It was supposed to be my moment of triumph. I'd been waiting for nearly twenty years to confront the bastards who ruined my life, made me a slut slave to their hellish desires....turned me into the worst sort of cock sucking slut. Their actions when I was but a very young man had affected me my whole life...in my relationships with both men and women.
With women, I'd been unwilling to accept intimacy, but had instead used them as my playthings, constantly in search of the next "fuck fix" to satisfy my desires. I could even now cum up to five times in an hour....but I usually wanted to blow my load on an upturned and pretty face.
I was a "Master" and I craved the kinkiest sex imaginable with women....women whom I ruled and abused and whipped and who could be counted on to beg for yet more abuse even as they came and came and came. I search the classified ads long before the invention of the internet...usually in those seedy underground papers. I was quite successful in accruing a stable of sluts. Later, I used the 'net to increase my "property holdings" of female flesh. Even after marrying a wonderful woman, I continued to seek the conquests I craved worse than a heroin addict craves the drug.
During the "dry times" I would seek my satisfaction from other sources....I found myself descending into the old ways, I sought to be degraded and used myself. But I could only find this degradation with much older white guys. I subconsciously sought the return of my old scoutmasters. I remembered well how it had all started those many years ago when I was a first year college student and had been a volunteer junior scout leader/counselor. The older Masters had taken a liking to me right away.
Using porn and drugs they had quickly seduced me. I'd never even had a woman and already I was a willing slut to these men! My subjugation was completed and I was eager to obey any and all orders given me. Usually it went like this: I'd be walking home from my classes at the local junior college when a big old Lincoln would glide to a stop just ahead of me, and the door would open right in front of me.
"Hello slut. You know what to do."
Indeed I did. "Yes SIR."
I quickly stripped naked in the back seat in heavy traffic and draped myself across a set of legs and begged to be spanked for being "bad."
"Sir...I'm such a nasty little slut, I should be punished for needing to be used all the time. I can't help but think of your hard cocks spurting their hot CUM all over my face."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
In no time at all, I was crying hot hard tears, but my cock was hard as steel. I was shoved to my knees and my long blonde hair was grabbed roughly. His cock suddenly appeared and he proceeded to Dick whip my tender skin and lips.
"SUCK IT YOU WHORE!"
I eagerly opened my lips and felt his man meat slide over my lips and across my tongue. I sucked, but he used my hair as a handle to rape my mouth and I loved it. Soon my hot mouth was filled with hot cum as it dribbled out over my lips and down my chin. Then the man in back would change places with the driver and the whole sequence would repeat. My ass glowed bright red and my jaws ached.
Then I would be given a brief respite, as the car traveled to another county to a "party." Well, I had to keep myself hard and my body was toyed with for the entire trip, but I could relax my jaws. I knew they would be well used later. See, I was the only "Party Favor." All these old white guys simply raped my ass, and mouth over and over. I was usually covered in cum inside and out. My final humiliation was to walk out to the car totally naked and thusly covered for the trip home. Sometimes, they would stop at a gay bar and sell me to a few customers. This wasn't rape. I had to beg to be used. Which I did and loved it...it made me feel so wonderfully slutty. I just loved rough degrading man sex. But with women it was just the reverse!
One day it all ended. I wasn't their only conquest. Somebody turned them in and they fled town. I didn't see them or hear from them again. When I was no longer being used, I got depressed and entered therapy. It lasted a long time, but I finally came to the realization that I had been the victim and had been attacked, that I wasn't REALLY a "BORN SLUT."
Years passed, I got my degree and then another. Got married and found a prosperous job. I had a perfect life. But something was....missing. I went back online and soon discovered the wonderful world of internet porn....and the dating services. My MASTER side reasserted itself and I began to build a stable of lusty young and some older slutslaves.
