Yes Master I am your little cum whore, and mind fucked little slut just looking at you.. too nervous to say more but hope this will feed my Sadistic Master mind. And as I was bad and not jumping whit prude and bf.. i made similar situation and had bi watching us while she wanted so bad to be fucked, making her upset like i did with prude a little as bi likes one of the guys making myself in same time more feeling exposed.. and if my Master was in hare the other day and I hesitated I am so sorry my Lord.. you make me all dizzy and grasping for Your mood! I do want to impress my Lord and I do wanna try I am I promise.. and please just when You can a word of You not because I earned with this but when you can give me a breath please just because you can and means a lot to your slave.. i can say the vibe was like on my trip working them in the car with my bad mouth crashing in my house already wanting to fuck me.. rest details when You allow me to blush infront of you please do take this as my begging please.. crawling dragging at your feet all my submission over and over

S.P.I.R.I.T. - Southern Plantation InterRacial Interactive Tradition
SPIRIT is a genre of heterosexual erotica involving dominant whites exercising their social southern tradition of sexual rights over respectfully submissive blacks who are willing servants, not slaves, and always answer their dominators with "Sir" or "Ma'am", but never "Master".
Although the terms nigger, niggerbull, boy, niggerlupa, bitch, girl, whore, are accepted as standard designations, domination never involves humiliation or physical abuse (such as gagging, slapping, choking, suffocating, spitting, cumming anywhere outside of a woman, pussy/ass to mouth, homosexual acts, etc.) as the niggers are always treated as valued breeding stock and pets. Complete submission is always achieved upon the firm gentile grip of a white person's hand upon a nigger's genitals and then upon the nigger's head exhibiting the social authority of white power as the nigger goes down to their knees to give head in the sacred act of nigger communion.
The practice of albadominus (white sexual dominance) is enabled by the lifestyle of nigerservus (black sexual service) in which blacks accept their social purpose of sexual subservience to be the natural result of ancestral breeding on the southern plantations. As the careful breeding of enslaved black women had produced black bitches who could not resist white cock, so too had such breeding inadvertently produced niggerbulls aroused by the sight of the plantation pairing with their nigger wives while never being able to resist the lure of a white cunt. As the genetic disposition of the black bitch predisposes her to sexually seek the personal comfort of the social protection and provision that can only be provided by a white man (socially referred to as white power), the black bitch always experiences powerful orgasms from the idealistic fantasy of being safely owned by a white man along with the actual sense of complete security that she can only experience from having the white man's cock deep inside her. Likewise, as the genetic disposition of the niggerbull predisposes him to be a committed servant and protector of the white woman, nothing arouses the niggerbull more than feeding at the white cunt of life before devoutly offering his massive load of niggerseed at the pleasure of the dominant white woman.

S.P.I.R.A.L. - Southern Plantation InterRacial Antebellum Lifestyle
SPIRAL is a sub-genre of SPIRIT pertaining to niggers who choose to give up their jobs and possessions to go live naked (though not barefoot) on southern plantations where they are taken care of as breeding stock.
Divided into house niggers and field niggers, house niggers live in the big house and perform casual housework tasks in addition to their sexual obligations while field niggers live in the stables and perform casual gardening tasks in addition to their sexual obligations. SPIRAL also takes place away from the plantations in the urban centers where single niggers and nigger couples live with their white homeowners. SPIRAL ultimately occurs in secret, off of the road, niggertowns, where every household has niggers who regularly walk about the town naked and where niggerbreeding is at the foundation of the local economy.

S.P.A.M.M. - Swirl Pearls And Mature Mandingos
SPAMM is the SPIRIT sub-genre of spoiled, interracial desiring (swirl), petite teen white girls (pearls), sexually dominating mature Mandingos (M&Ms) whose duty to them is to protect and serve them addressing them as princesses.
Any conceptions to occur results in the pearls deciding the fates of the babies with no involvement from the fathers.

P B & J - Polar Bears & Jungle Bunnies
PB&J is the sub-genre of SPIRIT erotica pertaining to stout mature white men (polar bears) sexually dominating and breeding willing younger black women (jungle bunnies) usually with both of them in their socks and t-shirts in front of the jungle bunnies' nigger husbands.
Jungle bunnies always have un-straitened hair and hair surrounding their vaginas and refer to their first polar bear as 'Sire' as he will always retain primary sexual rights to her and will present her with a collar that she will always proudly wear in acknowledgement of his rights over her.
When a sexually active black woman is taken by a white man for the very first time, the event is referred to as being an A.R. or Antebellum Reunion in which the black woman is said to have been 'restored' to her proper place and function.
Any conceptions to occur results in the sale of the zygotes to an underground adoption agency for $10,000 to be divided between the bear and the bunny. This modernized honored southern tradition is known as niggerbreeding and allows the polar bear to form partnerships with several jungle bunnies to provide an adequate source of income on the black market for both himself and their families who acknowledge his white seed and white power as making him their household's primary income provider as well as the actual man of the house.

B.A.J. - Buckras And Jungle Bunnies
The BAJ SPIRIT sub-genre celebrates the coming of age tradition of virgin teen white boys (buckras) encouraged by their fathers to sexually dominate and breed a grown jungle bunny in front of her nigger husband to earn the badge of white manhood for which it is always a great honor for the jungle bunny to have been utilized in enabling a white boy to become a white man.
On very rare occasions, a buckra may actually meet the challenge of earning his badge of white manhood through a disrespectful black woman with whom he will seduce into submission to having an A.R. to teach her proper respect and restore her to her proper place and function in front of her nigger husband (if she's married). On such rare occasions, the restored niggress will usually become the devoted black bitch of the young buckra who thereby becomes her sire.
Any conceptions to occur results in the sale of the zygotes to an underground adoption agency for $10,000 to be divided between the buckra and the bunny unless the bunny is a restored married niggress who enthusiastically accepts the honor of baring and raising her young sire's child.

Avrila
The Avrila is the SPIRIT sub-genre celebrating the coming of age tradition of teen black girls who are presented by their mothers for deflowering by polar bears to officially become proud black bitches.
If the mother is without a polar bear to call upon, when time and finances allow, the mothers will coach their daughters while they're vacationing out of town at a motel or hotel on how to present themselves to an available white man for deflowering.
Any conceptions to occur results in the black bitches keeping their babies with no involvement from the fathers unless the black bitch is fortunate enough to become the personal breeding bitch of her deflowerer who then becomes her sire.

Real Queens of Spades
The sub-genre of SPIRIT for Real Queens of Spades refers to established white women known as either queens or albadoms sexually dominating niggerbulls for pleasure and occasional breeding.
The symbol of the queens is a crown atop of a spade bearing the emblem of a 'Q' and usually displayed at the center of a Confederate flag.
Niggerbulls often serve as butlers wearing bowties, tight t-shirts, and footwear, at albadom functions casually providing them with head upon demand. The niggerbulls are usually trained in the service of the Daughters of Freya, a religious fertility cult of white women devoted to the goddess Freya by maintaining stables of devout niggerbulls trained to worship white women as goddesses for sexual pleasure and breeding and holding every act of giving or receiving head from the white goddesses as being the giving of a blessing. Other niggerbulls are trained by albadoms; independent white women who train niggers from off of the streets to become devoted niggerbulls.
Any conceptions to occur from breeding results in the queens keeping the babies with no involvement from the fathers.

are you interest to animal sex than !

feeding dog is solution. i saw one of girl on cyber world talking about how she sex

when it comes to mating season to male dog usually horny they grab some things with two leg

start moving their hips towards backwards . some of master do favor using towels

but many of them just spend doggy cut their ball out not to reproduce babe

one of girl found solution to her timezone of horny dog mating season

dog usually attract to girls pheromone whatever spicies it is

they start on licking mmm.. tasting but they like to taste more barely

they sometimes take panties off to lick freely and after they satisfy when girls make right position

they tries to insert their huge horny dick and they bark if girls not accepting his mating not to dog who knows who are master

but there's noob dog actually dog are not that smart .. yeah and start stick two leg stands with other two back leg

start moving .. and when they reach pussy small holes they move crazily cum full filling

make all his penis in banging with two ball covered with fur

they don't stop whatever girls shouting trys to move doggy out when they finish

they bark bark start licking girls lips and lick creampie filled pussy lead organism again

and make girl to be their mating organs changes virginia shape to their dick until

that girl become slave of doggy cock

To solve the problems of the American economy, we should re-instate black slavery. We could use black labour to compete with the sweatshops in the third world, and use black refuse as fuel to drive our steam engines and tanks. Blacks are powered by fried chicken and watermelon, so they'll be easy to keep docile and happy. All we need is to feed them a steady supply of slutty white girls for them to sate their animal lusts, and to breed a new generation of black slaves.

I believe America can rise again to a great power if each white man was given two free slaves, one male and one female.

I confess that I blackmailed a woman into becoming my slave, and get a real kick out of feeding her my cum and then sending her home to kiss her boyfriend.

My spun sissy fantasy all last night was, having a sexy 18 year old girl find out I'm wearing tiny little girl panties in a sex shop. Humiliated I beg her to keep quiet and let me run away in shame, but I'm led to the back to the porn booths/gloryholes and made to strip down to only the panties for her to not tell everyone inside. She grabbed my clothes as she snapped a picture with her phone camera, and told me to do whatever she said or I'll be left there in panties as she tells the whole store. She wants to film me saying my full name, address, and beg to be her sissy sex slave. Sissy porn is played while I masturbate till she gets back with " supplies " and I'm bound, blindfolded, with a choice of begging for chastity or being castrated. I'm crying like a real sissy bitch as she locks the smallest cage made on my now non existent penis, laughs, and breaks off the key in it. She tells me to decide either work the gloryhole for her to record and post online or be led out of the store by leash publicly and permanently her sissy slave.... Crying and humiliated I'm stopped at the front door of the store where I hear men and women laughing at me, she says out loud " you're not a man you're a sissy who will never touch that tiny little limp sissy clit again, I locked it in chastity and broke the key so you can only cum from having a sissygasm ever again. Then she slips something over my balls followed by pain, and explains the castration band stays on until I can cum like a true sissy. Proving that I am and always have been a sissy for dominant women and real alpha Males to use and abuse to fill their sexual wants and fantasies, or allow her to take the last of my masculinity permanently. Tears flow down my face as she records me bound, blindfolded, on a leash in front of a crowd of strangers at a sex store with the smallest chastity cage made and a castration band break my mind and any remaining delusions of being a man. I start to beg and plead with her to let me try and have a sissygasm right there with everyone watching and laughing as I swear to do anything she tells me to because I am her willing and obedient sissy slave for life if my mistress will allow me too try and save my worthless tiny sissy balls by having my first sissygasm right there for all to see. She agrees with conditions, my sissy clit is strictly off limits any touching or stimulation will cost me my balls no excuse, I must sit on and ride a dildo till I sissygasm or give up no vibrators allowed, and I have to suck every cock put in my face/swallow every drop of cum shot in my mouth/thank every man for his cum . I'm made to thank her for proving that I am not a man, and then she tells me the punishments for any failures plus I have to pick the handicap I want to endure while she she creates an online pay per view video blog to post all the humiliating videos she has got planned for my porn career. I can swallow one m2f transformation pill with every load of cum I swallow if I want estrogen lubrication on the 10 inch long 3 inch thick big black dildo, or swallow one pill everyother cum load but with numbing cream on the dildo make having a sissygasm take extremely long. I ask for more pills and estrogen lubrication and start to cry again when she says everytime I fail to swallow the pills or one drop of cum eagerly and with a smile another band will be added to my balls castrating me faster, failing to thank anyone sincerely results in an extra band, pill, and my home address. Every man I make cum before I can sissygasm adds a band I find out after I look into the camera and tell everyone that will ever watch my full name and that I wanted all this to happen and i willingly consented to this "forced feminization" video asking everyone to enjoy my "fantasy" come true of being actually made into a permanent sissy publicly in a forced feminization "simulation" movie with a forced fake smile acting excited about losing my failed life as a male. After the second band gets added everyone starts choking me unconscious with their cocks while telling me to rub my sissy clit and cum for everyone like the sissy I am, my castration is happening regardless and I should hurry up and have my first sissygasm and actually cum for the last time of my life. My first sissygasm has me shaking and moaning like a girl, then the blindfolded is removed as I cry and sob seeing my dead black balls knowing It's to late. I have to finish off the movie by thanking all the viewers, all the men who feed me their cum and feminization hormones, and my mistress for making my dreams come true turning me into a sissy that will never cum again. But my nightmare has just started... message me if you want to hear more.

great way to feed your slave

It started with me very anxious, i knew my Master’s aim and we have started negotiating about that and Him making me feel the balance He wanted to insert made my knees weak and so willing for Him. We really play with fire and sink in deep ocean what other might call abusing, emotionally and otherwise. He says He never sinked deeper with anyone but i sure do know i wouldn’t taste even a bit with someone else. His Sneaky nature makes trust risky but over the years He would saty around and all that flashed infront of my eyes. That night i was weak to make His fantasy come true and He was kind, then tomorrow i felt His sadistic side on strike and my nature always feels bound to make it happen what He craves, thirsty to taste it as well, dark corners He calls me into, corruption that makes Him so excited idk what exactly in me feels so tied by that. Like i want Him to know someone is there with all the connection to let Him taste it. Like some deep care so He can have His demons dance around me and consume me. Conflicted with second thoughts flashing tilting up and down, He is a beast He will ruin you, and in other hand hearing Him letting me know He is there for me happy He have that chance to be so free. It was the true, He can fix me only with His attention no matter how abusing it can feel or how corrupted an against what i would do in general. His lust takes me in His arms and make me dance like i never danced before, always conflicted anxiou but He say smile and be a good slut for your Master and that warmth and that strange trust, He will hold me He will not drop me. No matter how bad His sadistic is, a blind trust. So far i did so many things that makes my blood boils when i think about it but being risky with Him makes me wet and excited and so alive and so happy. We will manage, the connection is stronger than any issue we might have from past. I have never trusted more even in times i felt Him like a beast and was afraid what if He breaks me an doesn’t fix me. But then He pour confidence in me and desire for that path. And i made my choice, make His fantasy come true in all the conflict and i knew i’ll break into little pieces even tho i made mistake and said only with not knowing where our dynamic stands can break me i was so wrong. That yes, but that wasn’t the only thing. When i speak to „normal“ people i see how insane we both are and what we are doing, and i can see how they judge You, but that energy of Yours the desire to feel all no matter how bad it can be.. how did I find You , have You created that in me.. was it there.. I am losing sight of was i tor it is molded in me. A seduction but it can’t be because i have not felt more close to anything like i am to Your energy, even tho i am not corrupted and You corrupted me and now i beg for more just like You said i will. Eithr way i decided to jump when i feel my Lord that sadistic i always fear i know he will break me and abuse me deeply and i’ll suffer beyond what i can explain but then i trusted i trusted to all what he said to me and i knew one word will fix and i trusted He wants me as His toy, You fix in some point toy You like using. And that intimacy we were building makes me so more hungry and able to walk the path, it’s the puzzle more that was needed. It’s the fuel so that you can bare more and more and needed for deep deep ocean my Master is tempted with. So i visited the wolf pack, some details You know how i got there and then i figured i was desperate to prove myself even tho Master said you don’t have to slave, but I know His stubborn nature and if I haven’t tried so far we wouldn’t be here because i was so stubborn to be at His feet He looked in my direction at some point. I loved that change in Him, makes Him more open and it’s not selfish change, I want Him happy regardless. I knew what He wanted to get my all holes filled at once and i knew His corruptive wanted me not to use condom even tho at times He conflicted for me and that was soo tasty that it made me jump, He said that’s risky He was taking care of me, so I decided to take care of His corruptive to. It’s soo important we feed our desires or we go old so fast and spirit dies an soon we don’t know what we live for. We play on levels that are hidden but that cracked smile keeps You going us going for some time. So i was shameless slut of my Lord an i managed to poke and tease and then spill it out when i made the moment right asking professor, daddy and the watcher to make my fantasy come true and that i couldn’t trust anyone else with that. Long story short they accepted.. and while it started happening i knew this is where i break my innocence snapping under my Master’s fingers just like that and i know He likes to push so He pushed even more. With not fixing

I'm a believer in equal rights, but I'd like to own a slave. I'd treat her and feed her well, but I'd fuck the shit out of her 3-4 times a day.

I was thinking about waking up to a morning BJ. Then she'd cook me breakfast. After breakfast I'd fuck her on the kitchen table.

Then I was thinking I'd have her shower with me and soap my body up with breasts. Maybe fuck her clean and soaoy ass while we're there.

At night when I;m ready to sleep I'd have her ride my cock till I pass out and then cuddle with me to keep me warm,

First I have to say site is refusing to post some of fun gifs. And that our toys are almost here. And that friend asked for piercings lol
And that I know Master said he wouldn’t go frenzied but I know sadist in him enjoy that, or else why he would try to make nut case out of me ;p
And I had an interesting convo. Something about breaking a toy and her ego. Sounds like child neglect trauma to me. My begging comes from pure lust. From opposite nature from sadist. To feed my Masters need is not just something I think about. But feel as well. Like things that I want, such as collar or attention. But drive me crazy as well.. then I know it amuses Him.. such a loop. Or begging for attention. Just waiting a moment when he will feel his little troubled slave earned release. And write more of our stories and adventures 
P.S. pervs here, pray with me ;p
ones for therapy sessions apply with in :p

So I confess that this fantasy came from my head...

Sitting at the end of the block I could see the driveway of the boy's parent's home. It was about two hundred yards down the little street, and I was excited to see the boy peek out from the driveway and walk towards the car. I had brought a small camcorder to record the boy's walk from his house, and also to record the boy telling me out loud that he was going to totally submit to my will twenty-four hours a day, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year, until I see fit to release him from his enslavement.

Just eleven days ago he had been a completely naive, virgin, eighteen year old boy who struck up a conversation with an older man on a random chat site just because he was horny and wanted someone to talk to.

He had no idea what he was getting himself into during that online conversation, stupidly agreeing to come to my front door with his thin body shaven totally hairless to let me use him "however I wanted to." I can still picture the boy pulling that tight black winter hat over his eyes, unknowingly enslaving himself to me. He'd probably thought that the wildest thing he was going to do that night was pull his pants down outside the entrance to my place so I could look him over through the peep-hole. As he found out almost immediately, he was very wrong

Over those ten days the boy was changed permanently. As soon as he had entered my home he was restrained, collared, and very deeply ass-fucked while blinded by the hat with his arms secured tightly with handcuffs behind his back. He was then asked if he consented to what was happening to him while being video recorded to which he responded that he was. As soon as he nodded his consent he was throat-fucked and made to drink piss while kneeling in the shower. For the remainder of those ten long days, the boy was totally restrained, drugged, abused, and manipulated by multiple men, women, and toys.

I had kept the boy blind and deaf the whole time, making the young teen wear a video headset that forced him to watch and listen to a continuous feed of severely degrading and depraved bondage porn. whenever he wasn't blindfolded and being used by anyone, he would be tied up tightly in one of many painful positions, then he would have large rubber dildos and butt-plugs taped tightly in his mouth and perfectly shaved asshole that were meant to choke and gag his throat and keep his asshole stretched wide open.

I saw the boy at the end of the driveway looking around and realized he had no idea what my car looked like, he had been blindfolded the entire time. I waited till he looked back in my direction, then flashed my lights several times.

The boy turned and began walking towards my car slowly. As he walked he hung his head, completely disgraced and feeling totally worthless. I turned on the camcorder and began to film the boy's slow walk. As I filmed my little teenage slave walking towards my car, I narrated.

“This pathetic skinny boy walking towards my car turned eighteen a couple weeks ago. That means he's legally allowed to consent to all kinds of kinky sex. This is the same boy that has appeared in all of the teen slave video I made recently. This morning, I dressed him in tight young girls clothing and put him in very uncomfortable bondage, tying him to the bed in his bedroom at his parents home just before they arrived home from a vacation they had been on since before I even met this boy."

I paused in my narration and zoomed in on the boy's ashamed face.

He had obviously been found by his parents in the tight bondage I'd left him in this morning. The look on his downturned face was a mix of shame, obedience, and fear.

I then continued to narrate the video I was making as I recorded this boy choosing completely voluntarily to contact me again, completely cementing his position as my permanent, live-in slave boy who I could treat however I wanted.

"I gave him the choice of staying with his family, or coming with me. It looks to me like he's chosen to give his life to me, but I'll ask him once he is sitting in the back seat of my car so I can have videotaped evidence that the boy is totally consenting to what I want to do to him. If anyone comes looking for him, all I have to do is show them the video, that's why I've chosen to explain all this on video.”

Finishing my narration, I continued to film the small boy walking closer to my car, the limpness in his body and the shame in which he hung his head conveyed to me that his will and his self-esteem were just about gone. As the boy walked up to my car, I reached back and unlocked the back door. He got inside the car and shut the door.

I noticed that he was wearing sweats, and wondered what exactly had happened in that house over the last few hours. I mentally reminded myself to videotape a full confession of the boy later, explaining exactly what had happened when his parents had gotten home and seen him tied to the bed wearing the tight black shirt that said “Whore” on it and the little white spandex shorts that were probably supposed to be worn by a 14 year old girl playing volleyball. They were stretched so tight around his crotch that his little shaved cock made a large bulge. I wish I could have been there to see the reaction of his mother and father.

For now, I turned the camera to face the boy. He was sitting quietly in the back seat, his head hanging low as he stared down at the floor of my car. I pointed it at him for a few moments without him noticing and filmed the small, thin teenager sitting there cold and scared, then shut it off.

“Boy, I see that you have made the right choice. I hope you know that you are totally my property now, and that all of the perverted, painful, and horrible things that I've been doing to you so far are going to continue for as long as I want. In a few moments I'm actually going to allow you to talk, so listen very carefully to what I'm about to say.”

I grabbed the boy roughly by his neck and squeezed it tightly with one hand while yanking his hair back with the other, forcing him to look me directly in the eye. In this car was the first time he had seen me without a hood covering my face. Looking at him coldly, I spoke firmly and without emotion.

“You are my possession now. I own you. You are going to do whatever I tell you to do, right?

The boy nodded his head up and down, knowing that he wasn't allowed to talk until I told him to.

“I am going to turn on this camcorder and point it at your face. You are going to look directly into it and say your full name, your age, and your parents home address.”

The boy nodded his head up and down as he listened.

“You are then going to say that you consent to become a 24/7 slave to me, and that I permanently own you. You are going to say that you like being tied up and abused by older men, and that you will let any man who wants to abuse your body have full and total access to do whatever they want to you, as long as it's OK with me. You will tell the camera that you want nothing more than to be abused and bound and fucked in your little teenage mouth and that tight little asshole of yours. Do you think you can remember that?”

The boy nodded his head.

I took the camera, pointed it at him, and turned it on. He began to talk, but his head was still bowed in shame. I shushed him, then I put my hand under his chin and raised his face to meet the camcorder head-on. In the camcorder viewfinder you could see his face being lifted gently towards the camcorder by an obviously older and mature man's hairy arm, but nothing more. This was the first time he had been allowed to speak in my presence. His voice was high-pitched and very soft, almost like a young girl's. I nodded and he began to speak.

“My name is Jesse Rogers. I am eighteen years old, and my birthday is March 3rd, 1994. My parents live at 5429 Birmingham street in Royal Oak Michigan.” He paused.

I gave him a very dark and somber look because of the pause, and then I saw tears begin to form in his eyes. It was at this moment that I knew I had total control over this little teen boy. Not wanting him to cry on camera, I smiled at him and saw a calm look enter his face. He began to speak again.

“I give my full consent to become a 24/7 slave to my master, and he now permanently owns me. I enjoy when he ties me up even though it hurts a lot and gets really scary when he blindfolds me, and I love when him and his friends abuse me and choke me and put their cocks into my throat and my asshole. I promise that every man who wants to fuck and abuse my body will be allowed to do whatever they want with me as long as it's OK with my master.”

The boy fell silent. I turned off the camera and put my large hands around the boy's soft neck. As I felt the smoothness of his eighteen year old skin on the palms of my hands, I began squeezing his throat tightly while I looked him in the eyes.

His face began to turn a dark purplish red and he started gasping for air and struggling around on the back seat, terror growing in his eyes. I held his throat tight and yelled loudly at the little teenager who was struggling not to pass out.

“You forgot the best part boy. I'm going to turn on the camera again, and you are going to look right at it and say that you want nothing more than to be totally abused by as many men as possible. Say that you want to be bound and fucked hard in your throat and asshole. Tell me that you want men to choke you unconscious while they fuck your shaved little eighteen year old body. Say that you are totally worthless, that you were born to be a slave to a man, and that you will do anything I say.”

I released the boy's neck as he began to lose consciousness and he slumped over in the seat. I leaned over the front seat and slapped the boy hard repeatedly on his cheeks and face until he fully regained consciousness and sat up in the seat. I turned the camera back on and zoomed in on the boy's face, which was now bright red from getting choked almost to the point of blacking out and being slapped so hard over and over. The boy began to speak again in a very submissive, pathetic voice.

“I want nothing more than to be totally abused by as many men as possible.”

I nodded.

“I want to be bound, and then fucked hard in my throat and my asshole.”

I felt my erection growing in my pants.

“I want men to choke me unconscious while they fuck my limp little eighteen year old body. I am totally worthless. I was born to be a slave to a man. I will do anything you say.”

With that, I turned off the camera and took the hood from the front seat. It was a very tight leather hood with only a large mouth-hole. I put it over the boy's head and strapped it tight around his neck, plunging him into the familiar darkness. I took my handcuffs and secured the boy's wrists tightly behind his back, then I took a thick leather dog collar and strapped it tightly around the boy's neck. I leaned down and attached the collar to an O-ring I had installed in the floor of the back seat. I then drove straight for home.

Arriving at my place, I parked and got out of the car, then went around the side and opened the rear door. The boy was curled up in the fetal position with his neck attached tightly to the floor. I reached in and unlatched his collar, then roughly dragged him out of the car. I walked him to my front door, opened it, and led him inside.

I closed the door behind me, and turned to face the boy. He was wearing a sweatsuit, the collar, and the hood which made him look like the perfect example of a helpless young boy. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him roughly towards the basement.

Once we reached the basement room I got behind the boy and pushed him so his face was pressed tightly against the concrete block wall. I tugged his sweatpants down to his ankles and was amazed at what I saw.

The boy was still wearing the little white shorts I had put on him this morning! I reached down into the back of the shorts with one hand and felt my huge butt plug still in his asshole. He must have had in the entire time, so I put my hand around it and slowly began to work it in and out of his cute little bubble butt as he began shake and cry. After moving the plug around in his ass for a moment, I grabbed tightly and pulled hard.

I felt his asshole try desperately to keep the plug in, so I pulled harder until the boy began screaming and I heard a pop as the plug came out of his ass. I pulled it out of the white boy-shorts and threw it in the corner. With my other hand, I reached down into the front of the shorts and grabbed his hairless little cock. He still had the tight cock-ring on his hairless little teenage penis but it had gone kind of soft.

I knew he was still on the two Viagra, so I began to fondle him with my one hand while the other was holding his head tightly against the wall. I could feel his soft little cock getting harder in my hand and I squeezed it tighter and tighter until it was rock hard.

I could hear the boy whimpering through the leather hood, So I leaned in behind him and put my elbow around his throat, holding him tightly against me as I abused his teenage cock. Putting my lips to his ear, I whispered to him.

“It turns me on so much to see how scared you are boy. I am so glad that you chose to become my slave. I can't wait to see how the torture affects you, I'm going to do things to you that you will never forget.”

I felt as the boy's muscles became rigid, and his body began to shake.

“I'm going to choke you now. I'm going to put my hands around your neck and choke you until you are unconcious. Then I'm going to hang you by your collar from the ceiling. I am going to slap your body until you wake up from the pain, and right when you wake up I am going to force feed you the stimulants that I kept you on all week, but I'm going to give you a very high dose. After that, I am going to invite all of my friends over to have a little party. I am going to fuck your throat with a dildo until you can't breathe while my friends take turns fucking your little asshole and shoving toys inside of you.”

The boy was sobbing heavily through the hood, and as he cried I ripped the rest of his clothing off of him. Once he was nude, I unlatched one of his wrists and quickly re-latched it in front of his torso. I grabbed hold of the boy and lifted him a few inches off the ground, then attached the tight handcuffs to the large hook I had in the ceiling.

With the boy hanging by his wrists, I stood behind him and noticed that with the him hanging at this height, my cock lined up perfectly with his ass. The boy was crying loudly through the mask as I stuck my fingers into his mouth and gagged him while gathering up his saliva in my hand. I reached down and coated my hard cock in the teen's saliva, then grabbed him by the hips and slowly pushed myself into his hairless asshole as the boy cried and moaned

Once I was as deep as I could get in the boy, I took one hand and reached around the boy's smooth waist and began masturbating his little shaved cock. The boy was still crying, but I could tell he was becoming more calm. I wanted to make the boy terrified, so I squeezed his cock extremely tight as I began to fuck his asshole as hard as I could. The boy began flailing around and sobbing louder, and as I fucked and groped the teen I took my other hand and brought it up to his neck.

As I fucked the boy brutally, I began to choke him by his throat, stopping his airflow and sending his body into a state of panic. I was getting very close to cumming, so I choked the boy with both hands as tightly as I could and felt his body begin convulsing. As he struggled and shook, I felt his asshole begin to tighten around my cock every time he tried to breathe. As his asshole convulsed around my cock, I felt his body begin to grow limp.

Just as the boy was making his last attempts to breathe, his asshole clenched tightly around my cock and I couldn't hold back any longer. I gave the boy's throat a last squeeze and felt his body go slack as I pumped my cum deep into his eighteen year old ass. With the boy unconscious, I slowly pulled out of him, then grabbed a large leather belt and began slapping him all over his body. When he woke up, I wanted every inch of his body to be in excruciating pain, so I spent a good ten minutes whipping the boy's hairless body as it hung from my ceiling.

By the time I was finished, the boy had dark purple welts running up and down his entire body. I took a few pictures of the boy, then went upstairs to print them and put them in the mail to be sent to the boy's parents. Along with the pictures, I had previously written a well though out thank-you note to this boy's mother and father. I read the letter to myself out loud.

“Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rogers,

Thank you so much for raising such wonderful son. He is everything I could ever want in a teenage boy-slave. I have included several photos that I have taken of your son since he left your home to live in my basement and be a fuck-toy for my friends and I. He will be kept in severely painful bondage whenever he isn't having his throat or his asshole fucked, will be permanently collared.

I hope you enjoyed finding him when you arrived home from your vacation. Being tied up in your home was entirely his idea by the way, he didn't know how to tell you his true feelings about his love of submission so he decided it was best if you just found out accidentally.

He is mine now. I am going to abuse your son in every way I can think of. I'm going to put a plastic bag over his head and tape it tightly around his neck, then watch as he struggles to breathe. I'm going to take him to an adult movie theater that I know of, and I'm going to chain him by his arms and legs to a small table, then videotape different men fuck him in his ass until he screams. When he screams, a man will shove his cock deep into your son's throat and hold it there as he gags and slobbers all over it. I am going to attach muscle stimulators to your son's shaved little teenage body and turn the electricity all the way up. I can't wait to see his little body tied tightly to a table, convulsing as the stimulators torture his weak muscles until he can't even stand. I am going to take your son to Mexico with me the next time I go too. I've been wanting to make him fuck different things, and I know some men in Mexico that can help me with that.

Anyway, thanks again for raising the best slave a man could ever want, I will use him well.

Sincerely,

Master