How to Create a Fuckboy

I went into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. "Morning, Sis. Sleep well? I sure did!" She didn't answer me. I didn't fuckin care. I like it better without her yabbering. I sat down in my skivvies and lit up a cig. Shit, that glare seems permanently etched on her face now. She was facing the stove when Tom came in and knelt on his chair at the table. "Good morning, Sweetie," she said, pouring him a bowl of cold cereal. When she turned, she shouted, "Darling! You have no clothes on."

"I get dress later, Mom, when I go to school."

Again Vera glared at me. She brought the cereal over and when she got behind him, she gasped. Apparently, she didn't consider the red welt on his ass as lovely as I did. I watched as she tried to compose herself. "I found your Teddy, Sweetie. I guess he had an accident. Don't worry. I'll put him in the washing machine and make him as good as new."

"No, Mom. I not a baby now. I don't play with dolls. Uncle give me new toys to play with. Better toys." The kid spoke his lines perfectly.

"Oh, really? Better toys? You want to show me?"

I stood up. "You heard your mother, Kid. Show her your new toys."

Dutifully, the kid knelt in front of me, pulled my cock and balls out of my skivvies and petted them. She gasped again.

I gave Vera a nasty smirk. "Tell your mother how you like your new toys, Kid?"

"I love Uncle's cock."

"More than that old doll, Kid?"

"Yes, Uncle's cock is better then Teddy."

Vera sat down, buried her face in her hands and cried.

"OK, Kid, you can play with your new toys later, I promise. Now finish your cereal." Relieved, the kid got back on his chair, ate up, and went back to my room to get dressed.

"Uh, Vera, I'm getting hungry. Where's my breakfast?"

"You can make your own fuckin breakfast, you son of a bitch."

I punched her in the stomach. "I don't think so, Sister! Now get busy." Of course, she got up, a little crumpled over, and cooked my eggs, toast and bacon.

The kid came back dressed for school and headed to the door. Vera looked at him longingly. "Are you going to give Mommy a goodbye kiss, Sweetie?"

He looked at me. "Can I?"

"No, not this time, Kid. But you can kiss my cock goodbye."

Obediently, he came over and kissed my happy manhood as his deflated mother watched. I love being in control.

Later, after Vera made me my lunch, I went out to Circuit City and bought a nice little digital camera.

When Tom came home from school, he said Hi to Vera and Hello Sir to me. I reminded him about his clothes. He went to my room and came out naked. Then he sat beside me at the kitchen table to do his homework. After a while, I told him to get me a beer from the fridge. He did and went back to his assignment. Damn it was fun watching his ass as he walked around. Those little dimples on his buttocks seem to be grinning. I told him to go empty all the wastebaskets. I told him to get my ciggies. I told him to turn on the radio. Finally Vera said, "Tommy's not your damn slave. Get off your fuckin ass and turn on your own damn radio!"

"Kid, do you always do what I tell you?"

"Yes Sir."

"Are you my slave?"

"I guess so Sir."

"Then, slave, turn on the radio." He did. The kid had just received a new moniker. Helpless Vera shook her head.

The phone rang. It was my boss; he wanted me to work the next day. Things were pretty well in control at home I figured, so I told him I'd be there.

Vera went off to work and I made the slave heat up a can of soup for supper, set the table, pour himself a milk and get me a beer. After supper, I lit a cig, pushed my chair back, spread my legs and gave a loud belch.

"You know, kid? You were a good slave today."

"Thank you, Sir."

"No, really, I fuckin mean it. It's like you're startin to like this new setup."

"It's OK, Sir." He kept his head down, refused to make eye contact.

"Well, I think it's more than OK, Kid. I think you're beginning to discover your true calling. You were born with a real talent. You just needed me to come along and awaken your hidden potential."

He didn't know what the fuck I was talking about, but again he said, "Thank you, Sir."

"I think you're doing so well, you deserve a special dessert tonight." He looked over at the cookie jar. I pointed to my cock. "No, slave, here's your dessert." He'd rather have had cookies but he came over anyway and knelt meekly in front of my chair. He took my cock out of my pants and began stroking it lovingly like it was now his favorite little pet, which of course it was. It stood up tall to show him how much it liked his attention. He gave it a nice little kiss on the piss slit and it responded by wetting its lips for him. He let go of the cock and took one ball in each hand. Then starting at the base, he bathed the shaft with his little wet tongue its full length. By the time he reached the slit again, it was glistening with precum which he hungrily licked off. Most of the helmet was now out of the foreskin. He brought his hands back up to grip the rigid pole tight and began pumping it up and down like a butter churn. The skin quickly gave way and the knob was fully released, shining forth in purple majesty. He closed his eyes and took the helmet into his warm wet mouth, laving it with his little boy spittle. He closed his lips around the shaft and began to suck. I waited to see if he remembered the warning I gave him about his little teeth. He remembered. His sweet little tongue now stroked my piss slit as he sucked. He opened his eyes briefly and glanced up at my face. I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. It almost seemed like he was smiling. He closed his eyes again and began sucking with more gusto, quickening his tempo. I grabbed the sides of his head and began to thrust my pelvis forward. At times over two inches of my tool were in his mouth, but he didn't gag at all. I stopped my thrusts and my body froze. He knew what that meant, took an audible breath through his nostrils, and waited. I screamed, "Oh, my fuckin God!!!" and let loose a torrent of hot cream into his waiting throat. Explosion followed explosion, but he expertly swallowed most of it. When the majuice stopped flowing, he kept his mouth in place and waited until my tool began to soften slightly. Again he opened his eyes and looked up at me. Now that my cock was just a tad thinner, I could tell his mouth was definitely smiling. Thick white milk was dribbling down his chin. I whispered, "What do you love, slave?"

Without taking his mouth off me, he replied, "I wuv ya gog, Sa!"

"Good boy, good slave." I gave him a loving pat on the head, and pulled my tool out. He dutifully licked up the remnants that clung to it. I took a big sigh, lit another cig, and said, "Now you can wash the dishes." I knew later I was going to fall asleep with either my finger up his ass or my cock in his mouth.

Once again, I woke up refreshed the next morning. The slave gave me a satisfying wake-me-up blow job before we got up. Well, maybe "gave" isn't the right word, but I took it.

Then in the kitchenette I leaned against the counter with a cup of coffee on my lips. And the slave again had my cock in his lips. I purposely stood where Vera would have to go around us a dozen times as she put our breakfast out. No way she could miss the fact that her precious little boy was swallowing her faggot brother's semen.

I handed her my new camera and told her to get some pictures of us. She called me a son of a bitch again but dutifully took several pictures: slave petting cock, slave kissing cock, slave licking cock, slave looking up reverently, slave sucking cock, slave with cum dripping off his chin. Unfortunately, her fuckin hand was shaking so much, they weren't worth keeping.

When the kid got dressed for school, he asked me again for permission to kiss Vera goodbye. This time I allowed it, but he had to kiss my cock first. I made sure there was lots of my manjuice on his lips when he kissed my sister.

I was in no rush to get to my job. I showed up like an hour late. I love to see the Boss angry. He can't handle insubordination as calmly as I.

I thought about the slave all day at work, anticipating the adoration I'd be getting when I got back home.

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