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I'm feeling a little tight here

No it wouldn't, especially with the new generations. They don't have the sense of community that we did, or the generations before us. We played outside until the street lights came on, they didn't do that.

either your hands are tiny, or that is one fucking thick cock

Chapter 4 Saturday, June 26, 1993, 08:00 AM Rise and shine, my Mentor commands, "faggots attend to your duties, faggot bindel go to the living room, and wait with your friends." Still hooded, the men apply their efforts to breakfast. A wonderful aroma fills the air to my delight; I smell cinnamon and apples. Master walks in and says, "Good morning, faggots," we all tilt our heads and say, "Good morning, Master." An Omega says to Master, "I have your coffee at your seat, sir." Master nods his approval and sits himself down. A short time passes, and a bell rings out. danny's mentor says, "Come on, faggots, breakfast time." Coffee & freshly squeezed OJ to drink; Apfelpfannkuch (German pancake) and feta cheese omelets with baby spinach, caramelized onions and home-fries pan cooked in duck fat. We all chatted about last night over breakfast. The four of us were complemented for opening up so well. One of the Beta's said, "faggot worthington, your ass really sucked the cum out of my cock last night, and I thought I was pig." We took it for the complement as it was intended and lifted our glasses to being faggots. harry chimed in and said, "OMG, I thought I tasted you in his hole last night," everyone giggled. Master is pleased how well we're all getting along; the Mentors say, "faggot bindel, o'connell, colencheck, worthington, dishes." We say, "Yes, sir," we collect and clean the plates together, happily serving our brothers as they did us. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 10:00 AM My Mentor grabs my leash and hands it to my Alpha and says, "Take them for a walk, faggot." I get down on my hands and knees and obediently follow his lead as we leave the men behind. On the porch, my Alpha commands me to rise, hands me my leash, and says, "Follow me." We run around the property only wearing our collars and / or hoods. With our cocks flapping about in rhythm with our balls, naked as the day we were born. I feel natural in this, like this is proper and always missing. We make our way to a waterfall where my Alpha jumps off a cliff and right into a pool below. We all do this, waiting only for the person before us to clear the way. We sat on the shoreline, atop some rocks for a resting bit. The four Alpha's then line us up according to our Mentor, and begin with some calisthenics. Jumping jacks, push-ups, etc.… As we go through this work out regime, the Alpha asks us, "What are we here for," we recite, "Discipline, training, mentoring, and respect." WHY faggots, "BECAUSE FAGGOTS CRAVE COCK SIR". As I count out my sit-ups, I start to feel as if I had accidentally joined some secret faggot army. Alpha says, "Why would someone want to put their cock inside of your worthless faggot holes." The Beta's and Omega's start off saying, "IT IS MY DUTY TO BE FIT, SO I AM A FUCKABLE FAGGOT SIR." The Alpha's say, "What was that, faggots?" "IT IS MY DUTY TO BE FIT, SO I AM A FUCKABLE FAGGOT SIR." This repeats until we are back at the house. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 12:30 PM We make it back in time for lunch. A meal has been prepared for us by the fire pit. Turkey club sandwiches and a garden salad with some unsweetened iced tea. The boys and I notice four new men sharing the meal with us; they aren't wearing hoods, why? Master introduces us one by one as before. When Master gets to me, he says, "faggot bindel, this is Dom Chris, Dom Joseph, Dom Igor, and Dom Marco. They are above your mentors, just so you understand the order of things." I Reply, "Sir, yes sir." Master says to the four men, "faggot bindel celebrated his eighteenth birthday with us last night, isn't that right, faggot bindel?" "Sir, yes sir." Dom Chris is the man who made your cake, faggot. I get down on my knees before him, look up, and I say, "Thank you, sir Chris, thank you, sir." He motions me up and says, "I hope you enjoyed it, faggot." "Sir, very much, sir." He turns to my Master and says, "What a fine candidate, sir." We continue our lunch and allow some time for digestion. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 01:15 PM Master claps, we all rise awaiting our orders. "Faggots to your service, faggots bindel, worthington, colencheck, and o'connell, your duty is to bathe these men. Make them feel welcome," we reply as one. "Sir, yes sir." Sir Chris takes my leash, and as is expected of me, I get on my hands and knees, then follow obediently behind him into the house to another bedroom on the second floor of the house. The room is handsome with a large bed, fire, a small porch, and a reading chair with an ottoman. Dom Chris sits down in the reading chair and says, "Faggot, go draw me a bath." "Sir, yes sir." I prepare the tub, return to him and await instructions. He says, "Rub my feet, faggot." Looking right in his eye, I say, "Sir, yes sir" and begin my service. This guy is hot, maybe 27, 6’ 175 pounds, blond, blue, and in shape. I take his shoes and socks off slowly. Lustfully, I scan him as I rub his feet. I ask Dom Chris to be excused for a moment; he nods as I go to turn off the water. I return to the room and say, "Sir, your bath is ready, sir." He starts to undress as I say, "Excuse me, sir, please allow me." I start with his motorcycle armor, which is covered in dead bugs, then I slowly lift his T-shirt, putting my face right into his armpit just for a little more than a sniff, then move my head right into the center of his chest to feel the hair on my smooth boyish face. Then as I look right into his eyes, I slowly get on my knees and unbutton his pants. I peel his tight jeans off one leg at a time. Now the prize, with my teeth and tender soft hands, I pull his boxer briefs down and off as I push my face right into his crotch. Feeling his bush and breathing deeply of his scent. His penis, long, gloriously thick with a bulbous head, and a very pronounced vein on the top of his shaft. I stand before him and say, "Follow me, sir." I escort him into the bathroom, where I assist him into the tub. I get the luffa sponge and begin my service to this man as he lays back. I tenderly scrub every inch of him, leaving nothing to chance. I use my hands to give a closer inspection of my work. As I'm shampooing his hair with my crotch besides his face, he grabs my ass with his left hand and invites me into his bath. Dom Chris unplugs the drain and turns the water back on. Dom Chris said, "I prefer the room a little steamy, and this water could use some freshening." Smiling, I ask if I may rub him so that he might be able to relax. He nods his approval, and I begin with his shoulders. I pull myself closer to him, finally feeling his soft short beard rubbing on my face. My delicate hands starting from the top of his crack slowly making their way up past his neck. Having him in my arms, I return to his shoulders where I find a knot. I ask Dom Chris if I may please sit behind him to apply the proper pressure. With his deep and commanding voice, he says, "No, that's ok, you're doing just fine where you are, faggot." Dom Chris commands me to sit back and put my legs up on the sides of the tub. of course; I obey without hesitation. With his rough and callused hands, he feels my long slender legs falling on the outside and back towards him once he hits my back side. My cock is hard with its head poking out of the water. He notices my arousal and smiles. As I stare into his deep blue eyes, I ask if there's anything I may offer him. A beverage, a towel, me perhaps? Tempted by my offer, he pulls my legs towards him and feels his way down to my nether region. His cock now pressed against my pink hole, pulls me in a tad further. I feel him enter me a smidge, my eyes opening wide now, "I say thank you, sir, I offer myself freely for you to enjoy, please accept my submission to you, sir." Dom Chris says, "Just you wait, faggot." As he gets up and slaps his wet cock all over my face with his hairy balls rubbing on my lips. He looks down and says, "Open your mouth, faggot." I obey as he grabs the back of my head and spits in my mouth. Without blinking, I swallow and await his anything. Dom Chris smiles as his hands come to my armpits and begins to lift me upwards. He forces my head to the side as he sucks on my neck up and down. I'm panting like an overheated dog; with my erection distancing me from his complete embrace. Dom Chris spins me around with a firm grip, his hands strong and demanding. He bends me over the edge of the tub, my body yielding to his dominance. Dom Chris says, "Offer me your hole, faggot." I eagerly obey, offering him my tender backside in an arching manner. His fingers dig into my flesh as he forces my legs apart, exposing me completely, leaving me vulnerable and at his mercy. I grab the sides of the tub, my knuckles white with the effort, bracing myself for what's to come. He slaps his cock on my moist spot as I gasp. He then gets on his knees, separating my cheeks, revealing my special place, and starts to suck with his lips on the sides of my hole. Up and down, either side, over and over. My gasps grow with intensity as I reveal my true submissive nature to him. He then begins to taste me, slowly offering me his strength upon my tender young fleshy buttocks. His tongue probes what's left of my innocence. As my whimpers transform into uncontrollable pants, I utter in submission, my hole is yours, sir. This excites him as his probing deepens inside of me with a stronger separation of my cheeks. His beard softly rubs my revealed tenderness as his probing continues. His hands releasing my cheeks, slowly feel up my chest. He ceases his exploration and pulls me back to him, holding me in his embrace. My head dips back to offer myself as I feel his still-wet hairs brush me. He says, "Get a towel, faggot" as his cock glides over my offered fuck-hole. I reach for a towel and begin to dry our two bodies molded as one, as I had always dreamt. Mostly dry now, he gets out, then picks me up by my hind quarters and pulls me in. With both arms, I grab around his shoulders, locking both arms around his back. My legs wrapped around his torso like a snake. He carries me back to the room with him sucking at the side of my neck. Holding my ass cheeks apart, offering a slight gentle breeze upon my hole, which gives a welcomed tingle. He throws me down and forces my arms up as he sucks on my armpit. Unable to respond, my legs instinctively rise as they spread. Completely on offer for him, his tongue probes down my chest with his nibbles. The few hairs that I have developed thus far are pulled by his tongue. I offer no resistance to his attempts; I eagerly await any abuse he wishes to inflict upon me. Dripping precum like a leaky faucet, my hunger grows for this man: God please let me have him tonight. He makes his way to my member and tastes my urethral emissions. Much to his delight, he enjoys my member going all the way down on me. He gives me a tonguing on my shaft as he puts my legs down. He turns his body, forcing his champion into my needing mouth. As I choke on his cock, he lovingly sucks on mine. He forces my legs back as he deep throats me. Sucking my remaining teenage innocence down without hesitation, his callused hands rough up my offered prize with their entrance. So, he applies lube to his cocks new home as I moan in relief that my tender young flesh is to his liking. With each thrust of his, my throat gives way to his force. With my phlegm flowing like bubbling spring, he fucks my face harder. My head, buried in this mattress gave up long ago, and allows the continuous assault to occur unimpeded. He pulls himself off of me, sensing that I am on the brink of release, his control over my pleasure unyielding. Stepping off the bed, he grabs my ankles with a firm grip, his touch both dominant and possessive. He pulls me towards him, my body yielding to his command as he enters my surrendered territory with the ferocity of a liberated city, welcomed with delight and submission. He enters and exits me in a twisting fashion. Unable to control myself, I beg him for more. With my arms still up and my mouth open, whimpering in my bliss. He commands me to clench my hole. He notices my efforts and smiles as I feel his excitement grow with his veracity of his cock hammering my hole. He looks in my eyes and sees me reveling in delight and pain. He gives a powerful slamming thrust. His thrusts are challenging, pushing me to my limits, and my noises are involuntary, a symphony of pleasure and pain that fills the air. Each movement is a claim, a reminder of his power and my surrender. I am his to command, his to use, and I revel in the intensity of the moment. He enters and exits me in a twisting fashion, his cock exploring every inch of my depths, driving me wild with desire. Unable to control myself, I beg for more, my voice a desperate, pleading whimper. "More, please, more," I cry out, my arms still braced against the tub, my body trembling with need and ecstasy. Dom Chris commands me to clench my hole, his voice firm and unyielding. I obey, my muscles tightening around him, gripping him with all my strength. He notices my efforts, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he feels my hole clench around his cock. His excitement grows, his thrusts becoming more vigorous, more intense, his cock hammering into me with renewed ferocity. I beg for his load like a proper faggot, my voice a desperate, plead. "Cum in my ass, sir, mark me as your territory." The words tumble from my lips, a mix of submission and desire, as I offer myself completely to him. I see his eyes widen with resolve, a primal hunger ignited within him, and I know that I have pushed him to the edge, to the point of no return. Just then, that glorious sound escapes his mouth, a roar of pure, unbridled pleasure. His eyes roll back, and his body tenses, every muscle coiled and ready to release. In that moment, he is a god, a master of his domain, and I am his willing sacrifice, his vessel for pleasure and submission. He empties his balls inside me, his cock pulsing with each powerful jet of cum, filling me completely, stretching me to my limits. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain, as his essence marks me, claims me, makes me his. I can feel the warmth of his load, the sticky, thick liquid coating my insides, a testament to his dominance and my surrender. He collapses atop me, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. We are both exhausted, spent from the intensity of our acts, but there is a profound sense of satisfaction, a completion that leaves us both sated and content. I thank you, dear God, for you have delivered me to this moment, this place of pure, unfiltered bliss. Together, we snuggle up, our bodies entwined, finding comfort in each other's embrace. The world outside fades away, leaving only the here and now, the shared experience that has bonded us, the pleasure and pain that define us. We drift off into a brief, much-needed nap, our bodies and minds at peace, ready to face whatever comes next, together. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 05:00 PM As always, this weekend anyway, I'm led by my leash outside to the patio and pool area, an exquisitely curated oasis with an emphasis on relaxation and aesthetics. A generously-sized pool, a kitchen grill station, a fully stocked bar, and enough seating for any occasion. Fantasy Island has nothing on this place, I think with a smile, as I notice my tenderized rump. I spot my Mentor over at the bar; can't mistake that happy trail with anyone else. Master lays down on one of the lounge recliners, enjoying a cocktail with the Doms. "Guys, please help yourselves to the bar," he says, pointing towards the Red Oak tree. Capital idea; looks like I have little choice but to indulge, myself yet again. I head to the bar and see about a Margarita. My Mentor notices me struggling to salt the rim. With an open hand, he grabs my chest, pulls me in and whispers, "faggot bindel, you know how to eat an ass like the best of us. Why are you having an issue rimming this glass?", As his cock meat stuffs itself between my buns expertly. With his other hand, he takes the glass from me, opens the sponge tray; just then it clicks for me. "Thank you for your instruction, sir. May I pour you one as well?" Without moving, he grabs his glass and slowly says, "Fill me up, faggot." I am never leaving this place, ever. "Yes, sir, with pleasure, sir." We retreat to one of the smaller tables by the pool as he leads me by my collar. We sit and talk about where we're from, and then he asks, "You're pretty young for this lifestyle, what brought you into it?" I told him about the ad I saw online and say, "When I read about the control part, I was turned on. The rest of the text only reassured me of my suspicions. I really like the dynamic of how you give of yourself in trust. How it's not about merely sex; it's about a way of life; the sex just comes with the lifestyle." He nods thoughtfully, and then with a soft smile, he shares, "Submission is trust offered, and the control is love given." He nods in agreement and says, "Yeah, sex is boring compared to this. I can't even think about meaningless one-night stands. With this, I either take or give fully with a man. No half measures, no holding back." As the rest of our pack joins us, and we continue the conversation, exploring each other's appreciation for the lifestyle and the code. As our are almost depleted, the Omega gets up, and I say, "Excuse me, sir. I do believe I'm the one in need of more experience. Please allow me to attend to this matter sir." As I start up on the drinks, Master, wearing an apron, is messing with the grill. He says, "faggot bindel, how are you enjoying yourself?" "Oh, just fine, sir. Thank you for having me, sir, as well as having me over, sir." As I cheekily show my backside. He smiles and asks if I could freshen him up. I smile and say, "Every way that I can for you, sir." Smiling, he replies, "Just the drink for now, faggot, for now." The men, Dom Igor and Dom Joseph, take notice of my flirting and don't attempt to hide it. Dom Joseph asks, "How do I like my meat?" I devilishly smile at them, slightly gaze down, then back up. "For a steak like that, just finished screaming with a bit of char, sir," looking back down at their crotches, "raw, as God intended, sir." The three men laugh at my advance and reply, "The night is young, just like you." I raise my glass and say, "Indeed," with my boyish smirk. I collect the drinks I just made, excuse myself, and return towards the table. I overhear Dom Joseph ask Master, "Well, how was he?" Master replies, "Very choice." I smile, for I'm as giddy as a schoolboy. A little time passes, and Dom Igor approaches and says, "Faggot bindel," (in a moderately thick Russian accent) "come with me." "Yes, sir," as I excuse myself from the table. Dom Igor grabs me by my cock and balls and leads me back to the grill. He hands me a steak and a baked potato smothered in butter, absolutely perfect on a plate, and says, "This won't be the only meat you get tonight, faggot." I reply, "I certainly hope not, sir," as I smile with blushed cheeks. One by one, Master serves up steaks to the gang. After dinner is finished, we continue to enjoy the patio, the libations flow freely as our conversations carry on. What began as a gentle breeze grows wild, and begins to spoil the mood.

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