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.
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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.
