’s wrists from their restraints. Suddenly freed, it was all Kip could do to keep his feet. Kip’s father quickly returned the step-stool to it’s place and then motioned to the boy, “C’mon, faggot,” he ordered. “Get you ass inside the house. It’s time I tried out your fag-cunt for myself.”
Kip took two steps, lost his balance, and tumbled onto the cement floor, causing his father to burst out laughing. And as the boy struggled to regain his feet, his father stopped him. “Stay where you are, faggot. The floor suits you. From now on you crawl wherever you go, just like an animal. Just like a dog.”
And that was the way Kip entered his house. On his hands and knees. Just like a dog.
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Three hours later, Kip was lying on his belly, stretched out over the couch in the living room, his Dad’s – his Master’s – cock buried deep up his ass where it had already deposited three big loads of Man-cum. And while His Master’s cock was still jammed deep in Kip’s ass, swimming in its own effusions, his Master had taken a break from fucking the teenager and was talking on the phone.
“Yeah, Keith,” the Man was saying. “You were right. My son is a flaming faggot. When I got home from work today, there he was, strung up buck naked from the ceiling of the garage…Yeah, dude, buck-ass naked, wearing just a chain around his neck and a little cage locked around his cock. And I do mean little. I mean, I’ve seen chihuahuas with more meat than he was showing. Some fag at the frat the boy was in kept the key to the cage, which is fine with me. A fag’s dick is just an oversized clit anyway, though to be honest, my son’s clit could scarcely be called oversized. It’s pathetic how small it is. As far as I’m concerned, it can stay caged permanently. I’m sure it was no damn use to anyone, anyway.”
“Anyway, I open the garage door and there he is, hanging there, fucking stark naked. And not just naked, bro, his body was totally hairless, too. No pubes, no nothing. Just like a little boy. Just like you’d expect a faggot to be. No question, dude, the boy a stone-cold fairy. My son’s a total fag, Keith. A total fag.”
There was a brief pause before he went on. “Or, as I probably should say, my wife’s son is a total fag. It’s all too obvious now that you were right about that, too – that bitch cheated on me. Ain’t no way this pissant queerboy is my real son. Fuck, you should have seen the way his eyes bugged out of his head when he saw my cock. It was obvious he’d never actually seen a Real Man’s cock before. Well, now he not only knows what a Man’s cock looks like, he knows how it feels when it’s coring-out a fagboy’s cunt.”
Kip’s new Master paused for a moment listening to Keith’s response and then went on. “Fuck, yeah. I’m buried balls-deep up the little queer’s fuck-pussy right now. Fucked the little bitch three times already and I’m just getting warmed up. That’s actually why I phoned you. I thought you might want to give some of the guys a call and then come on over. The fag’s pussy is as tight as his mother’s cunt ever was, and I thought I’d give you guys a chance to plug it before it gets all loose and sloppy the way her’s ended up.”
There was another long pause before the Man started speaking again. “I know. I know,” he finally said. “Fags are absolute vermin. The scum of the earth. But this fag, while he may not be my son, still has my last name and I figured if I kicked him out of the house, he’d just go back to his fag-friends in the frat and corrupt them even more. And I feel responsible about that. So I decided to keep him with me.”
There was a short pause before he interrupted, with some heat, “Not as my son, goddammit. As my fucking faggot-slave. Christ, man, I already told you he’s not my son. He’s obviously some faggot’s whelpling foisted off on me for the last nineteen years. Well, that’s all over. I’ve already thrown out all his underwear and socks and put the rest of his clothes in bags to give to Goodwill. Gonna keep the little whore naked, full-time. Gonna rent his pussy out, too. Make back some of the money I wasted on him. And when he’s not working – doing the only work a faggot’s any good for, spreading his legs for hard Man-cock – I’m gonna be plugging his boycunt full time, myself. Trust me, bro, this is one little fag-bitch who’s gonna pay for being the disgusting degenerate he is.”
There was one final pause and then, chuckling, Kip’s former Dad replied, “That’s great, bro. That’s great. Now, if you get a chance, could you stop off and pick up some kibble on your way over here. Figure I’ve got to feed the fag something while he’s here and dog food and piss sounds like just the right regimen for a whore-bitch like him…Yeah, that’d be great, bro. I really appreciate it. See you soon.”
Just second later, the Man was back to reaming the crap out of Kip’s ravaged boytwat and Kip, groaning in pain, couldn’t help mentally railing against himself for being so stupid. Why didn’t he just agree to becoming Doug Marlin’s full-time fuck-bitch? How could he have been so stupid? And while any Real Man could have easily answered that question, being a faggot, Kip didn’t have a clue.