How to Create a Fuckboy

When I came home from work, I walked in and saw Vera in her housedress with a nervous grin on her face. I called for the slave and he came out dressed in his school clothes. I guess Vera thought she could get him to defy me. He knew he'd done a bad thing and was shaking.

I remained calm and told him to bring me a big pair of scissors. He went into Vera's room and got a pair from her sewing box. He handed them to me still shaking. I bent his head down and snipped the back of his collar. Then I ripped his shirt down the back and yanked it off. Vera was wide-eyed. I'd just destroyed a shirt she'd paid good money for. I snipped and ripped off his undershirt. I stuck the blade of the scissors inside his waistband, made a few snips, and tore off his jeans. Finally I put the blade into his Mickey Mouse underpants next to his little dick and cut. I ripped them off and he was properly naked.

"Now, slave, if you ever do that again, the same thing will happen. And if you destroy all your clothes, then you will have to go to school naked. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

I took off my belt.

"Are you going to hit me, Sir?"

"I told you to do one thing and Vera told you to do something different. You were confused, weren't you, slave."

"Yes, Sir."

"You see, I know a lot about kids like you. I'm an expert. I know that you try to do everything anyone tells you."

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, if you keep trying to do that, slave, you'll get into trouble. That's how your mother got into trouble."

The slave looked at Vera. "She did?"

"Yes, slave, she got into so much trouble, she had to drop out of school. Ain't that right, Vera?"

"Wow, I dint know that, Momma."

"Now, slave, I'm going to ask you some questions. I want you to think very carefully about what you say. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Who is in charge in this house?"

"You are, Sir."

I looked at Vera and smirked. "That's right, slave, now tell Vera who is in charge."

"Uncle is in charge, Momma."

"Then who should you obey?"

"You, Sir."

"Not Vera?"

"No, Sir."

"Tell Vera."

"I should obey Uncle, Momma. I should not obey you."

"One more question, slave. Do you belong to Vera or do you belong to me?"

"I belong to you now, Sir."

"Tell Vera."

"I belong to Uncle now, Momma. I don't belong to you no more."

"Don't you think Vera was a bad little girl for trying to confuse you?"

"Yes, Sir." I whispered in the slave's ear. "Momma, take off your dress. Uncle say so." Vera did what she was told. She always did. As I kept on whispering, the slave kept on giving his mother orders. "Momma, take off your panties now. Now lean over the table. Stick your ass way out, Momma."

Now I spoke to Vera. "Who should get the belt, Dear Sister, you or the boy?"

"I should. I was a bad mother." I could count on her to sacrifice anything for her son.

"Well, slave, you heard what your mother said, she wants to be punished. Here is my belt. Take it and whip her ass." He gave the belt a little swing and it landed gently on his mother's naked ass, but she still flinched.

"Did Vera confuse you, slave?"

"Yes, she did." He swung the belt again, a little harder.

"Did Vera make you disobey, slave?"

"Yes, she did."

"Did Vera try to make you a bad slave?"

"Yes, she did." By now he was really angry. I don't know if he was angry at Vera, at me, or at himself, but he was swinging the belt hard enough to do some serious damage. He finally decided it was enough and handed me my belt.

"Very good, slave. Now let me whisper in your ear some more."

"Momma, take off your bra. You should be naked like me so you learn your lesson. Now go and make our supper. Uncle and me are real hungry." The slave and I sat at the table watching the naked wench prepare supper. If I wasn't a damn queer, I would have found those red stripes on her ass quite becoming.

That Saturday, the slave and I spent the morning packing up his fuckin toys, trucks, legos, play dough, action figures, crayons, coloring books. I only let him keep my old Batman comic book. As we drove away from the house, he kept looking at the box longingly. These were his old friends, his faithful playmates, and now he had to tell them to go away. At the Salvation Army store, he bravely handed them over. The Colonel, or whatever fuckin rank he was, must have detected a slight reluctance. He said, "These are very nice toys, young man. Why are you getting rid of them?"

"I got new toys now, better toys."

"Well, you are a very blessed little boy, aren't you."

I said, "Yes he is."

I felt so pleased with how things were going, I got soft and on the way home stopped at the park. He used the swings and monkey bars. Then we went into the comfort station and he sucked me off. When we came out, I pointed to two dogs copulating on the lawn. "Look, those two sure look like they're having fun, don't they, slave?" He nodded, but his mind was still thinking about all the playthings he had just given away. My room looked a lot better now, not like a fuckin day care center.

The slave was well trained by now. When I came home from work, he came right over to me presenting his naked body. Without any hesitation, he knelt down, pulled my cock out of my paint pants and went to work petting and kissing it. I didn't need to coax him at all. I often looked over at silent Vera as I reinforced his behavior. "You are a good slave. Uncle is very pleased with you. And Uncle's cock is very pleased."

"I love your cock, Sir," he would reply spontaneously.

One time I noticed something that made me even more pleased, so I asked him, "Do you really love it or are you just saying that?" He looked up at me and frowned. "Now I want you to tell me the God's honest truth. Do you think you really aren't supposed to love my cock? Don't lie to me."

"Yes, Sir. I think it's bad to love your cock."

I could see Vera smiling. She thought she had the upper hand now. I continued, "You see, slave, sometimes your body might say one thing and your head say something else." He looked at me with a furrowed brow. He was confused again and needed his Uncle to set him straight.

"Like now, your head is telling you, 'slave, you don't really love Uncle's cock. You are only doing it because you are afraid. You are trying to obey.' That's what your head is saying." The slave nodded. He had new respect for me. I was reading his mind.

"But your body is telling you, 'slave, you really DO love Uncle's cock. Nothing makes you happier than doing what you're doing right now.' That's what your body is saying."

"It is, Sir?"

"Yes, it is. And your body has a special way of showing you that you love it."

"It does, Sir?"

"Yes, look down at your dick, slave. What do you see?" Both the boy and his mother looked. Vera gasped!

"I see a stiffy, Sir."

"That's right, slave. You get lots of stiffies, don't you, slave?

He looked at his mother, shamefaced. "Y-y-yes Sir."

"When do you get stiffies, slave?"

"When I rub it, Sir." He couldn't look at her now.

"Once when Vera saw you rubbing it, she told you to stop, didn't she?"

"Yes, Sir."

"But you didn't stop, did you, slave. You kept on rubbing it because it felt good. Late at night when you were all alone in your old room, before you went to sleep, you rubbed it."

"How did you know?"

"And sometimes your doll used to rub it too and that felt good."

The slave was amazed at my omniscience. "It was so good, you got a stiffy. That's how your body tells you something is good even when your head says it's not."

"Wow! Momma never told me that."

"That's right, slave. Vera told you it was a bad thing. And now you know she lied to you." She stared daggers at me but kept her mouth shut. "And when she tells you lies, your head gets all mixed up. You are very lucky now to have Uncle here to tell you what is really good and bad."

"I guess."

"When you make love to my cock, you get a stiffy. So what does that mean?"

"It mean my body say it's good thing."

"Oh, you are such a smart slave. Go ahead, show my cock how much you love it. You've earned your reward, slave."

The kid went right down on my cock and gave it the best blow job to date. I kept looking at Vera and pointing to the lad's little hardon and smiling. She wasn't smiling. My cum exploded into his mouth. When I pulled out, he was about to wipe his mouth on his arm, but I stopped him. "I think Vera is sorry now, slave, for lying to you. I want you to go over and give her a kiss to show her you forgive her."

He got on his little step so he could reach her face and gave her a nice sloppy cummy kiss on the lips. "I forgive you, Momma." Poor Vera. She wanted to show her son she was happy to kiss him, but she felt like gagging at the taste of her brother's man cream.

A few days later, Vera had the night off so I went to the Boot. I met Mike there, the guy I use to troll with back in High School. We shared a pitcher of beer and had a good laugh remembering those days. My cock started twitching at the thought of all those young asses of yesteryear. A blow job is great, but we both know anal is better, especially when the anal is a nice tight hairless young lad's. When I got home, the slave was on my bed awake waiting for me. I had him suck me off while I dreamily fingered his sweet tempting hole.

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