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It’s awful to see your ranchhand using your son in such a humiliating way. When he cums, you cum, imagining a lasso around your neck.
“Say your mantra, boy”
“I belong to my Master. I exist to get fucked by my Master. I’m happy when I get fucked by my Master. I am a slave”.
I can’t fight these words. When I say them, my mind shuts down and the words repeat in my mind in a loop, destroying any other thought, burning down my will, taking away my mind.
This mantra becomes my reality, and I repeat it over and over as he raises my legs and his cock enters me. When I say it I believe it, and when I believe it it becomes true. These words control me.
I belong to my Master: He owns me, he can use me however he wants. He has made me belong to him, and it feels right when he uses me as his toy, because that’s what I am. His toy. I belong to him.
I exist to get fucked by my Master. When his cock is inside me, when he’s using me for his pleasure, that’s when I feel the most like myself, that’s when my life makes sense. Nothing else matters but the overwhelming, delightful reality of getting used by him.
I’m happy when I get fucked by my Master. This mantra repeats itself in my mind, over and over, until I’m just a mindless happy slave repeating it as his cock pounds me. I’m happy when I get fucked by my Master. I’m happy when I get fucked by my Master. I’m happy, I’m happy, I’m happy…
Nothing makes me happier than his cock in my ass, than his cum inside me when he finally reaches orgasm, and knowing that it was me, my body, what gave him all that pleasure. I’m his happy sex toy, his happy slave.
I am a slave.
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I was in the gym, working out hard, pushing myself to reach my limits and beyond when a guy approached me. He askes me if I could spot for him. I was really in the flow, but I’m always up to help out a fellow gymrat, so I said okay. I tried to help as little as I could letting his muscles do as much work as possible, I just gave him a boost when I saw he was stuck. I saw his chest bulging, muscles stretching. Awesome. I did a great work. Poor guy barely could catch his breath to say: “You gave a great support. Thanks for the help. I could really use you in the future as well. ” I said no prob, feel free to catch me, then I turned around. He grabbed my hand and shook it.
Everything went black. My mind became quiet and calm. I heard the noise from the gym, but I didn’t care about it, I heard him talking to me, couldn’t understand any word. But I knew it was very important what he said to me.
I heard a snap. I slowly became aware of my surroundings. Surprisingly I was not in the gym but in a living room. On my knees. Before him. I have no idea about what happened and how I got here. All I knew was that I’m at the right place. It’s a shame that I didn’t realise it earlier that this guy from the gym is a god. So muscled. So handsome. And his trackies. And his bulge. Everything is perfect about him. He slowly kicked his sneakers down and revealed his smelly socks. All my focus went to them. I saw the stains. I saw that it’s still moist from the gym sweat. My dick started to throb, I felt my head and my nose being pulled into them. I started to kiss his feet and take deep breaths of the musky and smelly socks. I cummed. Into my pants. Two times. I felt powerless and exhausted, and I saw him stronger that ever. All I wanted was to submit to his will and serve him. And as I kissed and sniffed his feet this feeling intensified a hundred times. I felt I became completely his property. As I worshipped his feet he smirked and started to slowly stroke his dick trough his shiny trackies. I heard hus hand slipping on the silky fabric and I felt my dick throb again. My head moved automatically from his feet to his legs, kissing his soft trackies, inhaling his scent. I cummed again. Into my pants. Three times. My mind was blank agaim and as my head got closer to his bulge I felt his hands on my head, driving me. He controlled me without words and his touch took me to a different level in obedience. I wanted to suck. I wanted his cock. His cum. As I licked his cock trough his trackies all the way up and down I looked deeply into his eyes. I saw him smirking and enjoying my worship. My eyes were blank.
“I’m glad you agreed being used by me. I caught you, just like you wanted. And now look at yourself. Horny. Thirsty for obedience. Thirsty for being used. Completely mine. You are my slave. Your only goal is to serve and please me. Inhale my musk. Feel my trackies. Get used to it as I’m not planning to let you go for a while. And now… Pull off your pants. You should finish your training. I guess you wanted to do sqats. So spread your arse wide as you sit on my cock, and start to slide up and down… Good boy. ”
They asked so nicely. So politely. They had come so far just by hitchhiking and now they were just 150 km away from home. It would have been cruel if I hadn’t offered them a ride home.
Maybe I should have mentioned that I meant my home. And after a rigorous training, they’d soon call it their home as well. Not that they had any choice.
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How to earn an obedient toy - an illustrated guide
Step 1: find a nice jock and make sure to quite him down.
Step 2: Clothes are not needed for the process, so get rid of them.
Step 3: Make sure the subject can't go anywhere. Don't be worried to use too much rope.
Step 4: When he is ready to learn, teach him that you are in charge. You can use the methods that you prefere.
You have to repeat this step for all the time that is needed!
Final step: If you have done all the steps properly, you finally will have your toy that will obey to any command. For example, hanging himself.
This is what happen to a slave that don’t follow the rules of his master : he get shut off like a toy
You’re a slave. You don’t react to the punishment of your Master.
You know that if you do it, the punishments will get worse
You know that even if you struggle, you can’t escape.
So you just accept that you’re a toy for him and he can shut you down every time he want.
Sei uno schiavo, non reagisci alle punizioni del tuo padrone.
Sai che se lo fai diventeranno peggiori
Sai che anche se iniziassi a lottare, non riusciresti comunque a liberarti.
Così accetti che per lui sei un giocattolo e può farti perdere i sensi ogni volta che vuole.
That was one one the nights where i’m really hungry.. so I move to a motel room and order a pizza. In the time I wait for it, i prepare my instruments: some cloth, chloroform, ropes… when the nice pizzaboy i saw days ago arrives, I open the door and hide myself. The poor boy seems to be confuse as he see noone ”Hello…. hey, there is your pizza!” He looks around, but as he turns his back to me, i get out and grab him from behind. He feels he’s in a trap, he struggle like a wild animal.. “What… MMMMPHH MMPH!“ But the chloro kicks in with no mercy, and he fight less and less. In the fumes of chloro, when he’s about to pass out, he ask for mercy under the cloth: “please…. please….. i’m just a pizzaboy…” I steadly keep his face covered and reply: “Shh…. just relax… there’s nothing you can do anymore“
At the end he became just a floppy toy in my arms. A good night is about to begin, for me. Quella era una delle notti in cui sono davvero affamato … quindi vado in una stanza di un motel e ordino una pizza. Nel momento in cui la aspetto, preparo i miei strumenti: del tessuto, del cloroformio, delle corde … quando arriva il bel ragazzo delle consegne che ho visto giorni fa, apro la porta e mi nascondo. Il povero ragazzo sembra essere confuso mentre vede nessuno “Ciao…. hey, c'è la tua pizza! ” Si guarda intorno, ma mentre mi volta le spalle, esco e lo prendo da dietro. Si sente in trappola, lotta come un animale selvatico .. “Cosa … MMMMPHH MMPH!” Ma il cloroformio entra senza pietà e lui si agita con sempre meno fornza. Nei fumi del cloroformio, quando sta per svenire, chiede pietà sotto il panno: “per favore…. per favore … sono solo un ragazzo … ” Mantengo costantemente la sua faccia coperta e rispondo: “Shh …. rilassati … non c'è più niente che puoi fare “ Alla fine diventa solo un giocattolo floscio tra le mie braccia. Sta per iniziare una bella notte. Clip from Bestdeaths.com
