THE DESCENT
PART 4: Cunting Me Softly with His Words He looked at me (almost thru me), and after an eternity, when I thought he may finally smile and put me at ease, he took a deep breath and started to speak: “We live in a dumb society. A world of rich color which we insist on making black and white. We claim to live in a modern age and an age of progress, but in reality, we live in an era as unenlightened as any which have ever been.” –I nodded blankly, having ZERO idea where this was going to go. “In our dumb, black and white world, we have chosen to believe there are only two sexes: men and women. But this is wrong, boi. There are many sexes in between these poles. True enough, half of our species is born in the garb of a male with a penis and flat chest while the rest have vaginas and bulbous protuding breasts. Because of these mere physical descriptors, we call all those which a penis a “man” and those with a “vagina” a woman.” –Duh, I thought silently, but what is the point of all this? “The reality is this: not all males are men. In fact, few males of the species really earn the right to call themselves “Men”. Those Men know who they are, as do most others around them. Most males are confused and lost and are not likely to ever figure anything out. But there is a breed among males which is more sure of their identities. And you, my boi, are one of those.” –I swallowed uncomfortably. What did he mean? “You are not a Man. You are only a boi. And no, I know what you are thinking. You are not a “boy” as in a young male, your are a “boi", a lesser male, an inferior male which stands (or squats) in contradistinction to a Real Man. I know this is hard for you to hear since you have been told by society, your family, your schools, your friends, even the girls you may make poked with that little cocklet of yours that you’re a “man”. But when you think back on your life, after you have gotten over the shock of my words, you will realize that I am right. All those failed relationships with women, for instance, were not just because of chemistry, or even because you are gay. They failed because you are not a real man and you have nothing within you to satisfy a real woman.” –I crossed my legs instinctively as his verbal castration continued. “I have been watching you for years, boi. You never noticed me, but I used to work on the floor right above you. I saw you for years coming and going on my elevator. I could smell the boi in you and knew it was a matter of time before I would “cunt” you.” – My quizzical look betrayed me. “Yes, I “cunted” you, which is to say, I ripped off that cloak of false manhood and revealed you to be merely a boi. I showed you the uselessness of your cocklet as a sexual tool the way I would hold it out of the way while I fucked you. I made your hole into a proper “pussy”, a slutty hole meant to take hard Man Cock. The whole time you just cooed and moaned like a little girl because you are as close to being a girl as you are to being a Man. And I bred you with my seed over and over until your pussy could no longer fully close. Even now, it sits partially open between those sexy butt cheeks, secretly longing for me to pry it open with my tongue and feed it another load. Don’t deny it, boi. I can see the lust in your eyes, even as you are trying to hide it. I taught you your proper role– to serve a Real Man and right now I am offering to take you on as my boi and further your learning.” —I glanced down at the table, unable to look him in the eyes. “Let me be clear, boi. This no longer has anything to do with me. Yes, I cunted you. But the process, once begun, will continue whether I help you or not. In fact, it will continue whether you choose to accept and believe my Words or not. You will never be satisfied with your old life. You will never find sexual satisfaction in the bed of anything less than a Real Man who is willing to treat you as the pussyboi you were born to be.” —I felt bile rising up into my throat. My ears were ringing and I felt the throbbing of my pulse in my temples. “So here is the deal, boi. I want you. I have wanted you for years. But I don’t want you the way you may want me. You are not my equal. You are not a Man, as I am. You are just a boi. I don’t want to boyfriend or a husband, but even if I did, you are beneath me. I would never be able to love you like an equal. But I could keep you near me and train you and perhaps in time, even cherish you as a pet. I like the way you feel in my bed, my cock has grown accustomed to your sweet pussy and with lots of training, I think I could make you into something I would be proud to ‘own’”. –Own? What the hell does that mean?— I asked with my eyes? “bois, once cunted, go thru a metamorphosis. I believe yours began the first day I bred you. The lust within you will keep building and building and you have no way to control it on your own. The walls you built to make you successful thus far are collapsing around you. You will soon have no way to control your needs nor any of your other impetuous instincts. Instead, you will succumb to them and steadily decline into a world of unfulfillable desires. You will end up an addict of some sort, like all poorly trained cunted bois, addicted to drugs or to cum, a ‘meth-head’ or ‘faggot’, or probably both.” He scanned me for a reaction, but there was none. I could no longer absorb the meaning of his words; I could only feel them land upon me like blows from his fist. “A boi’s best chance in life is never to learn the truth about himself, like so many other “males” out there. But if that truth is shown, if a boi is cunted, then his only hope is to be taken on by a Real Man and trained to control himself. And a boi can only control himself in devotion to a Real Man. “If you accept my offer, your training will come in two forms: the breaking down and removal of the last vestiges of ‘pseudomalia’— that is: living in a delusion of being a man— and then the rebuilding of you into a useful boi who can be of good service to a Real Man. In the rebuild process, you will learn to control your base desires and turn them into better service for your Man. At the end of the day, you were built to serve and worship a Superior Man every bit as much as I was built to breed and subjugate an inferior boi. That is the chemistry you felt between us during our conjugation. It is powerful enough to be almost spiritual, boi. But you have only experienced a tenth of the possible bliss which awaits you. But only if you choose to offer yourself.” –I looked surprised at this last statement. I had a choice? “No one can force you to be a boi. You are or you aren’t. But the choice to ‘accept’ your boi-hood is yours alone. You can leave here tonight and go back to your apartment and your job and the life you have had before, and you can ignore my words. Over time, that world will turn steadily more gray and joyless. You may be able to ignore the changes within you for a few weeks or months (or even years, if you are truly exceptional) but the degeneration of your manhood will continue, nonetheless. You will feel urges you won’t understand. You will find yourself in positions you won’t be prepared for. And over time, in spite of any defenses you may concoct, you will succumb. “OR, you can make the choice to submit yourself entirely… mind, body and soul… to me. This is not an easy choice and I don’t expect you to make it right here on the spot. You may need a few days or even weeks to think about all I have said.” He paused and looked searchingly into my eyes. “So, boi, what do you think?” –I looked at him demurely but still could not gaze directly into his eyes. Every time I glanced up, to peer at his face, his eyes always met mine and challenged my right to do so… so I just stared at my feet and mustered every ounce of courage I had within me.
“Sir… um… may I make a quick stop at my place on the way to Sir’s home?”
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