Quarantine Bae

Chapter 3

Tivonte

Deciding to not waste time, I ordered, "On your knees, faggot."

He quickly obeyed like the submissive faggot I was sure he was.

"Now, I just want to make this clear. The first blowjob had no consequences; it was just me shooting my load in your curious mouth. But now the second load comes with strings attached," I revealed, unbuckling my pants.

His eyes went big, although I was unsure if it was exciting because I was pulling out my big black dick, or nervousness as I prepared to explain the way it was going to be.

When he didn't respond, I tapped my fully erect dick on his lips and asked, "So have you accepted the reality that you are my faggot?".

"Yes," he admitted, staring at my cock. He was transfixed by my dick.

"Just so you understand, as soon as your faggot lips wrap around my cock you become my faggot."

"W-w-what?" he stammered, looking up from his submissive position.

"The first taste was free, the second one makes you my faggot, my cocksucker." I made it simple for him.

He looked at me confused, clearly trying to understand the implications of my last words.

I clarified my conditions, "Simply put, faggot, you will be my cocksucker. If I call you, you get your fairy ass to me as soon as you can. "

"Oh," he uttered, clarity of consequence suddenly hitting him.

I rubbed my cock on his lips, making the temptation to please me harder to resist. I offered my cock to him, "Become my faggot, Ken. We both know you want to."

He looked up, "And no one will know?"

Knowing he was mine, I gave him the comfort he needed. "I won't tell anyone."

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and took my cock between his lips. My smile broadened, "Good girl, you will make a very good little faggot, won't you?" He moaned what I assumed was a yes, but I wanted him to say it, to acknowledge it to me. "I will only ask you this one more time, are you my faggot?"

He looked up, taking my dick out of his mouth, "Yes, I am your faggot."

"My dicksucker."

"Yes, your dicksucker," he repeated and surprised me when he added, "I love your big hard black cock." He took my stiff rod back in his mouth and began a slow simmering blowjob. It was easily the best blow-job I had ever received; he seemed to worship my cock. Also, unlike most other guys I'd been with, he didn't whine about me being too big or that his jaw was sore. He just kept a steady rhythm. Feeling my balls beginning to bubble, I decided to mark my property the best way possible, a facial. Once I was close, I pulled out and began pumping my dick with my fist. I ordered, "Beg for my cum, faggot."

Caught in the moment and horny from his naughty taboo act of submission, he begged rather convincingly for my cum. "I need your cum. Spray your cum all over your faggot's face."

I obliged, almost simultaneously exploding gob after gob of my cum onto my faggot's face. Insatiable, my cum-hungry faggot, my cum all over his face, took my cock back into his mouth. I reached for my phone deciding to capture this moment forever and demanded, "Smile, faggot..."

"Guys!"

Just then I see Jared walk in the room. He doesn't knock. He always knocks. When he walks in I throw something over me. This was becoming more and more frequent of a thing.

"What the fuck? Don't you knock?" Ken screams out at my best friend.

I give Ken a look. He knew what my relationship with Jared meant to me. He did shit like this on purpose.