Patrick, nineteen year old straight jock, had been captured a few months ago and taken to Daddy’s new high tech dungeon room. The boy had been captured on his way back from the gym, his sweatpants and work out gear, after taking a hot pic to impress some girl. Poor straight boy never got to send the pic.
The room that Patrick was housed in had glass walls on three sides. The back wall was made up of several cabinets, that required keys to get into, that had a ton of bondage equipment in them (everything from gags, whips, etc). A large bed with leather wrist/ankle cuffs built into was in the center of the room. To one side was a bondage table and a wooden X cross that the boy could be tied to. The other side of the room held a chair with restraints that was missing its seat, a dildo on a stick was pointing out from where the bottom of the chair should’ve been. The floor was cushion, like a firm pillow that sunk in a bit when you stepped on it. There was a shelving unit with Patrick’s approved clothes and a hamper for dirty clothes.
Patrick’s approved clothes were as follows (he was expected to change his clothes daily, despite the outfit being the same): 7 pairs of Calvin Klein white briefs, 7 pairs of long white Dri- Fit Nike Socks, which he always had to have pulled up fully to his calves, 7 pairs of grey sweatpants, 7 pairs of white undershirts and one grey sweatshirt ….in case he got cold.
He hadn’t worn sneakers in months (his sneakers were burned with the rest of his old clothes - though Daddy did keep the boy’s old boxers and low cut black Nike socks).
A bathroom, with a toilet and shower were located through the back wall, though every time he went he was accompanied by Daddy. In fact there was never a moment where Daddy wasn’t watching, cameras were all over the room.
A tv was near the bed, which was always on and always playing gay porn. To appease the boy, Daddy had set up video games on the tv that he could play, but only when Daddy thought he was being a good boy.
For the first few weeks, Patrick had fought Daddy, trying to escape or hurt himself, but eventually with enough training, the boy had been broken down. This became his normal routine. Though being a sex slave to a forty year old man was never going to be completely normal for this straight boy. He had given up on being rescued. And hey, he was fed well….though Patrick didn’t love having his hands tied behind his back for every meal, and having to eat with just his mouth, out of a dog bowl. But he was now allowed to walk around the room, do sit ups or push ups, as opposed to the first few weeks - where he had mostly been tied down to the bed as Daddy continually fucked the boy. That was progress, even if there was still a long chain bolted into the floor that wrapped around one of his ankles.
“Video game time is over, boy.”
“Daddy can I just beat this level? I’m almost done”
Patrick sighed as he turned off the video game and the tv switched back to its regular program of loud gay porn.
“I want a blow job, I wanna see how your gag reflect is doing. Give me your hands”
Patrick held his hands behind his back, as he had multiple times before. Daddy secured them into leather cuffs and took a hold of Patrick’s blonde hair, guiding the boy to his cock. Patrick opened his mouth and took Daddy’s big thick cock into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it. It was a relief, after these few months, to be trusted enough to suck cock without an O ring gag, which tended t tire his mouth out. He still couldn’t take the cock all the way down though, without gagging.
“Did I say you could get off it, Patrick?”
“Try harder, here I’ll help you”
Daddy held Patrick’s head in his hands and pumped deeper into the boy’s mouth. Even though he was still gagging, with his hands secured and his head in Daddy’s hands, the boy couldn’t move.
“There we go, that’s better. All the way down. Good boy, Patrick”
Patrick was thrashing against Daddy’s grip, until Daddy finally let him off and Patrick was gasping for air.
“You can go back to just suck the tip if you want.”
Patrick got back up and continued the blow job until Daddy came down his throat. Patrick swallowed as usual.
“Can I go back to my game?”
“Have you given your sample today?”
Patrick was required to jerk off every morning and catch his cum in a cup, which was then put through a slot in one of the room’s walls. Daddy would collect the cum and add it to a special storage container, that kept Patrick’s cum wet and fresh in a big jar.
“No Daddy, I didn’t feel like it. I’m sorry”
Daddy grabbed Patrick by the hair again and pulled him to his feet. He then grabbed a cup from one of the cabinets. He pulled Patrick’s sweatpants and briefs down and started to jerk the boy’s cock rapidly.
“I let you play your video games today, Patrick, because I thought you were starting to be a good boy. You had been good for so much of this week. But now, I think I was wrong. You’re becoming naughty again” said Daddy as he pumped the boy’s cock. Patrick just stared ahead, his hands still tied, as he got hard in Daddy’s hands. It wasn’t a physical reaction, Daddy mashed up Viagra in the boy’s meals a lot, so Patrick’s boner was an almost constant irritation.
Patrick grunted and came into the cup in a full burst. Daddy pulled the boy’s briefs and sweatpants back up and sat the boy down on the bed. He then took the cup full of cum and put through the slot in the wall.
“Don’t worry, I’ll put you through a lot of training tonight. We’re having guests for dinner and they are very much looking forward to playing with you”
“Sir, please, I’m tired. Can I just relax today? I don’t…..”
“Patrick, do you need to be gagged?”
“No I don’t need to be gagged”
“Daddy please! Can I just service you tonight? That’s what you want, right? To play with me”
“What I want, boy…” said Daddy as he grabbed a red ball gag from one of the shelves and sat next to Patrick on the bed.
“What I want…..is to watch to four men, fuck every hole you have, and whip and torment you for hours. That’s what I want, straight boy. Because, you couldn’t suck my cock properly today or give me a cum sample at the time that you’re supposed to, which is first thing when you wake up. These are offenses that must be dealt with. So you will suffer tonight, my beautiful boy. And maybe learn to be good from now on”
Patrick tried to cry out, but Daddy gagged him with the ball gag, securing it behind his head.
“Do you wanna sit in the dildo chair until our guests arrive? Keep you nice and open?”
Patrick shook his head. Daddy got up and started lube the dildo that was sticking out of the chair bottom. He then pulled Patrick’s briefs and sweatpants back off, lifted the boy over his shoulder and slowly placed Patrick down in the chair, separating Patrick’s butt cheeks, so that he dildo could slip into the boy’s hole. Patrick groaned as the dildo filled him and Daddy pushed Patrick down until the boy was full impaled in the chair. Daddy then undid the leather cuffs and strapped Patrick’s hands to the chair arms. He undid the one chain on Patrick’s ankle, and secured the boy’s ankles to the chair legs. He then put a leather strap across Patrick’s forehead, so the boy’s head was forced back. Patrick tried to shift his weight in the chair, but there was no relief.
Daddy caressed Patrick’s hair and kissed the moaning boy on the forehead.
“I have a gift for you, a dessert after dinner. You know all of that cum, I’ve been collecting? Well, we reached our goal. The whole large jug is full of your cum, kept fresh by science. Tonight, I’m going to stick a hose down your throat and feed all of that cum to you, until the jar is completely empty. And then we will start the collection again”
Patrick just moaned into his ball gag.
“Do you like the thought of that?”
“Yes daddy” he said between his gag, obeying the rules.
“That’s my good boy, Patrick. That’s my good boy”
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