faggotjewboy’s submission begins.
What began with a simple “nice pic” IM, within a few weeks, had evolved into a regular, almost daily communication between me and faggotjewboy. As 2005 became 2006, it was clear that a strong connection had formed between the two of us. he messaged me virtually every day, and we often chatted off and on for much of the day. I came to know his head and where it was at, and the better I knew it, the more easily I could control him and use him for my amusement. One of the most striking characteristics about this faggot was his need for intense control. The headspace where he liked to play involved mining the depths of dominance and submission. The more perverse, the more abusive the form of control, the harder it made my dick, and incidentally, less importantly, his too. Within a matter of weeks we had a conversation about gun play and knife play. Some very deeply rooted patterns took hold in that first month or so, including the mutual arousal we both gained from chats about physical abuse, psychological abuse, pain, and snuff. In short order, I learned about his sexual compulsiveness, his long history of submission dating back to age 15, his darkness, his bluntness, and his sense of humor. This faggot shared with me things you’d normally only share with a person with whom you have a deep, very personal relationship. In less than a month, I had the faggot reporting to me every sexual encounter he had, and began to command him to have encounters for my amusement.
I also began to control his cum. I forbade him to ejaculate for weeks on end. The longest stretch that I ever made him hold his load was 77 days. That’s right. 77 fucking days, no cumming. I loved the impact that this had on his head. I also enjoyed the feeling of knowing I was in control of his cum, that I was denying him that pleasure. It helped him to focus on me and my needs, which were, and are, always more important. This is how our mutually gratifying relationship began. There was a certain inevitability about it—a sense that all of the submission, all of the humiliation that this faggot had known since age 15 had led him to my doorstep. In spite of being in his early 40s, he will always be 15. his head is still there, and nothing will change it. Just as that anonymous married guy fucked him in the woods at age 15, I was put in his life to mindfuck him and so much more. The particulars of the interaction are different, but the psychology is the same. he gives, I take, and he has to deal afterward. This is the life the faggot was born to lead. Luck or fate had led him to me, so he could continue the journey he began at age 15.
To be continued.
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