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Diego wasn’t thrilled when his parents signed him out as a houseboy for their two gay neighbors. After all, he was eighteen and he understood exactly how gay men used their ‘houseboys.’ Still, he had tried to console himself with the knowledge that the indenture would end when he was twenty-one and the fact that his parents had gotten written assurances that the boy would not have to be naked during the day when he was performing his indoor ‘chores’ and also that he would never have to appear naked when working outside.
Well, Diego has been Master Seth and Master Reg’s houseboy for three months now and it’s safe to say the boy has found the experience infinitely worse than he could ever have imagined. While the sex has become less painful over time, the humiliation that Diego feels when one of his Masters is plowing his hard cock in and out of Diego’s always sore and leaking boy-hole has seemingly increased with every single session. And the frequency that Diego is used as a cum-pit for his Masters has far out-stripped all of Diego’s expectations.
Before he became their houseboy, Diego thought it was likely that he would be fucked once each day by each of his Masters. After all, the two Men were in their forties, and it was hard for the boy to image that Men that old could feel the need to nut more than once each day. Diego understands things much better now. He realizes that these Men are just as horny as teenagers and, having a teenage boy’s body to provide them with stimulation, they are more than capable of being as rapacious as even the most sex-obsessed teenager. In just the past two weeks, the boy has been fucked between five and nine times every single day and that doesn’t count the two parties that they threw in the same period during which Diego was fucked almost twenty times. With all the use it’s been seeing, it’s small wonder that his ‘pussy’ is always sore and always dribbling fuck-slime.
Moreover, the assurances that his parents had obtained regarding the clothing their son would be allowed to wear have proved equally ephemeral. Yes, Diego is allowed to wear a shirt while performing his inside chores – but that’s all. Just a shirt. Otherwise he’s naked. And the shirt isn’t long enough to cover either his boy-junk in front or his well-used pussyhole in back, so the boy is effectively fully-exposed even when he’s wearing it. And when Diego is ordered to work outside on the lawn and garden, which he is two or three times every week, he’s not even allowed to wear the shirt. For his outside ventures, all Diego is provided is a thin, frilly pair of women’s lace panties.
It was all Diego could do to keep from crying in shame and embarrassment the first time he was ordered to put the panties on and go outside and mow the front lawn. He begged and pleaded with his Masters not to make him do that, even going so far as to volunteer to mow the lawn completely naked. But his Masters wouldn’t hear of it. After all, they informed the desperate boy, they’d promised his parents he wouldn’t have to perform outdoor tasks naked and they intended to keep that promise.
Then, as if publicly wearing women’s panties wasn’t humiliating enough, Master Seth had forced a large butt-plug up Diego’s dripping hole, ostensibly for the purpose of keeping their Man-seed for leaking out and staining the panties. Then, plugged and wearing only the panties, Diego was ordered out into the front yard. It wasn’t until Diego had begun mowing the lawn that he realized, to his horror, that the plug up his pussy was a vibrating butt-plug.
Masters Seth and Reg were sitting on the front porch, watching their houseboy cut the grass and playing with the remote that controlled the plug inside his boy-hole. In less than a minute, they had succeeded in forcing the boy to throw a boner inside his panties, a boner which, given the thinness of his panties, was readily apparent to anyone passing on the sidewalk. Diego could feel his face burning in embarrassment.
But his two Masters didn’t stop there. Through careful manipulation of the plug’s vibrations, they managed to force the boy to have an orgasm even before he finished with the front yard. And it was a huge orgasm, too, since Diego hadn’t been allowed to shoot his boy-seed in over a week. As the stain from his effusion spread across the panties, Diego was mortified to discover that the liquid made his panties transparent so that anyone could clearly see his erect and still pulsing boy-cock. Diego was crying like a little boy in his humiliation by the time he finished the front yard and was able to move to the back yard.
Ever since that first time, Diego’s been forced to work outside wearing the hated panties and having the vibrating butt-plug churning in his boypussy multiple times every week. Inevitably, he ends up creaming his panties with his boy-slime, sometimes more than once. And now, when he comes inside, the first thing he has to do is take off his panties and then put them in his mouth to clean them off. And he has to keep them in his mouth until he’s slurped down all of his own cum-load off the lace fabric.
But as humiliated as he is by publicly wearing frilly panties and then having to clean them off with his mouth, that’s not the thing that Diego hates most about being Master Seth and Master Reg’s houseboy. No, what Diego hates the most, what he truly finds gut-wrenchingly humiliating is the way he’s required to speak to his two Masters. It is hard enough to refer to his asshole as a ‘pussy’ or a ‘cunt,’ to refer to his nipples as his ‘boy-tits,’ and to refer to his cock as his ‘boy-clit.’ Diego hates that but he’s learned to force himself to do it. What he truly despises is the requirement that he always – always – refer to himself as ‘this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut.’
Diego is never allowed to use ‘I’ or ‘me.’ It always has to be ‘this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut,’ as in ‘this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut begs his Master’s permission to relieve himself,’ or ‘does Master desire to have this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut suck him off?’ And precisely because they know how much Diego hates referring to himself that way, his Masters never fail to viciously whip his ass whenever Diego fails to do so. And, as a result, Diego’s ass is whipped four or five times every single day.
That’s what happening right now. Master Seth and Master Reg have just started in on Diego’s third ass-whipping of the day. Diego knows he’ll be howling before they finish with him. And when they do finally stop, Diego knows what he has to say, the words that always burn his soul – ‘Thank you, Masters for whipping this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut. This disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut promises you, Masters, to do better. And if this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut fails, this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut begs you to beat this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut’s ass even harder the next time.’
Diego will be crying when he says those words, but Diego cries a lot nowadays. And he figures to be crying a lot for the next two and a half years, too. And, by the end of those two and a half years, we all know exactly what Diego will be – he’ll be a disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut. And by then, even he’ll understand that.
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Diego wasn’t thrilled when his parents signed him out as a houseboy for their two gay neighbors. After all, he was eighteen and he understood exactly how gay men used their ‘houseboys.’ Still, he had tried to console himself with the knowledge that the indenture would end when he was twenty-one and the fact that his parents had gotten written assurances that the boy would not have to be naked during the day when he was performing his indoor ‘chores’ and also that he would never have to appear naked when working outside.
Well, Diego has been Master Seth and Master Reg’s houseboy for three months now and it’s safe to say the boy has found the experience infinitely worse than he could ever have imagined. While the sex has become less painful over time, the humiliation that Diego feels when one of his Masters is plowing his hard cock in and out of Diego’s always sore and leaking boy-hole has seemingly increased with every single session. And the frequency that Diego is used as a cum-pit for his Masters has far out-stripped all of Diego’s expectations.
Before he became their houseboy, Diego thought it was likely that he would be fucked once each day by each of his Masters. After all, the two Men were in their forties, and it was hard for the boy to image that Men that old could feel the need to nut more than once each day. Diego understands things much better now. He realizes that these Men are just as horny as teenagers and, having a teenage boy’s body to provide them with stimulation, they are more than capable of being as rapacious as even the most sex-obsessed teenager. In just the past two weeks, the boy has been fucked between five and nine times every single day and that doesn’t count the two parties that they threw in the same period during which Diego was fucked almost twenty times. With all the use it’s been seeing, it’s small wonder that his ‘pussy’ is always sore and always dribbling fuck-slime.
Moreover, the assurances that his parents had obtained regarding the clothing their son would be allowed to wear have proved equally ephemeral. Yes, Diego is allowed to wear a shirt while performing his inside chores – but that’s all. Just a shirt. Otherwise he’s naked. And the shirt isn’t long enough to cover either his boy-junk in front or his well-used pussyhole in back, so the boy is effectively fully-exposed even when he’s wearing it. And when Diego is ordered to work outside on the lawn and garden, which he is two or three times every week, he’s not even allowed to wear the shirt. For his outside ventures, all Diego is provided is a thin, frilly pair of women’s lace panties.
It was all Diego could do to keep from crying in shame and embarrassment the first time he was ordered to put the panties on and go outside and mow the front lawn. He begged and pleaded with his Masters not to make him do that, even going so far as to volunteer to mow the lawn completely naked. But his Masters wouldn’t hear of it. After all, they informed the desperate boy, they’d promised his parents he wouldn’t have to perform outdoor tasks naked and they intended to keep that promise.
Then, as if publicly wearing women’s panties wasn’t humiliating enough, Master Seth had forced a large butt-plug up Diego’s dripping hole, ostensibly for the purpose of keeping their Man-seed for leaking out and staining the panties. Then, plugged and wearing only the panties, Diego was ordered out into the front yard. It wasn’t until Diego had begun mowing the lawn that he realized, to his horror, that the plug up his pussy was a vibrating butt-plug.
Masters Seth and Reg were sitting on the front porch, watching their houseboy cut the grass and playing with the remote that controlled the plug inside his boy-hole. In less than a minute, they had succeeded in forcing the boy to throw a boner inside his panties, a boner which, given the thinness of his panties, was readily apparent to anyone passing on the sidewalk. Diego could feel his face burning in embarrassment.
But his two Masters didn’t stop there. Through careful manipulation of the plug’s vibrations, they managed to force the boy to have an orgasm even before he finished with the front yard. And it was a huge orgasm, too, since Diego hadn’t been allowed to shoot his boy-seed in over a week. As the stain from his effusion spread across the panties, Diego was mortified to discover that the liquid made his panties transparent so that anyone could clearly see his erect and still pulsing boy-cock. Diego was crying like a little boy in his humiliation by the time he finished the front yard and was able to move to the back yard.
Ever since that first time, Diego’s been forced to work outside wearing the hated panties and having the vibrating butt-plug churning in his boypussy multiple times every week. Inevitably, he ends up creaming his panties with his boy-slime, sometimes more than once. And now, when he comes inside, the first thing he has to do is take off his panties and then put them in his mouth to clean them off. And he has to keep them in his mouth until he’s slurped down all of his own cum-load off the lace fabric.
But as humiliated as he is by publicly wearing frilly panties and then having to clean them off with his mouth, that’s not the thing that Diego hates most about being Master Seth and Master Reg’s houseboy. No, what Diego hates the most, what he truly finds gut-wrenchingly humiliating is the way he’s required to speak to his two Masters. It is hard enough to refer to his asshole as a ‘pussy’ or a ‘cunt,’ to refer to his nipples as his ‘boy-tits,’ and to refer to his cock as his ‘boy-clit.’ Diego hates that but he’s learned to force himself to do it. What he truly despises is the requirement that he always – always – refer to himself as ‘this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut.’
Diego is never allowed to use ‘I’ or ‘me.’ It always has to be ‘this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut,’ as in ‘this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut begs his Master’s permission to relieve himself,’ or ‘does Master desire to have this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut suck him off?’ And precisely because they know how much Diego hates referring to himself that way, his Masters never fail to viciously whip his ass whenever Diego fails to do so. And, as a result, Diego’s ass is whipped four or five times every single day.
That’s what happening right now. Master Seth and Master Reg have just started in on Diego’s third ass-whipping of the day. Diego knows he’ll be howling before they finish with him. And when they do finally stop, Diego knows what he has to say, the words that always burn his soul – ‘Thank you, Masters for whipping this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut. This disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut promises you, Masters, to do better. And if this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut fails, this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut begs you to beat this disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut’s ass even harder the next time.’
Diego will be crying when he says those words, but Diego cries a lot nowadays. And he figures to be crying a lot for the next two and a half years, too. And, by the end of those two and a half years, we all know exactly what Diego will be – he’ll be a disgusting cum-loving faggot fuck-slut. And by then, even he’ll understand that.