The Fag of Eric 2

It's noon, I finish showering wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Eric has been a great friend this morning: he called my friends to let them know he would wait for me to sober up before I went home.

He invited me for breakfast and bought me several bottles of water and hydrating drinks. He also lent me a towel and his sandals so I could freshen up.

The hangover has almost completely dissipated. I haven't known how to approach what had happened between us during the early hours, and I didn't want to ask uncomfortable questions or ruin that morning of "hungover friends" by bringing up the issue. I stayed quiet even though I was dying to talk about it.

Once out of the shower, I look for him with my eyes, I consider he is tired and I think I need to go home.

Eric calls me from the living room - "Albert?" - I approach him to say goodbye and find him completely naked, sitting on the couch, his hairy legs open.

"Take off those clothes, they're dirty, you wore them yesterday," he says, looking straight into my eyes. "I'll give you something clean to wear in a moment," he adds.

I quickly take off my shirt, then pull down my pants. I am slender but have well-toned pecs and a flat, defined abdomen. My arms have fairly decent biceps, and as I am used to dancing my legs are strong, slim, and long. Hairy like my chest.

I have never been able to define the color of my skin, it's a tanned white, my slightly curly black hair, my large, aquiline nose, and my honey-colored eyes.

I'm not intimidated by being naked in front of anyone, but Eric's attitude makes me feel particularly exposed when I'm left in my boxers.

"Come on, take everything off, man," Eric tells me when he sees I'm hesitating about keeping my boxers on. I pull them down, ending up completely naked in front of him.

Eric relaxes when he sees me naked - "sit down, I want to tell you something," he says seriously and I sit on the couch next to him.

"First of all, I want to warn you that I am heterosexual," he says without losing the friendly and kind attitude he has treated me with all morning. "I don't have a girlfriend because I like them all and because I don't want commitments, but at the very spot where you're sitting, at least half of the theater company girls have been riding me."

Although it seems like he's joking, I believe him. He has everything to attract the prettiest girls in the company, including a very good dick.

I discreetly glance down to see it. It looks small, innocently hanging between his hairy legs resting on his two tremendous, hairy balls that I noticed the night before.

"I don't want a girlfriend, obviously, I don't want a boyfriend," he says laughing, "but I'm extremely horny... so a faggot would come in handy. Do you know what that is?"

I shake my head in negation. I am a sweet 19-year-old boy who wants love, hugs, and caresses. I know nothing about terms and fetishes.

"Oh, poor Albert, you're so naive," he says, gently tapping my thigh.

"The fag is a little bitch that satisfies a man's sexual needs," he says, smiling at me.

"Like a prostitute?" I ask innocently.

"Well, yes, but the fag doesn't charge. The fag feels pleasure in serving his Alpha because he considers him superior. The fag respects his Alpha, obeys him, does what the Alpha says, and certainly satisfies him sexually... the position isn't free for a boyfriend, but I have room for a fag. Do you want to be mine?"

I try to quickly process what Eric has just told me. It's too much information. He's describing a kind of sexual slave and he just told me he considers himself superior to me... these are words I don't like from the start, but the idea of having a place in his life fills me with desire. It's like receiving a consolation prize that I'm not sure how to use.

"I don't know, Eric, I'd have to think about it," I tell him with complete honesty. I hope for a nice relationship with kisses and hugs, which is a far cry from what he's proposing.

"Come here," he tells me, tapping his inner thigh. It's a fleshy thigh despite his slender build. I kneel between his legs and he grabs his small dick with two fingers and pushes my head towards it with his other hand. "Suck it," I put it in my mouth, it smells fishy, he hasn't bathed yet, his balls give off a pungent smell of sweat, testosterone, man...

I suck and lick it, take it all in, it's like a little sweet on my tongue. I stick out my tongue with his dick inside and lick his balls, I keep sucking and gradually feel my jaw having to work harder to take it in. This time I'm determined to deepthroat it, I make an effort and swallow it whole, eagerly showing him my hunger and need...

Eric pushes my face back with his big hand and slaps my cheeks strongly with his hard dick. "Do you want to keep sucking it?... Do you want it?... Do you?"

"Yes, please," I reply, opening my mouth, but Eric's hand on my forehead prevents me from getting closer.

"It has a price, are you going to pay it?" he asks.

"Yes," I respond nervously and intrigued.

"Get up and wash the breakfast dishes," I immediately stand up and go to the kitchen, pick up the breakfast dishes and start washing them diligently.

Eric watches me leaning against the door frame, with his dick fully erect and his arms crossed. "From now on, you can leave whenever you want, don't feel obligated to stay," he says, "but if you stay, it's because you're going to obey me."

I finish washing the dishes and turn around to see Eric smiling, waiting for my reward. "Kneel," he orders and I obey. He approaches me and directs his dick into my mouth with his hand. I'm about to grab it, but he retracts it. "Hands behind your back, you're not allowed to touch me."

His words excite me, so I put my hands behind my back and let him fuck my mouth. He does it with roughness, thrusting in and out forcefully. I feel it scraping my throat and how it penetrates deeply. I feel violated but I like it, it excites me. It's a side of Eric I didn't know, and it surprises me to the point of getting me extremely aroused.

I can't hide my arousal because I'm naked. Eric looks at my hard dick and keeps thrusting his cock in my throat.

"Do you like it?" he asks pulling back. I look at him naked with his balls hanging and his dick pointing up.

"I liked it a lot, thank you," I respond somewhat dizzy and stunned after the face fuck he gave me.

"Do you want more?" he asks.

"Yes," I answer, wanting much more.

"You know you have to pay a price, are you going to pay it?" he asks, smiling, "this time it may cost you more."

"I beg you, please," I say, carried away by the momentum of my previous begging.

"If you're not willing to pay it, you can leave, but if you go, this won't happen again," he warns me, "we'll keep being friends as usual."

"I want to pay the price," I say kneeling.

"Hands behind your back, if you want to suck my dick, you'll have to endure three kicks in the balls," I think it's a joke, but seeing his smiling face, I realize it's not... will he kick me in the balls?... is it worth getting hit for a dick?...

I put my hands behind my back and lift my chest, whimpering a bit - "please," I plead, turning my face away in anticipation of the blows.

The first kick is harder than I imagined, I feel cramps all over my body and a bit of asphyxiation. I grab my balls and fall to the side... such a painful sensation...

"What do you say, Albert? Are you leaving or do you want another one?" I kneel back with my hands behind, Eric cuts short my agony and gives me a good kick with his instep in my testicles. I fall to my side in pain and a shout, this time it takes me longer to recover and I'm about to leave...

"One more to go," he says, "come on, you're almost paying today's price."

I kneel again, I'm already in this, one more and it will all be over... he looks like he's going to kick, and I cry out in anticipation. He does it a second time and I feel myself bursting with anxiety, my dick has lost its erection, I feel a bit defeated, even dirty... he gives me the third kick, I fall to the floor, but this one didn't hurt as much as the previous two...

"Get up, Albert, you earned it," he says, opening his hands and showing my reward all hard between his legs.

I devour it with all my energy, I suck, slurp, lick, swallow, explore it, kneel before him doing with his dick what I want, feeling it's mine, bought with pain and humiliation.

Eric quickly pulls it out of my mouth and holds my head by the hair, moving it up and down at full speed, then he cums, filling my face completely with his abundant load. I feel marked, bathed, completely debased, and it excites me.

Eric makes me crawl on all fours behind him, holding my hair. He stands in front of the full-length mirror in his room and makes me look at myself there, on my knees, covered in cum - "That's a faggot," he says, "Do you think someone like me would beg for dick like you just did?"

"No, Eric," I reply, looking at myself kneeling beside him.

"Do you think a man like me would let himself be hit in the balls for having a dick in his mouth?" he asks.

"No, Eric," I reply, looking into his eyes through the mirror, seeing him smiling and satisfied fills me with pleasure.

"Well, that makes me superior to you, don't you think?" I remain silent.

"The law of life says that the superior must subdue the inferior, just as today I have subdued you to show you what you are... you're a faggot and I want you to be my faggot, and that you respect and obey me," he continues in silence.

"I'm going to humiliate you so you learn your place, I'm going to punish you so you learn to obey, but I'm also going to take care of you, because I take care of my things... Albert, do you want to be my fag?"

"Eric, I need to seriously think about it," I respond with fear, thinking he'll hit me or tell me to forget it and go home...

"That's the answer I expected," he says smiling, "go bathe again, I'll get the clothes I'm going to lend you," he replies, letting go of my hair and moving to his drawer to take out some pants and a t-shirt.