Learning to be a slave

Before being with my current Master, I was just a cocksucking faggot who put in my mouth whatever was offered to me. I was only interested in sex and nothing else.

But one day, while cruising, I met my first Master. He never told me his name, he offered me his cock and I started sucking it, then he put me on all fours and fucked me up the ass.

I thought that was all, but he was the one who opened my eyes. He told me I wasn’t a fucking faggot but a fucking worthless faggot slave.

Those words didn’t offend me, they made me hornier. I’ve always been turned on by being called a faggot. The Master made it clear that I had to call him Sir or Master and he told me how to be a good slave.

The first thing was that I could no longer take a cock out of someone’s pants unless it was offered to me. I couldn’t suck it using my hands, only my mouth. The Master decided whether he would fuck me in the ass afterward or whether I would just swallow his semen. It was also the Master’s prerogative to fuck me in the ass with or without a condom.

He made it clear to me that submissives get fucked, but slaves get it up the ass because they are not men, but animals. That’s where my name beast comes from.

The Master also decided whether to use dildos on me, piss on me, cum on my body or face, whip me, spit on me, and more extreme practices like chastity cages, wax, tattoos, piercings, branding, tying balls, or, in very extreme cases, castrate.

The more things the Master said, the filthier I got. The possibility of being castrated almost made me orgasm.

He told me about safewords and agreeing on limits before starting because afterward there would be no turning back.

The Master told me all that over several sessions, but first he fucked me in the ass and then came in my mouth. With my current Master I do the same.

One fine day he left me, I think he had a regular slave and I was no longer needed, but I will always be grateful to him for showing me my true nature, I adore being a queer slave.