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Chapter 2 - Sold
Pete
As soon as we got upstairs I asked Big Larry how much for the faggot.
That first taste of power and faggot throat was enough to let me know I wanted to own it, no I had to own it. Larry wasn't so keen on selling the faggot at least not yet. But I kept at him as we smoked, and eventually I wore him down and agreed on a price of $50 for it. We went and got the faggot without telling it anything about being sold, just brought it back outside and put it back into the trunk. The faggots face was caked with all the dried cum.
Larry
I was a little sad to see the faggot go as it was unloaded at Pete's place and pulled into the house. But there was no way the loser faggot was worth more the $50, plus I had already used its mouth and beaten it.
I didn't know what would happen to the faggot but I knew it wouldn't be good, I was pretty sure that for the rest of its pathetic life no one would ever treat the faggot with kindness or even as a human being again.
jeremy
I was chained to the pole in the dark for a long time. It took some time for my eyes to stop burning from the nut in them, with my hands still zip tied, and having no way to wipe them with my neck chained tight to the pole. Then someone came down the stairs and got me and loaded me back into the trunk without saying anything except directions on where to go.
After a drive I was unloaded and drug into another house by the second, meaner Man. The Man took me into the living room and without warning punched me in the stomach. I went down and doubled up, then I started crying because it felt like I was dying. While this was happening the Man was walking around me in a circle and telling me that he had bought me and that I was now owned property. He told me I was to call him Sir and that I had no rights or freedoms. Then he told me to get up and follow him, when I got to my feet he slapped me hard in the side of the head and told me that piece of shit faggots don't get to stand up, that they have to crawl on hands and knees. So I crawled as he led the way down the hall and into the bathroom. Then Sir took out his cock and told me I was going to hold it for him while he pissed. Still having my hands zip tied behind my back I was sort of confused. Sir must have seen the confusion on my face and said "with your mouth you stupid faggot".
With that I crawled forward and awkwardly got my face in position to hold the shaft with my mouth so it was lined up to piss into the toilet.
I could feel pee splashing up and onto my face as Sir pissed and laughed at my struggle to keep his cock under control and my body in place without falling. After Sir finished peeing he grabbed his cock, shook it in my face so even more of his pee went all over my face then wiped his dick in my hair.
Pete
I made the fucking faggot hold my dick with his mouth while I pissed. I remember back in prison men making bitches do that and I remembered how humiliating it was for the punks who were forced to do it. I planned on breaking this faggot in like a prison bitch. I told it that it no longer had a name that I took it away from it. That from now on it was piece of shit or faggot or bitch, and if I ever heard it say its name or tell anyone its old name that I would beat it so bad that it wouldn't walk for days. The faggot just looked down at the floor like a whipped dog, I figured it wouldn't take much at all if anything to break the faggot the rest of the way.
faggot (jeremy)
Sir told me I didn't have a name anymore, I was now just faggot or something worse from now on. I knew this was what I deserved, Men, superior Men had seen who I was my whole life, they had seen the weak bitch I was no matter how much I tried to camouflage it behind normal behavior. I had always been picked on and beaten up by Alpha Males because I was weak and submissive. Now I was the owned property of a mean Alpha Male and I had no idea what would happen to me. Sir had me follow him into the living room and kneel before him as he sat on the couch. Then he pulled his pants down and told me to start worshipping his balls. I started worshipping his hairy balls again. Sir just sat back and watched TV while I licked and sucked and kissed his balls, every now and then he would grab me by my hair and rub my face all over on his balls. I was enveloped in Sir's ball musk. Then Sir shoved his cock into my mouth. As before he fucked my face like I wasn't a person at all, just total disregard for my suffering or breathing. He grabbed my hair and pinned it down to the seat of the couch as he mounted my face and dropped his cock with all his body weight behind it onto my face. He pulled back then thrust back into my throat with all his force, he did that again and again until he was fucking my face.
Pete
I was fucking the faggots face like a pussy. I was slamming into the faggots throat as hard as I could fuck. I looked down and the faggot was a mess, it was all snotty and teary from the vicious face fucking, you could still faintly read the word faggot in permanent marker on its forehead, and it was gasping for breath every time it got a little chance to breath. Larry was right, this bitch ugly, I decided I didn't even want to look at the faggot trash anymore. So I slapped it hard then spun it around so the faggot was positioned over the couch with its ass facing me. The faggots back was all bruised and marked up from its beating and loser faggot was still readable across its pale skin. The humiliation that this faggot was living through made my dick rock hard. I started poking it into the faggots hole and heard a moan of pain come from the faggot. That was all I needed to ram balls deep into the faggot. Before the faggot could even finish yelling from the pain, I was slamming it over and over with vicious intent. I told it "take that dick bitch" that's when I heard the faggot very softly say "thank you Sir".
faggot
My skinny, naked body rocked forward on every hard thrust from the large, sweaty man that had mounted me and was taking me. Everything this man did was with vicious intent, I could feel how much effort he was pounding me with. The sound of his flesh slapping against me was all I could hear. Sir just kept pounding me for what seemed like forever, his balls were slapping against me. I was in my own world, lost in the cock fucking into me and how good it felt, somewhere behind me Sir kept saying "take that dick" and calling me faggot and bitch. He told me all I was in life was a hole for Men to cum in and before I knew what I was saying I was thanking him. My place in the world was being defined to me one hard thrust after another, I would never be an equal to a Man like this, I would always be a weakling, something to be ridiculed and forgotten about. This Man who didn't even know my name and would rather hit me than speak to me, had authority over my holes and he was showing me with each thrust.
Pete
I fucked the faggot with the intent to punish, I wanted to break the bitch for being so weak and pathetic. The faggot was moaning like a girl when I finally nutted in it, I pulled out and wiped my dick off in the faggots hair then shoved its face hard enough to make it fall off the couch. I let the faggot lay there for a few minutes then told it to follow me, this time the faggot remembered to crawl, and I lead it through the back yard to the shed. The shed was hot and stuffy and smelled like my old dog, I had his old cage still in there and told the faggot that it was home.
faggot
When the shed door shut I heard Sir locking it from the outside, it was almost totally dark in the small shed with just a few cracks of light breaking the darkness here and there. The cage was small and very uncomfortable, I couldn't move much beyond just laying in the fetal position, and my hands were still zip tied behind my back adding to my discomfort. My asshole hurt from the brutal fucking and all I could smell was Sirs ball sweat and piss all over my face. The heat and lack of food was making me feel weak but the pain in my hole kept bringing me back to the present. I cried for a while then I started thinking back to all of the things Sir had told me and I thought about how much respect and admiration I had despite the terrible way he treated me. I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I woke up still in the dark shed but I was very cold and shivering. After what felt like hours of being locked in the dog cage, cold and hungry, I finally heard the lock on the door to the shed move and all at once light streamed in, blinding me.
Pete
The sight of the faggot caged, naked and shivering made me laugh. The faggot couldn't have looked more pathetic, it didn't even try to look up. I unlocked the faggot's cage and I cut the zip tie around its wrists. I told it to follow me and it crawled behind me across the back yard and into the house. I again made the loser faggot hold my cock with its mouth while I took my morning piss. I wiped my dick off on the faggots face and flushed, the I told the faggot that if it wanted to drink it had better hurry the fuck up. When the faggot started to get up and move towards the sink I hit it hard. The bitch looked up from the floor with a mixture of fear and confusion, all I had to do was look towards the toilet and the faggot understood and got up on all fours and dipped its head into the toilet and I heard it start drinking like a fucking dog out of the toilet. I let it drink for a minute then I kicked it and told it to get its ass out into the backyard and kneel in the yard.
faggot
I was doing my best to drink as much water as I could get, it felt like it had been days since I had gotten anything to eat or drink other than pungent Man nut. It was cumbersome trying to gulp water out of the toilet with just my mouth and tongue. Then Sir kicked me and I fell forward and hit my head and face against the bottom of the toilet. Sir yelled at me to get my ass outside and kneel in the backyard, he said he had plans for me. I crawled outside and kneeled in Sir's backyard in the morning sun. The yard was overgrown and unkempt, piles of wood and other debris covered most of the small yard. Around the yard stood a wood privacy fence. After a while Sir came out and placed a leather dog collar around my neck, then he connected it to a chain that gave me a few feet of movement around a pole in the middle of Sirs backyard. Then he cuffed my hands behind my back again and pushed me down into the dirt.
Sir then told me he had stuff to do and that I should feel lucky he wasn't locking me back up in the cage in the shed. I had been laying in the yard for what felt like hours in the hot sun thinking about how hungry I was.