Nearly a year has gone by since the time I found Danny in that seedy eastside neighborhood and invited him to be my faggot. I dare say that my efforts in guiding him to meet my expectations have paid off in spades. He has remained as hungry, pliable, and cooperative as ever.
I often leave him at my place when I go out on business, and I unfailingly return to find the place sparkling clean, my laundry done and neatly folded, and my shirts washed and pressed ( no need for a professional laundry when you've got a loser faggot at home! ).
I only have him dress up as sissy Danielle on special occasions, special 'dates'. He's become quite adept at applying makeup, as well as in comporting himself in feminine ways, i.e., walking like a lady, and adopting a girly voice in a higher register. He loves it, naturally. For everyday purposes, though, he wears only a pair of pink low-cut socks with baby-blue hearts on them. I insist that he keep them scrupulously clean, and he knows through experience the price to be paid if I find that they are even slightly soiled. I gave him a good whipping for that once and, unsurprisingly, it was never a problem again! I also impressed upon him that unless he kept the hardwood floors spotlessly clean, he could face the same outcome.
To my delight, Dannyy has proved to be an excellent fuck. I had immediately taken a shine to his smooth, white ass when first I saw it, and not long into our time together I took it for a test run. The results were very satisfying!
It seems that Danny, through his innate shyness and lack of social connection, had never felt the pleasure of a stiff, warm cock inside him; something that all fags love, of course. Our first coupling was a bit awkward, and painful, at first, for Danny. He was dressed up in his usual finery for the special occasion: frilly dress, pageboy wig, and tarted-up face. Such a pretty fagboy!
I positioned him on the persian carpet in the living room. He had already brought my cock to full staff through the sweet attentions of his pink-painted lips. There he was before me, on all fours. He had already confided in me that it would be a new experience for him, and I'd assuaged his anxiety as best I could. Naturally, I wanted to break him in gently, and be a caring 'daddy' to him.
I knelt behind him, my cock hard as a dry salami, and pulsing with anticipation. I lifted the hem of Danny's dress and unveiled the cutest little pink sphincter I have ever seen! I could see that Danny was trembling slightly, and I stroked his back to sooth him.
"Easy, fagboy. Don't worry. I'll be slow and gentle," I said in a calming tone. "You'll be fine once we get going. Okay?"
My words seemed to relax him. I ran my hands over his ass cheeks. Damn, they felt good! Soft, warm, and ready. I put a drop of lube on my fingertip and rubbed it onto his anus. Danny moaned as I worked my finger just slightly past the opening, all the while rubbing in slow circles.
"That's a good boy. that's it," I said, feeling that I would soon have a very accommodating home for my penis. If it had been a dog, it would have been panting and drooling!
I applied lube to my cock head, and along the shaft. When I brought the head in contact with Danny's hole, he shuddered.
"Do you like that, Danny?" I said as I stroked the surface of his asshole with the slick helmet.
"It feels so good, sir! Oh, it feels so good! Mmmmmm. Thank you!" he said, with such pure emotion.
"Now, Danny boy, I'm going to slowly enter you. Okay?"
"Yes sir, please do, sir," he said, though I could see that he was still tense.
"Just relax. Who's my little faggot, hmmm?" I said, continuing to caress his sphincter with the cock head.
