1. Enslaving Robert


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    I mumbled. &#034First you have to do something for me,&#034 Jay smiled as he stepped forward. It wasn't until then that I realize Uncle Jay was completely nude. I would have sworn he had been wearing clothes when he first led me into the bathroom. Had I actually been kneeling on the floor with liquid inside me long enough for him to get undressed? Or, had I just imagined he had clothes on earlier? Hell, for that matter, is it possible I was just imagining he was currently naked? That last thought disappeared when I felt the tip of his dick slide across my cheek. The smell of his dick wasn't that strong but it still repulsed me. I tried to turn my head but he ordered me to face forward and for some reason I obeyed. &#034No,&#034 I begged as I felt his dick slide against my face again. I could almost feel my pores soaking up his precum as he smeared it around on my face with his dick. I clinched my mouth shut when he finally slid it that direction. He slid it back and forth across my lips. &#034Settle down,&#034 I heard Jay command. I knew it was the d**g but I still chastised myself when I felt my lips relax. I still kept my mouth shut but didn't get my lips back under control until he had already slid the tip of his dick under them and rubbed his dick snot on my teeth. &#034If you want to relieve yourself in the toilet then you are going to have to help me relieve myself in your mouth,&#034 he said. I started to cry again as I gave in and let my jaw go slack. I felt so ...
    ashamed of my inability to refuse his order. Even in my d**gged state I knew I still had the physical ability to refuse. I could just keep my mouth shut tight and release my bowels. Yet, I just didn't have the mental strength to hold out that refusal any longer. I'm not sure why I was so surprised by my obedience. I knew from watching my father's videos that the d**g had this affect on people. To make matters worse, the formula I came up with was no doubt superior to the one my father used. Unlike my father, I ran my formula past a doctor. Dr. Mike Kelly is his name. Mike is one of the sickest fucks I've ever met. You would have to read some of my prior memoirs to get a true feel for how sick he actually is. Mike actually scared the shit out of me. However, there were several ingredients I had to get via him anyway, so I decided to have him double check the formula. I was mainly looking for his assurance that long-term use of the formula wouldn't kill a slave. He not only assured me it wouldn't but recommended a few additional d**gs be added. They were all things I had never heard of before. Don't ask me to spell them out here either, I wouldn't be able to spell them even if I could remember the names. They all seemed to have like 30 letters in them, only maybe 3 being vowels. I looked the d**gs up on the internet of course. A couple of them I never actually figured out what they did. The best I could tell they just help offset bad side effects of the other d**gs. Most of the ...
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