MasterJordan
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My name is Jordan and I am here to talk about my sex slave and secret little joke I call Nathan.
I met Nathan in high school. I was one of the "popular" kids who would smoke, take drugs, get drunk and have sex with girls, but although Nathan would hang out with us, it was easy to tell he was just a mama's boy tagging along.
Little by little, once Nathan had been introduced among us, we realized that he wasn't like us and started to exploit that and use him as a fall guy.
When we wanted free drink for the night, we'd get him to go and steal some for us just so we didn't get in trouble, but we never respected him.
He was too much of a faggot coward to stand up to us and so he'd just do as we told him and when we'd all be having fun, he'd just sit down away from the crowd at parties while the real men like me were busy getting laid by the hottest chicks in school. We thought we'd not throw him away and tell him where to go because he served a purpose and made our lives easier because he could be easily manipulated into doing our bidding. So we let him tag along for our amusement, but as time went by, our use of him became more abusive. One night when we all 18 and we were all drunk, there were about five of us around my new apartment I'd just moved in.
I had my girfriend round there as well and once again, Nathan was just sitting there and passively listening. We started playing a game of darts against the wall and we were all giggling.
"Stop it, you'll get me evicted", I said to the rest, with the little sobriety I had.
My girlfriend, Becky looked at me with drunk eyes and said: "Well what are we gonna do?"
It had gotten late and we'd run out of conversation.
Gerard, one of my friend who had a slightly twisted streak to him said:
"How about we take it in turns to be a dart board?"
"Fuck that", I said and for a moment thought he was only joking, but Gerard insists that someone actually act as a dartboard for us.
"Ok," he say, "who amongst us is the weedy fucker that does anything we tell him?"
We all knew that Gerard was referring to Nathan, but none of us are bullies, so we just all start laughing without saying what at.
Nathan intuitively realizes the joke is on him and his face dropped and looked a little scared. Gerard looks at Nathan and says "Go on, this'll be fun. bend over so we can chuck darts at you."
"No, I ain't doing that." replies Nathan, the fear on his face quite evident.
Gerard takes a more commanding tone and says:
"Get up and pull trousers down and bend over." He says this as Gerard too gets up and walks over to Nathan. When Nathan realizes Gerard was getting closer and meant business, he said: "Alright, alright" and did exactly as he was told.
I was shocked and surprised to see him expose his bare ass so submissively. As I sat there with my arm around my girlfriend, I see his ass in full. It is smooth and like a teenage girls and before I could stop it, a rush of sexual excitement overcame me.
That night, we all laughed as we threw darts at his ass and laughed at his girly squeals.
As time went by, Nathan became a serious victim of our abuse since that night. Before he was a pathetic idiot we just used, but now he symbolized a form of comic relief.
One time, he made advances to another woman in the neighborhood. When I found out that he was doing that, a dominating streak emerged in me and I went up to the same woman he had made a move on and used my charisma to get into her bed.
Once I'd nailed her, I emailed pictures of me fucking her to Nathan on the day before he was about to have a date with her.
I expected him to fight me or at least show his anger, but he just carried on as normal and pretended as if I was fully within my rights to do so. What a chump, I thought.
One night, he was around my flat of an evening. I had calculated to get him there alone with me and made sure he was intoxicated, this was when we was both 19.
After a long night of drinking, I mentioned the subject of his virginity. For awhile, he answered my questions with the same bravado I would expect any failure of a man to front. But then, once I'd deceived him into believing I was concerned about it as a friend, he broke down and confessed he was still a virgin.
Hearing this news, a rush of masculine ego went to my head. After applying my charisma and manipulation to him, Nathan finally bent down to me as the superior man. I sat down in my leather armchair and let him suck me off. His body is weak, emasculated and feminine. He grovels at my crotch in worship of everything he cannot be and sucks like a whore to punish himself for the androgynous failure of a man he has become.
As he was worshiping my large masculinity with his mouth, an aggressive and dominating element to my personality erupted. I get up, look down at his scared baby eyes and put my hand around his throat, not violently, but not lovingly either. I pull him up and he gets up at my command. I jab him into the bedroom, pushing his naked back into the room and then with force push him over onto the bed. He's laid face down on the bed and I mount him.
I push my big hard penis in his girly ass. His body paralyzes and he lets out a girly cry of pain. I can tell it hurts him, but I put my hand around his mouth and push harder and deeper in. He does not resist, only whimpers to let me know how big and effective as a male I am.
I continue thrusting with his face down. I take my hand away from his mouth and grab his hands in restraint instead.
He just lays there accepting his fate, submissively accepting my domination and my unashamed violations force him to stutter castrato pleas. He complained how it hurt, but he enjoyed his obedience and realized that a young man of my sexual prowess reserved the right to abuse him for my enjoyment. He consented to my emasculation, despite his intense sexual arousal being built on fear and confusion. Toward climax, I gripped him harder with my muscular arms surrounding his weakling ones. He heard my aggressive expressions of masculine orgasm as I ejaculated into him. I kissed the back of his neck so as to cherish my newest possession, but also as to manipulate him into coming back for more of my abuse.
Now we are both 21, Nathan lives with me in secret and now he has to as his mother has lodged out his old room. He knows therefore that I have the power to make him homeless. He does not have the pleasure of mixing with the outside world lest it is to serve me and he is still a virgin to women as he will always will be. He remains in my house and performs my chores, a maid who waits patiently for me, ready to serve me when I come home. I still take women home and fuck them as he witnesses the liberty I take over him as he hides himself in the wardrobe deriving sexual thrill as I take his former fantasies, fantasies he once foolishly lusted after as he was deluded about the fact he would ever make a real man and I show him that what he wants belong to me as the superior man. I take his dreams of being a real man and crush them in front of him.
When the women and friends I keep have gone, he comes out of hiding to market himself freely as an object of my abuse. He, or should I say it understands it's place, beneath me.
He has no future but as an unrewarded slave and now this dirty little secret of mine embodied in a thin, weak and wan emasculated husk of pale flesh should now begin to become aware that I am not the only one who finds him laughably pathetic. I am not the only one who enjoys bullying him and robbing him of his masculinity with my strength as a superior male and that the shockingly callous truth of the matter is that no woman will ever value such a weak male with such a small penis, the shockingly callous truth that in nature for billions of years that stronger of the species preys upon the weaker.
He should be belittled by women on the grounds of his useless size of his penis and lusted after by men who find his soft, innocent and weak flesh to beg them to defile it, to beg them to corrupt his innocence and to bully him into submitting and accepting he is the weaker of the species. I provide with me his photos of times when I have told him to pose as a woman, times when I have told him to advertise himself in a whoreish manner and bend down in readiness for my abuse and also of pictures of his pathetic and insignificant penis which should be laughed at and mocked.
See the uncensored blog with photos of my sweet little slave at:
http://weaksissyslave.blogspot.co.uk/
Will be updated regularly.
I met Nathan in high school. I was one of the "popular" kids who would smoke, take drugs, get drunk and have sex with girls, but although Nathan would hang out with us, it was easy to tell he was just a mama's boy tagging along.
Little by little, once Nathan had been introduced among us, we realized that he wasn't like us and started to exploit that and use him as a fall guy.
When we wanted free drink for the night, we'd get him to go and steal some for us just so we didn't get in trouble, but we never respected him.
He was too much of a faggot coward to stand up to us and so he'd just do as we told him and when we'd all be having fun, he'd just sit down away from the crowd at parties while the real men like me were busy getting laid by the hottest chicks in school. We thought we'd not throw him away and tell him where to go because he served a purpose and made our lives easier because he could be easily manipulated into doing our bidding. So we let him tag along for our amusement, but as time went by, our use of him became more abusive. One night when we all 18 and we were all drunk, there were about five of us around my new apartment I'd just moved in.
I had my girfriend round there as well and once again, Nathan was just sitting there and passively listening. We started playing a game of darts against the wall and we were all giggling.
"Stop it, you'll get me evicted", I said to the rest, with the little sobriety I had.
My girlfriend, Becky looked at me with drunk eyes and said: "Well what are we gonna do?"
It had gotten late and we'd run out of conversation.
Gerard, one of my friend who had a slightly twisted streak to him said:
"How about we take it in turns to be a dart board?"
"Fuck that", I said and for a moment thought he was only joking, but Gerard insists that someone actually act as a dartboard for us.
"Ok," he say, "who amongst us is the weedy fucker that does anything we tell him?"
We all knew that Gerard was referring to Nathan, but none of us are bullies, so we just all start laughing without saying what at.
Nathan intuitively realizes the joke is on him and his face dropped and looked a little scared. Gerard looks at Nathan and says "Go on, this'll be fun. bend over so we can chuck darts at you."
"No, I ain't doing that." replies Nathan, the fear on his face quite evident.
Gerard takes a more commanding tone and says:
"Get up and pull trousers down and bend over." He says this as Gerard too gets up and walks over to Nathan. When Nathan realizes Gerard was getting closer and meant business, he said: "Alright, alright" and did exactly as he was told.
I was shocked and surprised to see him expose his bare ass so submissively. As I sat there with my arm around my girlfriend, I see his ass in full. It is smooth and like a teenage girls and before I could stop it, a rush of sexual excitement overcame me.
That night, we all laughed as we threw darts at his ass and laughed at his girly squeals.
As time went by, Nathan became a serious victim of our abuse since that night. Before he was a pathetic idiot we just used, but now he symbolized a form of comic relief.
One time, he made advances to another woman in the neighborhood. When I found out that he was doing that, a dominating streak emerged in me and I went up to the same woman he had made a move on and used my charisma to get into her bed.
Once I'd nailed her, I emailed pictures of me fucking her to Nathan on the day before he was about to have a date with her.
I expected him to fight me or at least show his anger, but he just carried on as normal and pretended as if I was fully within my rights to do so. What a chump, I thought.
One night, he was around my flat of an evening. I had calculated to get him there alone with me and made sure he was intoxicated, this was when we was both 19.
After a long night of drinking, I mentioned the subject of his virginity. For awhile, he answered my questions with the same bravado I would expect any failure of a man to front. But then, once I'd deceived him into believing I was concerned about it as a friend, he broke down and confessed he was still a virgin.
Hearing this news, a rush of masculine ego went to my head. After applying my charisma and manipulation to him, Nathan finally bent down to me as the superior man. I sat down in my leather armchair and let him suck me off. His body is weak, emasculated and feminine. He grovels at my crotch in worship of everything he cannot be and sucks like a whore to punish himself for the androgynous failure of a man he has become.
As he was worshiping my large masculinity with his mouth, an aggressive and dominating element to my personality erupted. I get up, look down at his scared baby eyes and put my hand around his throat, not violently, but not lovingly either. I pull him up and he gets up at my command. I jab him into the bedroom, pushing his naked back into the room and then with force push him over onto the bed. He's laid face down on the bed and I mount him.
I push my big hard penis in his girly ass. His body paralyzes and he lets out a girly cry of pain. I can tell it hurts him, but I put my hand around his mouth and push harder and deeper in. He does not resist, only whimpers to let me know how big and effective as a male I am.
I continue thrusting with his face down. I take my hand away from his mouth and grab his hands in restraint instead.
He just lays there accepting his fate, submissively accepting my domination and my unashamed violations force him to stutter castrato pleas. He complained how it hurt, but he enjoyed his obedience and realized that a young man of my sexual prowess reserved the right to abuse him for my enjoyment. He consented to my emasculation, despite his intense sexual arousal being built on fear and confusion. Toward climax, I gripped him harder with my muscular arms surrounding his weakling ones. He heard my aggressive expressions of masculine orgasm as I ejaculated into him. I kissed the back of his neck so as to cherish my newest possession, but also as to manipulate him into coming back for more of my abuse.
Now we are both 21, Nathan lives with me in secret and now he has to as his mother has lodged out his old room. He knows therefore that I have the power to make him homeless. He does not have the pleasure of mixing with the outside world lest it is to serve me and he is still a virgin to women as he will always will be. He remains in my house and performs my chores, a maid who waits patiently for me, ready to serve me when I come home. I still take women home and fuck them as he witnesses the liberty I take over him as he hides himself in the wardrobe deriving sexual thrill as I take his former fantasies, fantasies he once foolishly lusted after as he was deluded about the fact he would ever make a real man and I show him that what he wants belong to me as the superior man. I take his dreams of being a real man and crush them in front of him.
When the women and friends I keep have gone, he comes out of hiding to market himself freely as an object of my abuse. He, or should I say it understands it's place, beneath me.
He has no future but as an unrewarded slave and now this dirty little secret of mine embodied in a thin, weak and wan emasculated husk of pale flesh should now begin to become aware that I am not the only one who finds him laughably pathetic. I am not the only one who enjoys bullying him and robbing him of his masculinity with my strength as a superior male and that the shockingly callous truth of the matter is that no woman will ever value such a weak male with such a small penis, the shockingly callous truth that in nature for billions of years that stronger of the species preys upon the weaker.
He should be belittled by women on the grounds of his useless size of his penis and lusted after by men who find his soft, innocent and weak flesh to beg them to defile it, to beg them to corrupt his innocence and to bully him into submitting and accepting he is the weaker of the species. I provide with me his photos of times when I have told him to pose as a woman, times when I have told him to advertise himself in a whoreish manner and bend down in readiness for my abuse and also of pictures of his pathetic and insignificant penis which should be laughed at and mocked.
See the uncensored blog with photos of my sweet little slave at:
http://weaksissyslave.blogspot.co.uk/
Will be updated regularly.
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