Bottom Slayer: First Bottom Slain - Sex Stories

Bottom Slayer: First Bottom Slain

... if you decide you are a faggot, which you are Erica, then I will be more than willing to use your cocksucking mouth as a place to shoot my wad. I usually cum two or three times a day, so I almost always have a load ready to deposit." I put my cock away and opened the door, adding one last biting shot, "Thanks for the ride, cocksucker." I left him alone to deal with what he had done, pretty confident that I had a new mouth to fuck when I needed one. ***** Next day was prom and I eagerly looked forward to Karen's promise of some anal sex. The school day dragged by like they always do. It finally ended and Karen went with her friends to get all dolled up. I was just leaving my locker when I saw Eric coming another way. A slight smile curved up on my face as I anticipated his submission to me. He looked up at me and seemed genuinely surprised to see me. His face went beet red and his facial expression portrayed his shame as well. I greeted him. "Hey, Eric." He looked away a bit, avoiding eye contact, "Hey, Jim." I asked, giving him a chance to admit the truth, knowing he was way too shy to bring it up, "So have you had time to consider my proposal?" He didn't answer immediately, so I just shrugged and walked away. I wanted him to have to say it, to admit it. I had walked less then fifteen feet when he called out, "Jim, wait." I suppressed a smile and turned around. He walked over to me as timid as a mouse. "I want to do it again." I said, "Are you sure?" "Yes," he answered, ...

... actually making eye contact. "Well, I happen to have the package you need here with me," I answered slyly, as another student passed by, completely oblivious that his School President was submitting to me as my personal cocksucker. "Is there a place we can go?" He looked around and said, "Follow me." I did and he led me to a small storage room in the back of the gym I didn't even know existed. It was full of props, candy, costumes and labelled boxes. He closed the door and locked it. 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 excitement because I was pulling out my big black cock, or nervousness as I prepared to explain the way it was going to be. When he didn't respond, I tapped my fully erect cock on his lips and asked, "So have you accepted the reality that you are my faggot?" He whispered, "No." "No, you are not a faggot?" I asked. "I like girls too," he defended. "So you are just my faggot?" I clarified. "I guess," he reluctantly accepted. "Just a faggot for my big black cock?" I pushed. "Yes," he admitted, staring at my cock. He was transfixed by my cock, his transformation from popular school leader to white cocksucker faggot ...