Subhuman Resources 7

Follow me, fag, Libardo ordered, leaving my room, I followed him down the hall on all fours like an obedient animal, it was a cold night, he took me to a wooded and very dark area of the garden, you could hardly see anything. Libardo had a flashlight that he shone on me.

He had set up a table with some utensils, the silence was overwhelming. Libardo went to the table and played the melody on the small device with metal cylinders

TINTONTANTAAAN

The sound broke the night's silence and penetrated deep into my mind. I got on my knees with my chest out, my hands behind me, and my gaze on the floor.

Why are you here, fag? he asked, standing in front of me.

To train, Sir, I said in a weak voice, aware that it was a silly response

I mean here and now, fag, Libardo insisted

I remained silent

TINTONTANTAAAN

From now on, I want you to assume that you're here to please me, obey me, serve me, and give me pleasure, he ordered

TINTONTANTAAAN

Why are you here, fag?

To please you and... I forgot the rest, he gave me a strong lash on the chest with a whip he took from the table - obey me, he hit me again on the chest - serve me - he hit me on the back - and give me pleasure - he added, hitting me on both buttocks - I want you to reflect on each word so you understand

The melody sounded again, and my mind wandered, leaving my body... I only have flashes of what happened next

... Please him... a voice told me as my tongue licked his balls, very slowly, savoring them, feeling them, worshiping them - lick, fag, lick well, from top to bottom... give me pleasure, you're not doing it to please yourself, but to please me... your tongue is just another object... your tongue is to serve the balls of real men - I kept licking, focused, committed... I wasn't licking his balls, I was worshiping them...

My eyes were fixed on those big, hairy balls... my mind repeated over and over that I had to please him... please him... I licked and licked, fulfilling his order...

Don't suck them, don't lick them, worship them, he told me, and my tongue obsessively sought to please him... it was an urgent need for him to feel satisfied...

Ah, good boy, he said, and my head exploded in a strange pleasure... I was achieving the goal... Libardo was satisfied.

Obey me... a voice said, and I looked at a plate with dog food in front of me. Not croquettes, but that dry food, Libardo had his dick out and urinated into my plate while I, on all fours, looked at the plate becoming something increasingly disgusting... when he finished filling it, the plate was full to the brim, and the pieces of dog food floated grotesquely.

Libardo spat into the plate as if to finish cooking his dish - EAT, he ordered me

My mind resisted, but my head went to the plate, and I started sucking the salty urine mixed with dog food...

EAT, ...