“Hey boy, I saw you on the gay hook up apps. I got an offer for you. How would you like to be my personal assistant for the next few months while I have business here? It pays well, and free room and board…. What will you have to do? Carry my bags, cook, clean, get my scotch on the rocks. But I want more than the usual domestic shit. I need personal attention. I need a boy who will treat me like the superior man I am, to revel in my natural masculinity, to salivate at the sight of my very hairy body, to beg to clean me up head to toe with his tongue, paying very close attention to my nipples and my asshole. I saw in your profile that you are pretty much hairless, that’s what I like. You also claim to be horny all the time. That’s good too, because I am going to nut into you at least twice a day. From that bulge in your pants, I can you are interested. Speaking of which, cumming is reserved for real men. I don’t allow my fags to selfishly nut without my permission, which you probably won’t get. Don’t worry your libido will be satisfied. In fact, let’s go upstairs. I want to try out your mouth.”
Slave makes my dinner, and then as attached to the wall by its septum ring. It stays there until I’m done eating. After I eat, the slave is allowed to eat.
That moment when your mind and body go to a whole other place.
There’s been a gradual build up, your skilful Master adding layer upon layer of pain and degradation to endure.
it started after being strapped into position with the verbal abuse, reminding you what you are, what you are for, a quick way to get you focused. ‘dick-bitch’ ‘cunt’ fag-slut’ ‘piece of shit’ ‘inferior scum’….’YES SIR, it is just a hole for abuse, SIR!’
Then brutally untied before being thrown over Master’s knee, the spanking was a gentle warm-up, bare handed, humiliating, bad boy. Then bent over, grabbing ankles…10 with the belt, followed by 10 with the crop…’Thank You SIR, Please may i have another SIR?!’
He bites, He, squeezes, clamps and abrades before you willingly put your hands behind your back for the application of the pegs…cock, balls, tits, nose, eyelids, septum, ears. The pain slowly building, burning, endured.
The bondage is simple enough but totally debilitating, ankles and wrists bound together, no chance of escape now.
He rapes your mouth with His tongue, panting, greedy. His teeth tear at your tongue, His eyes terrify you, excite you, possess you. you are His. Takes the facial pegs off with His teeth, tears, tugs. the pain as the blood rushes back into the tender body parts is enough to make you scream…time for the gag.
Now you are panting, 2 hours in and your ass is throbbing, the pegs ever growing agony, helpless, sweating, struggling, drooling, no longer human, just a horny animal, panting, begging, every sensation controlled and still He whispers in your ear…’nasty little pig, grovelling worm, slutty puppy’.
He easily pulls you back onto His lap, hole exposed for the world to see, the online world, the cam positioned perfectly, public humiliation added to the list, another emotion to comprehend, deal with. your renewed struggling and muffled begging will please the viewers, pleases Master.
Brown bottle held to your nose, countdown from 10….then again….then again. Head spins, eyes widen as the baseball bat is slowly presented to you. End placed on your forehead and then slowly traced down to the waiting hole, pink and open. your sweat providing some lube.
He teases you stroking the opening, pressure then withdrawl. More poppers then as one hand rips off a trio of pegs the other pushes, forces until the bat penetrates your tight pussy. He bites down on your ear and thats when it happens….sensory overload. you fly, go to another place, ecstatic, overwhelmed, pain, pleasure. you want to hurt more, you want to feel more, you are part of Master, He owns you, you are His, you are connected, He has the power to change you, to possess you, to take you over. He is everywhere, He is here. You feel everything, you feel nothing.
He is pumping the bat, in and out, every stroke taking more out of you, feeding on you. More pegs are ripped off, you grow weak, compliant, a rag doll, mindless, murmuring, thanking, praising, exploding. the gag is removed and you feel His tongue again, softer, the bat is slowly withdrawn. He holds you, you sob into his chest. your cum is running down your leg, forming a huge puddle on the floor between His feet.
Untied, He lets you slip to the floor, you are still lost, tongue out, panting, worshipping. He knows, He knows what He can do to you, what He can do for you. He pushes your head into the puddle, clean up. The task helps you to regain a little bit of focus, lap, lap, lap and swallow. As you come up, His cock is there waiting, you will spend the next hour worshipping it, pleasing it. Your mind is now completely focused on Him, you will make sure this is the best head you have ever given, nothing matters but the cock, nothing matters but Master. He has proved yet again that He truly owns you.
“Well, lookie who showed up! I thought you were going to flake out. Did you do it?... You told them?... I don’t need to know the details. You look bummed. Don’t be. You needed to do this. It’s time you moved out. You’re, what, 19? They kicked you out for doing what you should be devoting your life to—servicing dick. And that’s why I want you. I’m your new Dad now.
“The days of him beating your ass and leave you crying in your bed are over. I’m going to beat your ass and make you cry in bed only to get turned on and fuck you hard as a result. Ha. Ha.
“Come over here and give your dad a kiss…. No, you can do better than that…. Atta boy. No, no. Stay right there. I told you to spend the night here having fun. Did you get loaded up?... How many in your gut?... How many in your butt? Five loads? That’s good. I would have preferred all five in your butt, but three is good.
“Now remember all that happened here. Because, as my son, I’m in control of that cunt between your legs. No other men will be in there, not unless I say.
“Did you cum?... What’s with that puzzled look? I told you to enjoy yourself so that you can get one last nut before I cut your access off.
“Tell you what, strip naked right there and jack off for me. Yeah, I told you on that first night I fucked you, that you are never to touch yourself while I’m using you. But right now, I want you to cum for me. Strip.
“Son, I told you when I offered you to come live with me and be my son, that obedience is the center of what I am looking for. Being naked in front of me will become very natural for you. The thought of driving around with my naked boy next to me, gets me hard. Now strip son. Atta boy.
“This cruise spot is dead in the daylight, so no one will be pulling in any time soon. It’s funny that the number of times we connected at night, you have been naked without any problem over by those trees.
“Put all your clothes in back. Get on your knees, right there on the asphalt. No, move back a little. I want a better view. You are rock hard.
“Begin. Go on. That’s it. No, no. Look up at me. Stare at your new Dad. Stare at the man who will own you, who will protect you, who will discipline you, and who will fuck the hell out of you every day. I may be close to sixty, but I still have the stamina of a thirty-year-old.
“With your free hand, shove two fingers into your cunt…. Yeah. Feel those loads? Imagine those being mine. I know you want to taste it, don’t ya boy? Pull your fingers out and shove it into your mouth. There you go. Tastes nasty, doesn’t it? I can see the ecstasy in your eyes. I know you are remembering the first time I fucked you. You were being spit roasted by those two truck drivers over there. The three of us were going back and forth between your holes. You didn’t care what we were doing. It was all about servicing us.
“The number of times I used you, it was all about my pleasure. That’s what I like to see in a boy.
“Do it again. Go in deep to get your fingers extra coated up. Keep looking at me while you do it. Keep pounding that tiny pud.
“That thing is so small. I don’t think I ever paid attention to it before, other than smacking you the few times I thought you were trying to reach for it. I initially thought you reached for your thing just to get face slapped. But you learned that your pecker is useless and should be ignored.
“You liked me smacking you across your face when my fat dick was slamming into your cunt. But I saw that hesitation on your face; you didn’t want to encourage more slaps, but deep down you craved it. I got so turned on to your confusion. Don’t worry, I have no intention of changing. You need to be continually reminded of your place. Nothing does that better than a good ol’ fashioned smack especially randomly during the day.
“You are really going to town on your pecker. Don’t ask me for permission, just shoot. It will be the last selfish decision you will make. Afterwards I will be deciding everything for the two of us. My needs, my wants, my pleasures are your focus, always.
“My cock will be the center of your world. You know all eight inches of it. So, I don’t have to do any stretch training. Being a whore here to every man with a hard on gave you that.
“Son, put your hand back there and push. Shit out the rest of the loads onto your hand…. There you go. I heard that wet fart. That’s bound to be messy…. You know what to do with it.
“That’s a good boy. Lick your fingers clean. Damn, you like it nasty don’t you? Of course you do.
“You like piss, Son?... Moan if you do…. Good. I love pissing in holes. You drank mine with some difficulty. As my son you will be expected to drink mine. You eat ass?... Well Son, you are going to be spending a lot of time with your tongue buried deep inside my hairy ass. A lot of time.
“Damn boy! Shoot that fucker…. Fuck yeah!... That’s a huge load there. Finish licking your fingers clean. Figured it would be the thought of eating my ass would make you cum. Son, there’s no way I would have you as my son if you didn’t enjoy tongue fucking my shithole.
“Go on lick your own cum off your hand. Enjoy your reward. That’s the last time your tiny balls will be emptied. You’ll have all of my cum, more you could ever want; you know I produce huge loads, and I can go several rounds.
“Did you lick all the cum off your hands?... Good. Now lick the cum that is on the asphalt. Yeah, you heard me. That’s it. Yeah, you follow orders without second guessing.
“That’s going to be expected being my son living with me. I will take care of you, but I won’t take shit from you. You do need structure. You need discipline. I will deliver it as I see fit. And I don’t want any back talk from you.
“Ok. Get up and get in the truck. Bring your shirt….
“…Put your shirt on the seat. I don’t want that ass spooge fucking up my leather seats. Close the door.
“Ok. The is the moment. This is your last out. I’m offering you a life where you will be my son and I will be your dad. I’m in control at all times. You will be disciplined, and you will be used to satisfy my urges. You will also take care of the cooking and cleaning.
“Don’t worry, you will be fucked. My cock gets hard two or three times a day.
“Speaking of which. My dick likes to fuck. And sometimes it’s going to fuck other boys. You are never to show jealousy. In fact, I want you to get excited to know my dick is getting taken care of. Your first words to me after me using some other cunt should be begging me to clean my cock. Monogamy is not for me, and it never will be. But it will be for you. Your focus is always on me. You will not think of being with another man. Even when I have other men fuck you, your thoughts are on how it will please me to follow my orders.
“My cock is the only cock that matter to you. That includes your own. I had you jack off looking at me. I wanted to be the subject of your last orgasm. I have owned slaves, boys, puppies, subs, you name it. None of them were allowed to touch themselves, let alone play with it. You aren’t going to be any different in this regard.
“Here, put this on. This is a chastity cage. Take it. Put it on. When you lock it in place, you are agreeing to be my son. You will be accepting this role unconditionally.
“Pull your balls through first. Yeah… now your shaft. It should be easy since you are soft. Here’s the lock. When we get home, I will be removing your pubes—in fact all your hair below your nose. I have a cream that will do that. Several applications will start to destroy your hair follicles. I will continue doing it until you are completely and permanently hairless.
“You haven’t seen me naked here, but I am one hairy fucker. I love contrast. Me a hairy ape and you a smooth bitch boy. I’m 6’3” 285 pounds, and you are what, 5’5” and 140? I’m 59 and you are 19. And the biggest difference? I have eight very very fat inches, and yours is nothing.
“You ready to lock that? This is your last opportunity to back out. You lock that, and you are mine….
“Fuck yeah son! You ARE mine now…. And now you’ve been face slapped for the first time as my son. Ha!
“Now here’s your first test. This is a pill for you to take. Stick it in your mouth and swallow. Here’s some water for you. If I had thought about it ahead of time, I would have a water jug of my piss for you to drink. Swallow it.
“Good boy. Lean over and give your dad a kiss…. Oh yeah son. You made the right decision. Mmmm. Mmmm. You can use your tongue with me. Mmmmm. Mmmmm.
“Scream son! Wasn’t expecting that hunh? Remember, your titties are a source of instant pain. And they are right here in arms reach. I can be driving down the road and reach over and twist the fuck out of one, digging in my nail.
“Or I can reach down and play with your balls…. Fuck, that’s what I hate about these cages! They interfere with me grabbing a hold of your balls.
“It’s a good thing that cage will come off in a month’s time. That pill I gave you is part of set of pills where the biggest side effect being not being able to get erect. For most men, it is the worst part of taking it. But that’s the feature I want. After a month of daily dosing, you will be completely soft.
“Oh fuck, the thought of looking down at you in my sling to see your limp pecker with your sole focus on your hole pleasing me… Damn. I’m starting to get a chubby.
“Finally, I got your balls in my hand, and with a squeeze... Awwww. They are just balls!... Quit flailing around. Sit up…. SIT UP! This is not how…
“…What the…? Oh my.
“Get out of the truck. Now! Come with me to the tailgate.
“Bend over it. I want to see your back and ass. Go on lean over.
“Damn! Those are some serious welts. Your former dad did all this last night? Looks like a 2-inch belt. There’re about ten to twenty strokes on your back, same amount on your ass. He even went on your thighs.
“I just don’t get it. Why would a man do this… and not fuck you afterwards?
“I need a piece of this right now. Hold still; Dad is coming in.
“Oh fuck do you feel good. There’s still some of the loads in your pussy. Its silky walls is making my dick slide in naturally. Oh man. I know I have fucked you like a dozen times. But this time it’s a thousand times better. Your cunt is now my cunt. Everything is so right.
“I get to fuck this whenever I want. It’s mine. All mine. These welts are beautiful. I love—after I belt a boy’s back and ass—to fuck him and hold him tight. My sweaty wiry chest hair act like razors slicing across every welt, every thrust of my cock is agony.
“I’m gonna cum! Ahhh! Fuck! Ahhh! Shit son! That was fucking amazing.
“Let’s go home. I need to fuck you again. I was going to wait to fuck your first in my bed… no, our bed. But I couldn’t help myself after seeing those welts.
“This time I want to be naked on top of you. It’s going to be a longer fuck. And I will tell you this son, ever since I asked you if you wanted to be mine, all I have been thinking of is bringing you home, fucking you, holding you tight with my dick buried deep, and falling asleep in my arms. “Get on your knees. Clean me up, and let’s go home.”
Master found it funny seeing his slave like this that he decided to keep it like this for the weekend. During that time it was told its new name was worm it would need to slither around on its belly!
it begged to be allowed outside, so its Master decided that its daily discipline session would be outside today. And as it is such a nice day, he has decided to double the time of the session!
So you think you’re a subhuman? If you have limits, things that must happen in order to play, or have any expectations of having a warm or friendly relationship with your dom, then you are a BDSM sub and NOT a subhuman. BDSM is based on the idea that the power exchange is safe, sane, and consensual…that limits are discussed and each scene is negotiated before it happens. It’s based on a mutuality that does not exist in a relationship between a master and a subhuman. If you are a true subhuman, then BDSM rules do not apply to you. BDSM is “Let’s pretend.” This is the real thing.
1. You have no rights.
When you offer yourself to your master, you relinquish all rights you have to what he does to you. He can do anything he pleases: hit you, torture your cock and balls, burn you with cigarettes, cut you, leave you chained for an indefinite time period, force you to publicly humiliate yourself. Your “limits” are the limits of his imagination.
2. You are property.
Your master owns you. Everything you do in life is now secondary to your service to him, and will only be allowed to be pursued if he allows it. Your “he” pronoun will be replaced with “it.” You will refer to yourself as “it” instead of “I.” Forget he has a name…to you, he will always be “Sir” or “Master.”
3. He WILL hurt you.
A sadist enjoys inflicting pain. Your job is to take whatever pain he plans to dish out.
4. You WILL eat disgusting things.
Think of shit, piss, cigarette butts, food waste, and garbage as things you will be consuming as food and drink. If he’s really sadistic, add dog food to that menu as well. Not only will you eat those things, you will thank him every time he feeds them to you.
5. He is NOT your friend or your lover.
Your master is not there to be kind to you, to consider your feelings and desires, or to treat you like an equal. This isn’t a BDSM scene that ends with a nice aftercare session, where he treats your marks and bruises before wining and dining you. When he’s done beating you, you go back into bondage wherever he has you stored when you are not in use. Forget having any feelings for him. They will not be returned. He will love and fuck anyone he wants, but it will not be you. The only thing you may get to experience from that is being fed the used condom when he’s done.
6. If he’s straight, you will NOT have access to his cock.
Forget being used as a dick sucking machine. If he’s straight, he’s straight. He will torture your cock, but will not suck it. He will torture your ass, but will not fuck it. He will make you wear a device that will torture your dick as soon as it gets hard, just so that you don’t get the idea that he has any interest in pleasing you sexually.
7. If he’s gay or bi, you are simply a masturbation device.
You will only suck his cock or be fucked by him when he can’t get it or doesn’t want it from a better source. With you, he knows he does not have to practice safe sex or wear a condom. He also knows he can just fuck you and then chain you back up when he’s done. He can also use you as a party favor for his friends, who also know they don’t have to wear condoms when they fuck you. As a subhuman, you accept any load you are given, poz or neg. Asking about status will get you severely punished.
8. There is no such thing as rape.
All sex done to you by your Master or your Master’s friends is inherently consensual. As a subhuman, you have no right to refuse.
9. Life will get dull and boring most of the time.
When you’re not in use, you are stored in what will likely be a hot, cold, smelly, untidy, and filthy place. This is where you will stay the majority of the time. You will have no books to read, no laptops, no television, no phones, nothing that isn’t specifically authorized by your Master. You will stare at walls for any hours you are not sleeping. And when it’s time to be used, it won’t matter whether you’re sleeping or not. Because as a subhuman, your comfort does not matter.
10. A subhuman is at peace with its reality.
Unlike a BDSM sub, who goes back to a normal life once the scene is over, you know that your place is below that of humans. Nevertheless, you have a useful function in society. Violent men hurt you so that they don’t hurt people. Rapists rape you so that they don’t rape women. You help a person to show his best face to others because his worst face is reserved for you. Your servile and subhuman existence nurses the need of a person with low self-esteem to feel superior to something. The function that you serve is one no person ever wants to. But a true subhuman is at peace knowing that it has purpose and lays down and takes the beatings and the abuse gracefully.
