Step Two: Looking the part

There is something delightfully satisfying in waking up a dirty faggot with your cock buried balls deep, inside of their tight white hole. Fucking them awake and hearing them moan and slowly wake up again to their new reality as nothing more than a piece of fuck meat with my big black cock deep inside of their man pussy.

There is something very satisfying of a new faggot pushing back onto your thick slab of black man meat and giving you the pleasure you merit. “You was born to be used as a cum bucket!” I whispered to Rich as he responded with another pushback and a moan around my meat.

“Yes, master. Fuck me hard please. I need it!” He was right he needed my heavy-set cock inside of him, using him like you would a cheap dockland whore. and so, I gave him exactly what he was after. Big and juicy Black cock. I grabbed hold of his hips and piston fucked his tight hole until he was almost screaming in delight. I didn’t want him to cum at all. I wanted to keep him horny for today at the very least. A horny gay bitch is an obedient one. I was ready to cum though and so I pulled my cock from his hole, pulled him round by his red mop, jack my cock inches away from his upper fuck hole, and shot my load all over his faggy face. Some owners would make their property wear it as a mark of ownership all day and I have done that myself. However, this is a slave that could easily pull away from the situation and I didn’t want that too happen. It is best to go slow with his new normal. Slowly adding things one stage at a time. There would come a time when he will be walking round with a thick covering of man paste on his face all day. Not today.

Time for both of us to head for the shower.

**

I made him wait on his knees, with cum dripping from his face whilst I had a warm shower, He looked kind of cute. Every so often I would spot him wiping his face with his fingers and then he would lick his fingers immediately after, like he was pooh bear licking clean the inside of the honey jar. Clearly, he understood that an Alphas man seed is precious and that he should always consume it down his throat or absorb it through his skin. Soon he would understand what other Alpha fluids are precious too. He looked like one of those dirty cock suckers on the floors of dark rooms in the seedy clubs of Soho. After I stepped out, I ordered him to towel me down. I turned to him and began a little speech.

“Here is the thing. I can take this has far as you want me to, and further still. There will be a point where you will cross over the line and will be unable to come back from it. You have not said very much at all since I began using you as a slut, and you have allowed me to do everything to you I wanted to, clearly this is what you want and frankly I am not too enthusiastic in a service animal like you having a voice. Here is the time to stop becoming my faggot. After today it will be more difficult for you to go back to the way they were. If you step in the shower and rub this over your body you will be accepting your fate.” I then hold the tub in front of him and allowed him to think for a moment.

“What is it. Sir?” I found it interesting that he was calling me sir and master more and more now, so I needed to be honest with him.

“It is a lotion that will remove your body hair. You need to make sure you don’t get it on your head or eye brows and keep it on yourself for five minutes. I will time that.”

“Will it burn sir?”

“A little but not enough to have you tied down.” I chuckled at the truth in those words. I had seen slaves being tied down and plastered with a thicker paste and left for thirty minutes. That type was a formula that would kill the nerve endings of the hairs and not to reappear for months. That type made the slave animal howl in pain until the paste was washed off them with freezing water. This particular formula that I was using on Rich needed to be reapplied once every few days, if you didn’t wished the animals hair to grow back at all.

“Like I said after today it will be more difficult to go back on things and it will get harder each day that passes!” I said the truth, “Are you in?”

“Yes Sir.” He nodded his head and took the bottle from me, he then stepped into the shower basin and started rubbing the lotion on himself.

“Rub it in everywhere you can, especially your ass crack and pubes. I don’t want to feel them on my dick when I fuck you. Its fucking irritating. I will get dress and return in four minutes. I suggest you sit yourself in the shower basin when you are covered. I have seen faggots get dizzy when they’ve first use it.” He looked at me with a little shock on his face when I said that, but he was already rubbing it into himself, as I walked out. It was too late to go back.

“Everywhere!” I shouted back, “below the shoulders!”

I got dress and then found a pair of thin, linen white slave shorts I packed for a potential fuck slave from a while back. Then I returned to the shower room. He was in the basin with his head on the tiles and looked at me directly as the lotion was burning him more than I made out it would. I reached in and turned the shower setting to ice and turned it on full blast.

He screamed as the ice cold water hit his body. He would be thankful of the cold water once it began to wash off. Soon his body would appreciate the cold water. He began rubbing his skin, especially his ass and fuck hole. I could hear him swear a couple of times under his breath.

“Slaves don’t use language like that. Tut tut!” I mocked him and then laughed. His body hair was being washed away. Soon he would not have one strand of hair below his neck. He would need to repeat the process every few days and slowly he would have less hair growing back. Soon he will look like all of the worlds slaves.

I chucked the pants on the ground and told him to keep the shower running for a while when he stepped out. This would clean the basin out well so the formula would run free and not burn either of our feet. I discovered later that he took his time looking in the mirror at his hairless body. He felt up his smooth ass and bare chest, feeling his man breasts up like a horny young woman in heat. He was beginning to understand that this was right for him.

When he came out of the shower room and walked into the main room he looked like a naked fuck animal on a slave processing estate. I couldn’t help but admire how hot he was looking. I told him to start cleaning the apartment while I worked on a paper. I asked him to send me his schedule. I needed to be in more control. He needed to get back with the university programme too.

“Last term you partied too hard, you need to start taking course work more serious. You are now my slave, and I expect you to get the best grades. An educated slave means more profits for its master, also you need to come back after class and keep the room clean.”

It was the first time I used that pronoun, but it was important to start putting it in conversations, now and then, in order to make it feel as normal as using pronouns such as sir and master and become as fluent as he and him.

Soon it was five to eight. I looked at the app on my phone and it showed that the parcel I was expecting was one stop away.

“Go downstairs and wait for my parcel that is coming.” He went to get a shirt and possibly shoes.

“No, go like you are!” no one is around in student digs at eight in the morning anyway. The only person that would see a hot dude in a pair of thin shorts and a hairless body would be the delivery guy and even though I knew he would feel uncomfortable with being like this I wanted him to slowly get used to it.

He was gone for a little more than ten minutes, and I could see he was flustered when he returned with the box I was expecting. I ordered him to sit on the floor and open the box. I sat on my chair as I saw him with the box between his legs.

“You look a little flustered?” I had an idea why he looked that way. The delivery driver had probably made a lude comment or something. “Sir, the man who gave me the box said that I looked hot enough to fuck!”

I didn’t think it would be anything as forward as that. It made me chuckle to myself. “I hope you thanked him for his kind words.” I commented.

“No sir. I didn’t know what to say to him!” he looked down at the floor. I got up and stroked his head, like you would a little puppy, I did it on purpose because I knew it would settle him. It settled him last night when he sat next to me at my desk.

“You say to him Thank you for your nice comment. I am flattered, always ending it with sir!” He may not have felt he was not ready for me to allow others to use him but there would come a time when I would add to that sentence ‘Would you like to use my body. Sir!’

“Thank you, sir!” he seemed to take it in.

“You need to understand that you are a slave now. You are below a delivery driver and if someone above you flatters you then you need to show some respect!” I paused a second and sharply continued on in a firm tone, whilst pulling his chin up towards me “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Sir!”

I then surprised him. I don’t think he was expecting me to slap him hard enough to make his left cheek go a little red. He looked a little dazed and I think he expected that he should do or say something more.

“Thank you. Sir. I am sorry to let you down.” He hadn’t let me down at all, he was new at all of this, and he was beginning to understand who I was as a master, equally I think he was beginning to understand that this wasn’t a sex game. This was serious. Despite hearing what I said in the shower room and earlier it sometimes helps words sink in.

I sat down in silent. “So, what do you say next time when someone pays you a compliment?” I wanted to understand that he had heard me.

“Thank you for your nice comment. I am flattered. SIR!” he had been listening.

“Good boy! I spoke to him with little more respect than a dog, using the term boy to as you would any animal. “Now open the parcel”

The look on his face dropped when he pulled out the first item. It was a long shower hose to attach to the hose on the shower. It was designed with a metal type cylinder looking like a test tube with holes in. I don’t think he had a clue what it was for, I am guessing the amount of filthy emails I have received from my readers of late most people who are reading this know exactly where to stick this device. We didn’t have time to use it before I needed to go for class, but I told him briefly that we would use it that evening. He looked a little frightened, he had no need to be, bigger things had already been up his fuck hole.

He placed it on the ground and brought out another item. A stainless steel collar, it had the family emblem on it. A lion with a flower in its mane. I wasn’t ready for him to wear it outside of the room, but I just told him to place it with the other item.

The next thing to come out was the smallest cock cage I had seen for a while. I allowed my brother to order it, and I think he was being partially cruel but there were means to get it over his dicklet even if the chastity was too small. I swear I saw him smile to himself. It was almost as though he was wanting a cage on. Perhaps it was a pervy fantasy of his. I didn’t really care, and I ignored the smirk.

“Nice and small!” I chuckled to myself at the same time as I instructed him to pass it to me. He had to stand to do so and as he got closer, I pulled down his shorts.

“Stand there,” he did has I bid and then I took the cage from him. It wasn’t the standard cages that you can buy. This cage was hinged and goes over the cock and once it clips into place it cannot be removed without using a phone app. The cage was clean and slick. Of cause it also had the families emblem on it. I smiled to myself when I saw the size number on the under piece. It was literally the smallest size that was available without using inverted ones. It was simply an indication of how strict and cruel my brother is to any slave.

I told him to stand still and then I looked up at him as I slipped it over his cock. It was difficult to get on at first but then it suddenly clipped in place.

“There you go!” I looked at him, “Do you want to go and look in the mirror. He replied in his usual way, and I told him to go and look. He rushed through into the shower room where the shower was, and I slowly followed him into the room and stood behind him watching his face. It was becoming clearer that this was something that he wanted. His face said it all. The look in his eyes spelt out how he felt. It was even more obvious that this was right for him. I knew that over time he would be challenged but this was not the time.

“You like it?” I enquired, already knowing his answer.

“Yes. Sir!” he turned to reveal a massive smile on his face.

“Very good. Now get the fuck dress and let’s get to class.”

**

We parted our ways and went to our separate classes. I passed him just before lunch and for the first time ever he acknowledged me in public with his jock friends. I know it was noticed by them because I could hear them talk about me. I heard him give me compliments, which made me smile. What I did spot was that he was looking at me when his friends were not watching. It made me snigger. I messaged him to behave and be back to the room at five.

I was back for four thirty, with some supplies from Tesco’s express. I sorted a few things out and spoke via text to my brother. We were planning a video catch up. But not till later.

The door opened and I watched him come inside our room and shut out the outside world. I had decided to help out a little here and add to what we spoke about before. It was clear that he wanted all of this but I also knew that it was different for a slave on a large estate or in a processing unit back home to adjust to ‘its’ new reality, than a slave that was still living in a normal reality and then get home to where they are living and have to adjust back to being a slave again. So, to begin with I accepted I needed to use a little instruction without the harshness of a whip or cane was necessary. If I used the ‘stick’ instead of the carrot at this point I was certain he would not last long as a slave and go back to being a dull student with a pitiful existence ahead of him. At least becoming a slave, he was going to serve someone with his pitiful existence and be useful.

“Undress and fold your clothes then come over and bring your collar and that tube on the side.” I ordered.

“Yes. Sir.” He did his bidding.

Two or three minutes later he was at the side of me, naked apart from his cage. I took the collar from his hand and stood up and fitted it round his neck.

“This is how you dress inside the room. Nothing else. Once you are here and the collar is clipped into place it has to be opened electronically so if you need to go outside and I’m not around you will need to text me for permission.” I paused for it to sink in “We need to go to the shower room.” I got up and walked over as he followed without any hesitation. I then set up that mystery device to the shower head. I placed the device in the toilet basin ready, on the cistern was the lube that I usually keep at the side of the bed. He didn’t really know what was happening.

“I will talk you through this.” I stroked his hair like the animal he was becoming in order to keep him calm.

I won’t go into detail with how the device goes all the way in the bum hole and you twist it to allow water to flow through. I won’t go into detail of the priceless look on his face when the cold metal went into his bum hole for the first time and the cool water began to force itself inside of his guts. I won’t go into detail of how painful it is or demeaning it is to empty your insides in front of someone repeatably. The look on his face was almost agonising to watch but to watch your face in the mirror as you empty your insides in front of your master over and over again is not just distressing but depreciating and exhausting. I encouraged him all the way to do it and he didn’t stop the demanding process at all. He understood that he needed to do it twice a day, although back home the slaves have to endure it four times a day. We would work up to that.

Once it was over I walked out of the room and told him to shower and clean the bathroom up.

**

Once he had returned to the living area, I had already got the food out of the fridge and began to place it neatly on the worktop. He looked at me directly and spoke, “I have cleaned the shower up sir and cleaned myself. Sir!”

“Good.” I replied, “I am glad that you are taking it all in so easy. Come here. You need to learn how to cook, if you are going to be a good slave.” He looked at me with interest, “That is what you want isn’t it? To be a slave to Alpha males, isn’t that correct?”

“Yes. Sir. I want to make you happy. I have thought about this a lot over the past couple of days and I feel that I want to serve you the best that I can.” I think that was the most he had actually shared his feelings in the past two days too.

“Good boy and well done!” I said in the most patronising way possible, whilst stroking his hair again. “This will mean hard work and humiliation a long with a lot of changes slave! Do you understand?”

“Yes. Sir!”

“Starting with making us both a nice meal!”

Naturally I guided him in order to make me a nice Steak Diane with Duchess Potatoes and greens. I had never seen him cook before, now he was cooking dinner. I could have been cruel and made him eat something lame on the floor out of a bowl or off a plate, but I wanted him to taste something good that he had spent time preparing for a person who was somewhat above him in every way possible. I wanted him to understand how I believed Alphas should eat in comparison to slaves, that he would find out what type of food I expected him to eat soon enough. He was already aware of how I normally expected him to eat. On his hands and knees eating from a plate or dog bowl.

There he was naked in our room, he didn’t have any shoes on his feet. He had his collar round his neck and a cock cage two sizes too small. His body was perfect. He needed a little sun to look like a slave in my country, but stable managers and staff would sort that issue out, eventually.

In my country slavery had been legal for the past two decades. There was a healthy economy around it now. The old prisons had been turned into slave detention centres and some had been bought privately and turned into private training centres. I know my father had bought a couple himself. Here in the UK things were only just coming round to the need to enslave rather than try and rehabilitate unruly citizens.

In my country faggot slaves like Rich would enrol as young as their eighteenth birthday. My father runs a program that encourages people to hand over their faggots to him for a small cost and he would train them for their true calling. Mostly brothel slaves, often service slaves too.

Service slaves are something different. They serve sexually but they also serve as servants to free men and women who own them. Keeping their homes clean and doing the things that would make a freeman or woman’s life better. Faggots make the best service slaves because it is a part of their nature. To serve. Although most Brits are aware of the difference between a faggot and a gay man, service slaves are not all that known to Brits because the British government has not embraced slavery like quite a lot of the world has now.

I guess every Brit that has been to Southern Europe knows what Brothel slaves are like. Brothels are all over the big cities of Europe nowadays. Some even specialise in Brits that have been caught breaking the strict European laws out there.