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Bottom Slayer: First Bottom Slain

... finished by demanding, "Now put the wig on, Erica, and suck my cock." He looked so nervous, yet also excited, I assume, to finally do something he had craved for a long time. He put on the wig, his hands trembling slightly. I purred, "Good girl, Erica. When you have your wig on Eric ceases to exist and Erica, your slutty cocksucking alter ego, comes fully alive." This seemed to be the push he needed and he slowly leaned over and down towards my cock. He stopped, his head just above my lap. Needing the final push to become a faggot, I pushed his head gently onto my waiting cock. His mouth was warm and he surprised me by worshipping my cock. He used his tongue and swirled around my cock-head. I moaned, "That's it, Erica. Your pretty mouth feels so good on my big hard cock." This seemed to help him as he began to slowly take more of my cock in his mouth. He got about half my cock in his mouth and after a tentative start began bobbing up and down on my cock. Watching the prep suck my cock was incredibly hot and the thrill of making him suck me was exhilarating. I moaned, pushing him further down the road of cocksucking, "Keep sucking Erica, I am going to shoot my hot seed down your throat." There was a brief pause, I assumed as he realized what was soon going to happen, before he resumed cocksucking and actually picked up the pace. A few more minutes of the faggot's eager mouth and I was ready to shoot my load. I groaned a warning, "Don't you spill any of my cum, faggot." It was ...

... the first time I had verbally degraded him and it only seemed to turn him on as he sped up the pace just as I coated his throat with my cum. I noticed a slight gagging sound, but the faggot somehow obeyed and swallowed all my seed. He continued to move up and down on my cock, although slower, well after I was spent. I could tell he had no idea what to do next, so he just continued his subservient act. I finally said, "Drive me home, faggot." He quickly sat back up, his bright red cheeks a clear symbol of his humiliation at what he had just done, and he started driving, never once looking my way. I asked, curious, although I was pretty sure I knew the answer already, "Have you sucked cock before, faggot?" He shook his head no. "Why did you suck my cock, faggot?" He whispered, "Please don't call me faggot." "But you are one, are you not?" I asked. "No," he said. "Really, you just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. I am pretty sure that makes you a faggot," I concluded. "I have a girlfriend," he countered. "So?" "So I am not gay," he argued, still refusing to look at me. We arrived at my house and I decided to let it go and closed with, "For the record, you gave a better blow job your first time than Karen ever has." His face went red from the compliment and I thought I saw a small smile, but it quickly disappeared. I added, "So here is the deal. If you decide you are straight, we will pretend this never happened and I promise I will never mention it again. On the other hand, ...