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After Master finally pulled out of my quivering ass, he inserted a very wide plug that my gaping hole eventually swallowed with some effort. I squirmed and bucked as Master’s warm liquids sloshed around inside me, occasionally feeling like they were going to be expelled at any moment, but the plug sealed me up tight and I couldn’t have forced it out even if I had wanted to. Before Master took me down off the table, he told slave Troy to turn over so that my former schoolmate’s rounded ass was directly below my face. Troy flipped over and instinctively jutted his smooth cheeks upwards towards me in anticipation. “Show Master how thankful you are for his kindness,” Master said. “Kiss and lick that little faggot boy ass for me.” I glanced up at Master’s grinning face and then looked at his fat, glistening rod fresh from its anal invasion. Then I stared down at Troy’s waiting ass. His cheeks were a smooth, cream color and there wasn’t a single hair to be found in his open crack. It looked naturally bare. I could see the pinkish button of his hole hiding slightly between those fleshy curves. As I hesitated, Master pulled my head up by my hair and leaned over Troy’s waiting ass and deposited a small stream of his own saliva down into the tender crack. I could see slave Troy’s ass shudder ecstatically and he raised it just a bit higher, wanting more. “There’s a start,” Master said. Then he lowered my face down to within an inch of Troy’s supple buns and I let my tongue slip out and point straight down into the small pool of Master’s warm spittle. I could sense Master’s delight as my tongue poked down into Troy’s wet crack for the first time and began stroking back and forth between his fleshy cheeks. At first, I was unsure, but after a few minutes, I began to relish the smooth, sensitive skin on my tongue and the way Troy’s ass responded when I tickled his tight little hole. After awhile, I was all over my best friend’s bucking hindquarters, passionately licking and kissing and pausing at times to gently tickle. There was so much more to being Master’s little faggot boy than just servicing his big dick. I learned that what pleases Master most is to see his little faggot boys go at it with each other. Both Troy and I understand that we are Master’s playthings. We will do anything Master tells us and he rewards us. Initially, that reward was just the pleasure of his superior manhood. But over time, the reward has developed into the satisfaction of pleasing Master fully and doing what we are told. After I had covered slave Troy with my eager tongue, Master presented his new erection to the scene and proceeded to do to Troy what he had already done to me. At first, I watched in amazement and awe as Master’s long, thick staff penetrated my best friend’s ass just below my face. Inch by incredible inch, that silky brown monster pushed its way in. Then I began to rub my smaller erection on Troy’s arching back and started kissing Master’s muscular abdomen every time he reached the hilt of his thrusts. Slave Troy moaned and groaned with pleasure during the whole process and was constantly begging Master to fuck him like a little faggot boy and thanking him for giving him what he deserved. Troy received his own plug after Master had spent himself inside my old schoolmate and then Master went to clean up. While Master was away, I could hear Troy moaning his pleasure underneath me on his belly. I watched his little boy hole tighten further as his ass adjusted to his plug and I heard Troy purr, “He’s so good to us. Master is so good to us. Can you feel him inside you? It feels so good.” I lay flat on Troy’s back and rested my head on his plump cheeks. Yes, I told him. Yes, I could feel Master inside me. And there was so much more of Master inside of me than inside of my buddy below. I gently kissed at Troy’s shuddering mounds of flesh and inhaled the scent of Master’s cum stains within his smooth crack. We both lay pressed against each other’s bare flesh, two little faggot boys impregnated with their Master’s seed Eventually, Master returned and put leashes on both of our collars and led us over to a chair. Master sat down with his legs spread open and tugged us to our knees. Slave Troy and I both huddled together between Master’s smooth, brown Latino thighs and I was finally allowed to hold Master’s thick, meaty member in my hands. Slave Troy immediately began kissing and licking Master’s jewels, which were resting comfortably on the seat of the chair like two golf balls in a bag. “How does it feel to hold a real man’s penis in your hands?” Master asked me. I thought to myself that it felt the same way as having Master’s warm juices filling my plugged, faggot ass. It made me feel humble in a way I had never felt before. And it made me feel honored for reasons I still can’t explain. Before answering him, I gently kissed the soft head of his flaccid manhood, letting the tip of my tongue enter his pee slit. Then I looked up at Master, took in his wide, muscular chest expanding with every breath and the way his satisfied smile lorded over us, and replied sincerely, “It feels good, Master. It feels SO good.” He patted my head and I proceeded to cradle his manhood in both of my hands, marveling at its size as it began to grow out of my grip. I kissed it and licked it and sucked on it with great passion and slave Troy joined me. Troy and I knelt there together, two naked little faggots pressed together between those rich Latino legs, bathing Master’s crotch with all our desires. Soon, we were not only kissing Master’s cock, but we were also kissing each other in the process, which greatly pleased Master. And knowing it pleased Master, our kisses became more passionate and more frequent. It took us a very long time to bring Master to his third orgasm of the night, but neither of us was complaining. It know it must have taken over an hour, and I could tell that Master was able to control himself and drag it out for as long as he wanted. And I was amazed at how much cum Master was still able to produce when he finally shot long jet streams of his milky goo over each of our eager lips. After Master’s huge pole ceased it’s flexing and began to relax, slave Troy initiated more kissing and we wound up sharing Master’s cream between us and licked off each other’s faces. We went on kissing each other and cleaning Master with our tongues for a good half hour and I remember wishing I could have stayed there all night pleasing Master like that. Later that night, Master bound Troy and me in a more closely knit 69 position that put our naked bodies flat against each other and that is how we slept. But before we fell asleep, Master sat by our bedside and instructed us to talk about the past and tell him how much we loved being his little faggot boys. Master always reminds us of our past and we are grateful that he has chosen to forgive us and has allowed us to service his needs. I realized that Troy and I had not only been instrumental in making Master what he is today, but in the process, we set ourselves up to become what we now were, Master’s little faggot playthings. Since Troy had been servicing Master since his experience in that ninth grade locker room, he had the most to say. I was amazed at how completely Master came to own his first slave and how willing Troy had been to please him. Then I made my own confession and told of my years of sneaking peaks in locker rooms and all the gay porn I had downloaded online and the countless times I jerked off to fantasies of big men. When Master left us alone to sleep, Troy asked me if I ever imagined it would turn out like this. I thought about that for a bit as I felt him kissing my balls and then confessed that I really did like seeing Sydney’s penis every time I pulled his pants down in back in school. “He was already more than twice my size back then,” I whispered. “It was longer and thicker and I just had to see it. I looked for every opportunity to tease him just to give me an excuse to yank his pants down. I had always hoped I could have found an excuse to touch it, but I was too chicken. I didn’t want the guys to think I was a faggot, too.” “But we are,” Troy said, licking at my balls. “We’re nothing but little faggots. I’ll bet every guy back then was looking at him the way we were. I overheard two guys one day in the bathroom saying how big Sydney was. We all laughed when you would pull his pants down like that, but seeing one that big also made us feel more insecure. I mean, if a kid with a big dick like that was a faggot, then what did that make little guys like us?” Troy had had much longer to think about those days. As kids, we always thought that the bigger the cock, the better the man. So if the biggest cock in school belonged to a guy we all laughed at and called a faggot, then every boy with something smaller must have had great doubts about themselves. Talking about Master’s cock gave the both of us erections again. I studied Troy’s stiffness and thought how small and insignificant it looked compared with Master’s, much the same as my own, which was even smaller. Before long, we were sucking on each other, pacifying ourselves to sleep like the little faggots we were. In the morning, Master gave me a list of guidelines to follow and sent me back off to my dorm. Since that first night with Master, I have watched my self-control and free will slowly evaporate. I long for his controlling touch constantly and I daydream about his fleshy pole all day long. And now that classes are back in session, I find it harder and harder to concentrate on my work. I am always begging Master to let me come over and please him, but he doesn’t always give me his approval. He says his denials increase my desire and teach me to always put forth a greater effort when I do get the chance to serve him. Next week, Master is having slave Troy and I each tattooed on our left buttock with a small flower, with Master’s initials in the stamen. Soon, I am to begin having all the hair down the crack of my ass zapped for permanent removal, just like Troy’s. Master has also said that faggot boys like me don’t need any pubic hair at all and I suspect that will be permanently removed, as well. Troy says it hurts like hell, but that when it’s all over, it will greatly enhance my experience as Master’s slave. Master is still young, like me, and hopes to find others to serve him like we do. He keeps me on campus to seek out others and direct them towards him. Master likes to chat with them online, first, to use that illusion of anonymity to get at their secret desires and find out what really makes them tick. So far, Master is talking with three other guys that I found. I got a part-time campus job cleaning up locker rooms and decided to approach those like me who aren’t so well endowed. Master says one of them has admitted to a bit of penis envy and that I might be seeing a lot more of him in the near future. While I continue to live my life and get my education, I now know that my overall outlook has changed dramatically. I am a slave to my desires. And my desires include pleasing Master and servicing his big cock. Whatever I do will be connected to these desires. Master says it is good for me to find other big cocks to serve, too. He said all good little faggot boys could never get enough of the big meat. So if you’re ever on campus or online, look for me. I can either help you find that big cock you’ve been craving, or I can be the slave that serves your every whim. I’ll be the guy with the flower on his ass who’s lost in a daydream about a large penis in my mouth: Master Sydney’s good little faggot boy. The End Comments and Correspondence to: littleboiblu4u@yahoo.com