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Luke was a graduated high school jock, with a body that proved his ability as a wrestler and football player. He felt he was unstoppable as he enjoyed his summer before continue his athletic abilities in college. On the way to the gym he saw a guy around his age broken down on the side of the road and decided to pull over. He got out of his car and his shirtless body glowed in the setting sun from the thin layer of sweat on him. After helping as much as he could he offered the man a ride, he happily agreed.
A few minutes had passed when Luke felt a cold sting under his armpit, he looked and realized it was a gun pressed against his skin. “Pull behind this office” his passenger said. Luke’s muscles could do nothing for him now as he followed the mans instructions. He put the car in park and the man reached into his bag and threw a ball gag at Luke “Let’s keep you quiet” the passenger said motioning with his head as Luke slowly picked up the gag and wedged it between his jaws his mouth filling with the taste of silicone. He then reaches in and throws a leather hood on Luke’s lap. “Put it on, and lock it with this” the passenger said handing Luke a small padlock without the key. Luke began pulling the hood over his face and all he could see was blackness, he began tightening the strap around his neck and felt the gun jab him “tighter!” He commanded and Luke obeyed making it as snug as possible around his neck before Luke locked the buckle in place with the small padlock his hands struggling as they trembled as he began adjusting to the darkness of the thick leather hood.
Luke felt a heavy metal collar being placed and locked around his neck with a click. “Hands on the wheel.” The voice commanded as Luke felt around for the wheel to follow directions, not feeling the gun on his skin but unable to see his surroundings left him helpless still. He felt the cold steel as the passenger placed a thick metal cuff on each wrist, a click confirming it is locked until a key releases it. The passenger then moved one wrist up behind Luke’s head and locked it to a loop in the collar before doing the same on the other side. Luke unwillingly let out a small moan as he realized his only weapon, his chiseled biceps and arms, were now restrained behind his head. “Make your way to the passengers seat” the voice instructed as he felt the gun firmly smack his hooded head. Luke obeyed and began slithering his bound body across the seats. Once he was in place he jumped as he felt the mans hand on his bare chest as he felt the seat belt secure him to the seat before another he felt duct tape wrap his head to the headrest before wrapping the tape around the seat and Luke’s a few time’s before lastly wrapping from Luke’s thighs to over his shoes in tape before he heard the door shut. The man got in the drivers seat and started driving. Luke began regretting the illegal tent on his charger as he knew there was no hope in anyone noticing the hooded stud secured in bondage struggling in the passenger seat of his own car. He tried to sense the turns but they drove for what seemed like an hour and he had lost track and he felt the road get rough before finally coming to a stop. The man got out and ripped the tape securing Luke to the seat before throwing the immobile jock over his should and carrying him.
Luke felt the man rip away the tape at his ankles and lock another cuff on each before he removed the remaining tape and helped Luke stand. Luke realized the tight chains attached to each ankle as he stood before he heard more chains and locks on his collar. The man unlocked his hands and locked them to a metal pole on each side of him, unkowning that he was being locked in a cage at the time. Luke’s body was held in place as the man added a thick leather belt over his abs before locking more chains to that. He heard a cutting noise and felt the cool air on his ass as his pants were cut off, Luke quickly regretting wearing his jock to the gym as the pants were removed and he felt his ass cover in goosebumps from the cool air. He thought the man was gone until he felt a cold metal surrounding his cock as a chastity was locked on. He then felt leather being ran over each shoulder as some type of harness was being secured. Luke got weak as the man began tightening the straps of the harness and he felt the thick rubber plug begin to spread his ass cheeks apart the cold lube easing the plug up against his tight asshole before he felt the mans hand begin helping it penetrate Luke’s hole. Luke rattled at the chains without much movement and screamed through his hood gag as he was forced to feel the plug fill he, his body shivering as all 8 inches finally filled him and the plug popped into place, the strap of the harness sliding down his deep ass and securing the plug in him as it was firmly locked. The man shuffle and finished off by placing a good sized nipple sucker on each of Lukes pecks before Luke heard the man strap away and the piercing sound of metal on metal and the door to the cage was shut and locked.
Luke heard silence and assumed he was finally alone, able to process his situation and relax as much as he could with the bondage forcing him upright and unable to remove the plug, suckers or hood from his body. Luke was mad at himself, he could’ve taken that guy no problem if he wasn’t armed, but he’s now completely under that mans control and he felt, for the first time since he can remember, weak and helpless, his chiseled muscles useless bound in chains.
First Time a Slave
I was in college, at a small, private, liberal-arts school in Ohio. It was my first time really being away from my home in a rural community, and I didn’t want to waste my time. I had discovered an interest in BDSM while I was still in high school, illicitly sneaking looks at porn on the internet. First I had discovered bondage, with women being tied up, and I thought that was hot. I thought I wanted to be a Dominant, having control of these beautiful women who would do everything they could to please me. But eventually I discovered Femdom porn. That really changed my whole world. I realized that, far from dominating women, I wanted to submit to a woman, and serve her every whim, and be used for her pleasure. Up until now, I had only ever thought about BDSM in terms of being with a woman. I was straight; I found women attractive. I had never seen a man and thought, “Damn, he’s hot. I’d love to fuck him.” But now I was about to take a huge step. I had realized that I was not having any luck finding dominant women interested in me, and I was desperate and horny to submit. So I had an epiphany – guys love sex, and there’s probably a dominant guy out there who would want to use me, even if he knew I wasn’t into him. After all, in terms of sex, is there anything really that different between a strap-on and a penis? So I was posting an ad on Craigslist, in the m4m section. Here’s what it said:
Looking for Dom I’m a 21-year-old white male looking to submit to a Dom for the first time. I’m 6’1” tall, weigh 165 lbs, and have a 6” cut penis. I know I’m into bondage, and I’m willing to experiment with other stuff. I have to admit, though, that I’m not gay. I’m attracted to women, but I’m willing to play with anybody. I’m not real picky on looks, size or race. Let me know what you’re into in terms of BDSM when you respond.
I got what I now know to be the usual detritus, of course – guys who just wanted my picture, guys who had no intention of actually playing, guys who were just asking for sex (or for me to dominate them). I responded to some, but obviously they never panned out. However, I did get a couple very intriguing responses, including this one:
Hey, boi, I was very interested in your ad. I’ve been looking for a slave for a while now, and I think you might be a perfect candidate. I prefer my slaves young and inexperienced, so that I don’t have to undo any bad training they’ve gotten. I’m 38 years old, 6’2” tall, I’m a muscular 195 lbs, and I’m packing 8 inches, cut. I’m DDF [I had to look up what that meant], and I also don’t use drugs or alcohol, at least not while I’m playing. If you’re interested, I’m going to want to meet publicly for dinner shortly, and then we’ll discuss plans from there. Master Steven
After exchanging several emails with him, during which I explained that I was not sure I wanted to be an owned slave, or if I just wanted to play, we agreed to meet on Wednesday night at a restaurant that was not too far from my school. On Wednesday, I went to the restaurant with some trepidation, this being the first time I was meeting a dominant person face-to-face. I arrived before he did, so I sat and waited at a table until he showed up, wearing what he had said he would be wearing. My first thought was that he was a lot stronger than I was. I greeted him, and we sat down together at the table. After the waitress took our drink orders, he looked at me and said, “Relax, boi, I’m not going to fuck you tonight. This is just an opportunity to meet each other and see how closely our interests align. But I do want you to start practicing being submissive to me. Every time you address me, you will call me ‘Sir.’ Do you understand?” I nodded and said, “Yes, Sir,” just as the waitress brought our drinks. I was so embarrassed, and felt my face flush. He gave me a smile and thanked the waitress. Then he ordered our food, and the waitress left, giving me a knowing look as she turned away (or maybe I just imagined it). He said, “See, nothing bad happened, and you weren’t made fun of or anything.” We continued the dinner, talking quite a bit about different desires and experiences we’d each had. As we were nearing the end of the evening, he told me that he was still interested in owning me, and asked if I’d like to give it a trial run. I was still horny, and having been subservient all night had really put me in the mood to want to continue, so I said that yes, of course I was. “Good. Since you already mentioned that you were free this weekend, I’m going to plan something. It’s supposed to be really nice, so I’m thinking a camping trip. I’ll pick you up on Friday night and return you on Sunday afternoon. In the meantime, you’ll be my slave. You’ll follow every order I give you, and take everything I give you, subject to your limits. You won’t need to pack a bag. I’ll provide everything you need. Two final things: first, don’t wear any underwear Friday night. Second, I’m going to put this on you now, and you’re going to keep it on until I take it off this weekend.” As he said this, he pulled a piece of plastic out of his pocket and put it on the table. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. He must have seen the confusion on my face, because he told me that it was a chastity device. He explained, “It’ll keep you from getting hard or masturbating until then. Trust me, it’ll be a whole lot more fun for you if you’re a horny mess the whole time.” I was worried, but didn’t want to lose the opportunity to finally serve somebody, so I agreed to wear it and asked him if we could go to the restroom to put it on. He laughed and said that of course he wasn’t going to put it on me right there at the table. I flushed with embarrassment again. Then we went to the restroom together. He guided me into the handicapped stall and told me to pull down my pants, which I did. He spent a little bit of time just looking at my cock, then proceeded to swiftly put the chastity device on and lock it in place with a small padlock. He swirled my cock and balls around in his hands for a little bit and started to see my cock try to get hard, which hurt a little bit. He stopped and laughed, saying, “See, now you can’t get hard. So those little boi balls are going to be so full of cum in three days that you will be desperate to get them some relief.” Then he told me to pull my pants back up, and we walked back to our table. He paid the bill, we said our goodbyes, and we left. I was a nervous mess the rest of the week. Not only was I both looking forward to and dreading the weekend, I couldn’t relieve any stress because my cock was locked up tight, and was constantly uncomfortable because I was horny so often. On Friday, Master Steven texted me that he would pick me up at 6:00, and that I didn’t need to bother eating. He also suggested that I wear athletic shorts and a t-shirt, and nothing else. When he pulled up outside my dorm, I was waiting and hopped into the front seat. He greeted me and handed me a blindfold, which he told me to put on. I did, and I felt him drive away. After a few minutes, I felt his hand at my shorts. He reached inside, and I felt him pull my chastised genitals out. He left them just sitting outside my shorts. After we’d driven for what felt like several hours, but was in reality only about forty-five minutes, during which Master Steven didn’t say a word, and my only attempt at speaking was met with a light slap to the face, the vehicle slowed down and eventually stopped. He took the blindfold off, and I could see that we were at a mostly empty rest stop, and we were apart from the other vehicles. He told me to get out and kneel on the pavement. I did, and he walked around the car. When he got to me, he put a collar around my neck, like a dog collar, but heavier and fancier. He then clipped a leash to it, and put a ball gag in my mouth. “Crawl, boi,” he said, and began to lead me to the back of his SUV. He opened the hatch, and I could see a cage inside. He told me to stand up and take off my shorts. I was worried about being so exposed, but I did, and then he told me to get into the cage. Once I had climbed in, he had me put my hands behind my back, and he cuffed them there. Then he closed the cage and the hatch, and I could feel the vehicle start to move again. When we stopped, I hoped we were there. Master Steven opened the hatch and began to unpack the SUV, leaving me in place. After he had everything out of the SUV, he pulled my cage out of the SUV with me still inside it and set it on the ground. I could see that we were in a forest, but I couldn’t tell much more than that yet. He ordered me to scoot backwards out of the cage, so I did. Then he ordered me to stand straight up. Again, I obeyed (I thought I was doing pretty good, actually). He uncuffed me and ordered me to take off my shirt. I took it off and handed it to him, so that he could throw it back into his SUV. There I was, in the middle of a forest, completely naked except for a chastity device on my cock. He cuffed my hands behind my back again and grabbed the leash. He walked past me, forcing me to turn and follow him. When I turned, I could see that we would be staying in a rustic-looking cabin. Once I was inside, I was amazed. The place was beautiful, and seemed really comfortable. Master Steven instructed me to kneel next to the table, while he fixed some quick sandwiches for us to eat. He walked over to me carrying two plates. He set one on the table, then set one down in front of me. Before I could eat off it, however, he smashed the sandwiches up with his hands, then made me clean off his hands with my tongue. After he was satisfied, he told me to eat what was on my plate, and I was ravenous, so I ignored the humiliation of being forced to eat without my hands and set to it. After he was done eating, Master Steven asked me if I was thirsty. I replied, “Parched, Sir.” He put the blindfold back on and led me by the leash to another part of the cabin. He said, “Open up, and keep your mouth open if you don’t want to get punished.” I smelled it before I tasted or felt anything, and I already knew that he was pissing in my mouth. I’ve never done anything with urine before, and I always thought it was pretty disgusting. This…well, it didn’t change my opinion in any way. The warm, rancid liquid was being forced straight down my throat, and if I wanted to avoid some sort of punishment, I knew I had to just keep swallowing. It tasted awful, but it did make me less thirsty. When the stream of Master Steven’s urine lessened, I felt his cock go into my mouth. At first it was soft, small, and easy to manage. I was straight, but I knew that this was going to happen, and I’d prepared myself for it. I wasn’t going to let this be the reason I quit, no matter how much I didn’t like it. He placed his hand on the back of my head, and began to move his cock in and out. It quickly stiffened up, filling my mouth more than I had expected it would. It felt massive, but I had no idea how big it really was, or how far down it I was going, but I quickly began gagging. Master Steven didn’t care. He actually seemed to enjoy my gagging on his cock, because he was pumping my throat harder and harder, grunting louder and louder, and causing me to gag more and more, in a vicious circle. I had no control, and simply had to keep letting Master Steven fuck my mouth. Finally, he came. His hot jizz spurted down my throat. It was very bitter, and I hated the taste, but he told me that I was going to swallow it, so I choked it down. “What do you say, slave?” “Thank you, Sir.” “For what?” “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Sir.” “No, faggot. When I give you something, you must be very specific in what you thank me for. For instance, this time, you might say ‘Thank you for fucking my mouth and allowing me to taste your delicious cum, Sir.’ Now you try it.” “Yes, Sir. Thank you for letting me taste your cock and not giving me the choice to quit, so that I could taste your delicious cum, Sir.” “Much better, faggot. Now we’ve got to make you look a little more like the bitch you are.” “What do you mean, Sir?” “I mean all this hair you’ve got. A proper bitch is shaved smooth.” I’d never shaved or trimmed my body hair, or my pubes, so I knew that I was a little hairy (although it was fairly light). Master Steven took off my blindfold. After I adjusted to the light, I got my first look at his naked body, including the cock I’d just had down my throat. It was large. He caught me staring at it and simply said, “8 inches, and thick, in case you’re wondering. You had about half of it, but don’t worry, you’ll take all of that and more eventually.” Then he led me by the leash outside. He uncuffed my hands, but then quickly tied them to a rope that he had thrown over a tree branch, and which he used to pull my arms up above my head, leaving me with just the tips of my toes on the ground. Then he put my legs into what I recognized as a spreader bar, holding them far apart. Once I was secured, Master Steven told me that he was going to temporarily remove my chastity device, which he did. Then he walked away, and then quickly walked back carrying two 5-gallon buckets filled with water. He took the first one, lifted it over my head, and poured the frigid contents onto me, soaking my naked body. Master Steven then began to cover me in shaving cream and shaved me so that I was completely hairless from my eyebrows down. It was a strange feeling. I’d read about other people feeling exposed when they were shaved for the first time, but that’s not how I felt. I’m not really sure how to describe it, other than to say that it was different, but not bad. After Master Steven shaved me bare, he dumped the second bucket of cold water on me. That had the dual effect of removing all the left-over shaving cream and of making my cock, which had been enjoying its freedom, soft enough for him to put the chastity cage back on. Then he freed my legs and arms, and led me back towards the cabin, using a towel to dry me off just before going in. Master Steven led me to the bed, where he had me lay down. Again, he cuffed my hands behind my back. I thought for sure I was going to be fucked, which I wasn’t sure I was ready to take. But instead, Master Steven said, “You’ve been a good boy this whole time, definitely exceeding my expectations. So for the rest of the night, we’re going to talk about what other expectations I have, and where this might be going. I’m looking for a slave. 24/7. More than just sex, and more than just sex and chores. I want a slave that enjoys being with me, that I can watch TV with, or go to a museum with, or do all the things that regular couples enjoy doing. But I also want my slave to be completely obedient, to allow me to make all the decisions, to the point of micromanagement. I want to be able to fuck him however I want, whenever I want. I want to be able to order him to fuck or otherwise serve anybody I want. I want him to exist solely to please me. I want to beat him, humiliate him, and have him accept it because I want to do it. I know it’s too early to ask if you’re there, but do you think that’s a place you could get to?” I responded, “Sir, I don’t know. I’ve had so many new experiences in just the past few hours, I don’t know how to respond to questions about so much more. I do think I could get to that point for somebody, but I don’t know if that person is you. I’ve enjoyed this, or at least most of it, but I’m not attracted to you, and I’m never going to be attracted to you. I’m into women, not men. I don’t know if I could ever get to the point of existing solely for another man’s happiness. That’s asking a lot.” “I understand, and I expected that would be your answer. Here’s what I can do: you submit to me as my slave. You commit yourself to serving me and pleasing me, in all the ways you can do that, and I’ll use my contacts in the kink community to find you a woman or a couple to serve. I can’t make any promises, but I’ll look. And if you have the word of a Master like myself to vouch for you, you might stand a better chance of standing out from the crowd.” “I can try to do that, Sir. I can’t promise that I’ll ever gladly suck or your cock or be fucked by you, but I’ll at least accept it every time you want it.” “Excellent. You’ll make a great slave, I already can tell. Since you’re going to be my slave, at least until I find another owner for you, there’s some things you’re going to have to know, and some rules you’re going to have to follow. First, that chastity cage is going to stay on until I decide to take it off. And since you being horny is only going to make you more desperate to please me, I don’t know how often it’ll come off.” I was, to put it mildly, a chronic masturbator, so the thought of having that form of release closed off was terrifying. However, I understood that suppressing my desires was a critical part of being a slave, so I wasn’t going to tell Master Steven he couldn’t do that to me. He continued, “You’re going to go to events with me. Some will be in public, and at those you’ll be expected to be discrete, same as everybody else. At other events, you will openly be my slave. You may be naked, bound, tormented. You may be instructed to serve others. You will always do as ordered. You absolutely will not be an embarrassment to me. You might also be loaned to others for short periods of time. In those cases, you will obey them as you would me.” Again, the thought of not having any control over who I served was worrying, but I knew that that was for Master Steven’s happiness, so I shouldn’t complain. Master Steven had more expectations for me. “You’re also now my slave. That doesn’t just mean you listen to me when you’re physically with me. If I send you an instruction, you follow it, as soon as possible. If I tell you to do something, or not to do something, you follow that rule to the letter, whether I’m there to check on you or not. If you violate the rule, you tell me. And here’s your first rule – you are not to wear underwear, unless you’re engaging in some sort of physical activity.” “Yes, Sir. Any other rules, Sir?” “Keep your body shaved as best you can. I know the cage will make it hard to do a perfect job on your cock and balls, but I’ll fix whatever needs to be fixed when you’re restrained. Always sleep naked. Finally, each night before you go to bed, send me an email with your schedule for the next day. If I want to alter it or add to it, you will have an email the next morning when you get up.” “Yes, Sir. I will do all of that, Sir.” “Good boy. If you fail in any way, you will be punished.” “I understand, Sir.” “Good. Now it’s time for bed, so I need to get you ready. Since tomorrow’s going to be a big day for your ass, and I’m sure that your virgin hole needs a little stretching, I’m going to put a plug in you. Stand up and bend over the bed.” “Yes, Sir.” I hurried to comply. Once I was in position, I felt Master Steven’s hand put a cold item on my asshole. He made sure to give me plenty of lube, which I was soon grateful for. Once he had me well-lubed, I felt a pressure on my hole. It was very uncomfortable, but I knew that I had to relax, so I tried. Master Steven kept pushing until the butt plug was firmly ensconced in my ass, leaving me with a very full sensation. Next, Master Steven threw a pillow on the floor and told me to get down there. Once I was laying down, he tied a rope to my collar and tied that to the bed, so that I didn’t really have any chance to get up. “Sweet dreams, slave,” he said, as he shut the lights off and climbed into the bed.
The next morning, I woke up stiff. The hard floor had not been the most comfortable place to spend the night. I could hear Master Steven lightly snoring, so I must have woken up before him. Since I couldn’t really move, I had to lay there and wait for him to wake up. Eventually, he did. Once he got out of bed, he untied my collar from the bed frame and told me that he had to piss. He led me to the bathroom and pissed in my mouth again. The taste hadn’t improved, but it was a little easier to get down this time. After I drank Master Steven’s piss, he brought me back to the bedroom and uncuffed my hands and told me to make the bed while he made us breakfast. When I was done, I came out to the kitchen, where there was a bowl on the floor. Master Steven told me to empty the bowl, but that I couldn’t use my hands. It was soggy oatmeal, so when I was finished, I could feel little pieces of oatmeal all over my face. Master Steven wiped them off and fed them to me, too. Then he made me stand up and had me do the dishes. While I was doing those, I dropped the plate that Master Steven had eaten his breakfast off of, breaking it. When he heard the sound, he quickly entered the room. He handed me a broom and a pan, and ordered me to clean up my mess. I could tell he wasn’t happy. He stood there and watched me clean up the broken plate, then watched as I finished the dishes. Once I was done, he said, “Well, I guess you couldn’t avoid a punishment forever.” “But Sir,” I protested, “it was an accident.” “I know. But you’ll have to learn to be less careless. Come.” Then he began walking towards the front of the cabin, clearly expecting me to follow. I was scared, but I knew that it would only get worse if I didn’t. Once we were outside, he tied my hands above my head at the same tree he used to shave me the day before. Then he gave me a choice: either he would punch my balls five times, or he would use a single-tail whip ten times on my ass. I figured that the whip would hurt less, so I chose that…I’m never making that mistake again! The whip tore into me ruthlessly, leaving me a useless, sobbing mess. And that was just the first one. Master Steven didn’t let up, though. The next nine came one after the next, each time feeling like I was being split in half. I’ve never felt such intense pain before. After he hit me ten times with the whip, I was ready to collapse. Thankfully, Master Steven eased me down, and then he just held me while I continued to sob and beg forgiveness for my mistake. He said, “Relax, boy, it’s done now. When your punishment is over, you’ve given all the atonement you must give. Your carelessness with the plate is no longer something that exists. It’s done and over with.” I was amazed at how forgiving he was. But I was glad that it was over, that he wasn’t going to continue to resent me for my accident. After I recovered a little bit, I realized that I now had to piss. I told Master Steven that, and he simply led me to the other side of the tree told me to get on all fours and lift a leg, like a dog. At first I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t go, but eventually I couldn’t hold back the stream any more, and I pissed all over the tree, and got some splash on myself. When Master Steven saw that, he chuckled and said, “Filthy bitch.” I wasn’t sure what to think, but Master Steven didn’t really give me any time to think before he began leading me back to the cabin. He sat on the sofa and made me kneel in front of him. He said, “I told you that this would be a big day for your ass. You’re going to be fucked for the first time, and then a whole lot more times, because why not? Here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to give you an enema, then I’m going to lock you in your cage for the rest of the day. Later, I have a few friends who will arrive and we’ll have a bit of a party. During the party, you’re going to serve us food and drink. You will also be a toilet for our piss. You will be groped, fondled, slapped, and so on. After we’ve eaten and socialized for a while, you will be tied up, and I will take your virginity. Then everybody else I’ve invited will have the opportunity to do the same, and you will take their cocks in whichever hole they prefer to put them. You will never refuse anybody anything. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir,” I said meekly, because I was terrified at the thought of what would happen that night. True to his word, Master Steven took me to the bathroom and made me bend over the edge of the tub. Then he put a tube into my ass and proceeded to fill me up with warm, soapy water. Once he had me filled up, he plugged my ass with a butt plug, and told me to just stay there for a while. I was miserable while I waited for him to come back. Not only was the position uncomfortable, the soapy enema was really messing with me. He eventually came back and positioned me over the toilet, where he pulled the plug out. I quickly expelled all the soapy water, and a whole lot of other gross stuff, too. Master Steven led me to the cage, which I noticed had been placed in the bedroom. He blindfolded me and handcuffed my hands behind my back. Then he made me promise not to make a noise, or else he’d gag me. Once I promised to be quiet, he put me in the cage, and I heard the click of the padlock, and knew I was stuck there until he chose to let me out. When I heard Master Steven come back into the bedroom, my heart leaped out of my throat, I was so nervous. He unlocked the cage and told me to crawl out. Then he took off the blindfold, and he held up something I didn’t recognize. He told me, “I’m going to attach this to your collar, and it will be the tray you use to serve drinks and food. It’ll balance against your body, so you’ll have to be careful not to move too suddenly.” Then he put the inside edge against my body, and the outside edge was held up by a chain attached to my collar. He instructed, “You are to keep your hands clasped behind your back, one arm over the other. The only time you are permitted to remove your hands from that position is when you are placing food or drink on the tray. Be very careful not to spill anything, as any spills will result in swift punishment. You’ll be punished by having your tray cleared, and then I will apply a cattle prod to your cock and balls. I’m putting this on now a little early, so that you can practice moving. Also, tonight you are to be seen and not heard, so you will wear this gag. You will not make any noises. Do you understand? As he said that, he placed a ball gag in my mouth. Since I was forbidden to speak, I simply nodded to indicate that I understood. “Good. Well, get to the kitchen and start practicing,” he said, as he slapped me on my ass. I hustled to the kitchen, where I found an empty glass and placed it on the tray. I walked around for a little while, getting used to the feel of the tray. I also figured out that it was pretty important where I placed the glass, because if the tray was too weighted to one side, it was more likely to tip. It wasn’t long before Master Steven stopped me practicing and told me that the guests would be arriving soon. I was instructed to answer any knock at the door, bow to each of the guests. As soon as he’d finished telling me that, I heard a car door shut. I hurried to be in position at the door. When the knock came, I opened it and bowed to the man there. He was large, bigger than Master Steven, and had a rough look. I got very nervous that this was the kind of guy who was going to be reaming my ass later that night. He told me what he wanted to drink, and fetched it. When I got back, there was another knock at the door, and I repeated the process. This time it was two men, both a little smaller than Master Steven, and who looked a little less rough than the first guy. As I was serving those two men their drinks, the first guy started rubbing my ass. I wasn’t expecting that, so I jumped, and only luckily didn’t spill the drinks. I knew that I would have to concentrate and ignore any touching or anything else that happened. Another knock on the door, and this one was a skinny black guy. He ordered a drink, and while I was getting it, I felt one of the second two guys feel my balls. I kept moving, knowing that I had a duty to get a drink to serve. As I was bringing back the drink for the black guy, he smacked me in my balls, hard! I couldn’t help but spill the drink. Master Steven was watching, and as soon as I spilled, he came over, took off the gag, and ordered me to lick it up. Once I was done, he told me to stand up and spread my legs. I did, he gagged me again, and he shocked my balls with his cattle prod. Goddamn, that fucking hurt!!! I promptly fell the ground again, and Master Steven and his guests just laughed. Nobody else came, but it went on like this for at least two hours. Master Steven and his friends were enjoying themselves, telling stories and jokes. The whole time I was fetching drinks and being touched and played with. I spilled drinks several more times, and I got shocked each time. It never got easier to take. Each time, Master Steven’s friends just laughed. They’d also tell me to get on my knees, and they’d piss in my mouth whenever they wanted. Hell, they just did it right in front of everybody else! If I hadn’t been so busy, I would have been too embarrassed to function, but they never gave me a chance to think about that. Eventually, Master Steven brought a special bench out into the middle of the room, and the other men made space. He led me to it by my collar, made me get onto it, and strapped me in. I was held on all fours, with straps over my arms and legs. My ass was pointing out, and my caged cock and balls were simply hanging down, vulnerable. I could feel the cold lube being smeared around my asshole, and then I felt a finger, covered in lube, enter me and coat my inside with lube as well. Master Steven stepped behind me, and I heard his pants drop. He announced, “As I’ve told you, this boy is a virgin. That changes tonight. He has agreed to be trained as a slave, although we have also agreed that I will attempt to find a Mistress or couple to place him with long-term. But tonight, and until that time, he is my slave. Therefore, I claim the right to de-flower him. It is time, bitch!” As he said that, I felt a lot of pressure at my asshole. I had read that relaxing helped make anal sex less painful, so I tried to relax, but it hurt. It was the most intense stretching sensation I’d ever felt as Master Steven’s 8-inch cock entered my virgin hole. He kept pushing until I could feel his body against mine and he announced, “Fuck yeah, he’s got all of it inside him!” Then Master Steven pounded his cock in and out of my ass. It hurt, but I was enjoying it, too. I couldn’t make up my mind whether to moan or to cry. As Master Steven’s cock went in and out, in and out, I could actually feel my cock trying to get hard inside its cage. Before long, I was moaning a lot more than I was crying. Soon after that, I could feel Master Steven tense up, and then I felt his cock spasm inside me over and over again, dumping a massive load into my hole. The other men were hollering and cheering. After he was done, Master Steven pulled his cock from my ass and said, “Wow, that was a great fuck. He’s got a tight fucking hole! Or at least he did, hahahaha! Now you guys can have a go, like I promised.” The first two guys to stand up were the two who had arrived together. I’d gathered that they were actually brothers. They disrobed in front of me, and I could see their hard cocks, which were almost identical. They were a little shorter than Master Steven’s, so probably about 7 inches, but they were a lot thicker! I was going to be torn apart, I was sure. One of them walked behind me, and the other one walked up to my face. The man in front of me smacked his cock on my cheek until I opened his mouth, at which point he shoved his cock in as far as it would go. Meanwhile, the man behind me had forced his cock into my ass hard, and was pounding me mercilessly. Then the man in my mouth pumped his cock in and out, also showing me no mercy. I was suffering from sensory overload and had drifted off (I’ve since found out that this was “sub space”), and then I tasted cum and felt them both cumming at the same time. I was now filled with semen and dripping from my mouth and ass. The first guy who had arrived stood up next. When he took off his pants, I could see that his cock was about the same length as Master Steven’s, but it wasn’t as thick. He started off by gagging me with his cock, forcing it as far into my mouth as he could, but then quickly moved to my ass, where it went in easier than before. He was long-lasting, though, and pounded me for at least thirty minutes. By this point, I was mostly numb and just taking it, not having any choice in the matter anyway. He pulled out before he came and walked back around to my face. He held my head up by the hair with one hand while he jacked his cock with the other. Very soon, his cock exploded, spraying his cum all over my face. The other men howled with laughter at my humiliation. After that guy soaked me with his cum, the black guy stood up. When he took off his pants, his dick was soft, but it was still massive. He walked over to me and stuck it in my mouth, then began to pound my mouth as his cock swelled in size. Before long it was filling me, and I was barely even getting half of it. Once he was rock hard, he took his cock out of my mouth and announced that he was going to ram all twelve inches into my ass. I started to panic – there was no way I could take that much! The black guy said, “Calm down, bitch. You don’t have a choice anyway, so just enjoy it. Plenty of other men have been fucked by my cock without any damage, you won’t be any different.” I recognized the wisdom in what he said, and really tried to relax, but I couldn’t get the image of his monster cock out of my head. Thankfully, he lubed me up again. The next thing I felt was a massive burst of pain as he rammed his cock in, causing me to scream. He must have been pleased, because he said, “What did I tell you, bitch? You took it all in one go. You’re a natural faggot.” Then he proceeded to pump his cock into my ass over and over again. Each time brought a fresh spasm of pain. Again, I spaced out, and lost touch with reality. I was just floating, and the only thing I knew was that my ass was fuller than it had ever been. Then I felt a wave of warmth from my ass, and somehow I knew that he had just cum. I felt another wave, then another, as the black man’s huge cock spasmed again and again. As I slowly came back to reality, all the guys were expressing their admiration to Master Steven. In fact, I overheard the black guy say, “Anytime you want to loan that bitch to me, I’d be happy to use him. Hell, I’ll even buy you from him for five grand.” Master Steven thanked all of them for their kind words, but declined all offers to purchase me, and deferred any decision on loaning me out until he’d had a chance to use me some more. Then all of the guests left the cabin, taking one last chance to grope me on their way out. Once the other men were all gone, Master Steven came to me and unhooked me from the bench. He told me that he was very proud of my effort all night, and that he was going to reward me. He led me into the bedroom, where he tied my arms and legs so that I was stretched out on the bed, occupying one half of it. Then he unlocked my cock and gave me the first blowjob I’d ever received. It was glorious! The cum I’d had building up in my balls for four days quickly exploded out, and Master Steven just kept sucking. Before long I was hard again, and again I came. I was weak and exhausted by this point, so Master Steven kissed me goodnight, shut out the lights, and crawled into bed next to me, leaving me to sleep tied to the bed.
The next morning, I woke up with Master Steven’s mouth on my cock again. He was giving me another blowjob, and this one felt amazing, too. After I came, he simply said, “My turn,” and climbed on top of me. While straddling me, he stuck his cock into my mouth, forcing me to suck it. I was not interested in the least, but he kept forcing his cock down my throat, so I did the best job I could. After he came down my throat, he said, “Be honest, boi. Did you enjoy sucking my cock this morning?” “No Sir.” “Less than you have the other times you’ve sucked it?” “Yes, Sir.” “That’s alright. You did it anyway, which is the mark of a good slave. I simply wanted to know whether you were like a lot of other guys, and lost your interest for submission and sex after you came. It appears the answer is yes, and there’s nothing wrong with that, particularly if you fight through that and do it anyway. I’ll make that an aspect of your training going forward.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Of course, boi. I’m going to lock your cock back up, and then it’s time to pack up and head back home. I do want to make a stop on the way, though.” “Yes, Sir,” I responded. Then Master Steven put the cage back on my cock and untied me. He began telling me how to pack items up, which I did. Once everything that we were taking from the cabin was packed, we carried them out to his SUV, and he put them in. He handed me my clothes from Friday night, and had me get dressed. It was almost weird to be dressed after being naked for so long in front of somebody else, but I was also relieved to be covered again. Master Steven left the collar on my neck and cuffed my hands in the front, Then he helped me into his front seat, and buckled me in. We began driving back to Columbus, but we got off at a different exit than my school was at and pulled into the parking lot of a sex-toy shop. Master Steven helped me from the SUV, and using a leash he clipped to my collar, led me into the store. I was so embarrassed, but I followed him anyway. He told the clerk that he wanted to get butt plugs and a dildo for me. The clerk led him to the appropriate section of the store, where Master Steven picked out a set of butt plugs and a large dildo with a suction cup on one end. He purchased them, as well as some lube, and then asked the clerk if he could place a plug in my ass right then. The clerk said sure, so Master Steven pulled down my shorts and ordered me to bend over. He lubed my ass up and told me he was picking the biggest plug, which he proceeded to shove down my ass, filling me up pretty thoroughly, though not as much as his black friend had. Then he pulled my shorts back up and led me back to his SUV. We drove to a house, which he told me was his, and pulled into the garage. I then helped Master Steven unload the SUV. Once we were done unloading his SUV, he took me to his bathroom and put me on my knees inside his very large shower, and pissed in my mouth. I swallowed as best I could, and I got all of it this time. Then he re-enacted the scene from Friday night, fucking my mouth with his cock. When he came, I swallowed, realizing that I was actually starting to not mind the taste of cum. Master Steven then led me back to his SUV. He took the collar and cuffs off and put them in a bag with the dildo and the plugs that weren’t in my ass, which he gave to me. Then he said, “I’m going to leave these with you. You are to wear the collar and cuffs when you’re alone in your room. I will text you instructions with the plugs and dildo, which you will follow and provide me with pictures of you following. Make sure you bring them with you anytime I have you meet me. Or somebody else, for that matter.” “Yes, Sir,” I said. Master Steven then took me back to school and dropped me off in front of my dorm. I got to my room and promptly put on the collar and cuffs like I’d been instructed. I then fell asleep, because I was so tired from the long weekend. While I was sleeping, I actually found myself dreaming about another weekend with Master Steven, which would happen soon enough.
Quite a long read. Very worth it. A delicious, romantic tale of a boy who understands submission being indulged in what will make him happy, and doing an excellent job serving the people he elects to consider his betters. Practically a bildungsroman for deeply, needfully submissive boys learning to embrace who they are, the hetero-/homo-sexuality aspects of it reinforcing just how well the slave boy not only understands but accepts and embraces his place as an inferior. The writing style is wonderfully clear and literate; the able intelligence of the author is easy to discern from his diction and grammar. All in all, a great porno that is wonderfully detailed and enjoyable through its entire (copious) length.
If only!
Craigslist Slave
“Master Seeks Slave,” the headline read. It seemed simple enough, and I was curious and bored, so I clicked to see the description.
I trolled around craigslist occasionally to see what sort of things people were into. It was so much better than looking at classifieds in the newspaper because sometimes people were able to give very long descriptions, and just occasionally they became fantasies for me. It occurred to me, though, that no woman who was posting on craigslist could possibly be as beautiful as she described herself, and I thought that if I responded I would be talking to some pathetic loser who couldn’t get a date outside the internet. The irony of my thinking they were losers for posting, when I would be the one responding, never occurred to me.
This one ad, though, caught my eye - and I was already reading it before I realized that it was from a man.
MASTER SEEKS SLAVE
I am looking for a boy to come and relocate to Louisville, KY, where he will be my live- in slave.
This is not a sexual relationship. In fact, you and I will never have sex, and you will wear a chastity belt for the duration of your contract. You will, however, be completely under my control.
I am 25, white, 6'1, 170 lbs, and straight. Your age, race, or orientation is immaterial; your commitment to being a complete slave, however, must be unquestionable. Once I have you under my control, you can expect to suffer torture, bondage, and humiliation. I will use you to relieve my aggression, so you can expect regularly to be flogged, shocked, gagged, hooded, and kept in tight, inescapable bondage for the duration of your contract. You will perform housework and obey my every instruction without question.
Please be serious about this. Send me an email explaining why you would want to be a slave, why you would make a good slave, and how long of a contract you are looking for.
I was embarrassed with myself for being aroused by this listing. I have always had a deep, abiding love for bondage, but I was straight - the idea of being enslaved by a man seemed uncomfortable to me. But he had made it clear that this wasn’t about sex, and that he was straight himself, so … what, really, did I have to lose by emailing him?
I made up a fake email before I sent my reply.
Dear Sir,
I was very intrigued by your listing and was hoping that you would consider me as a candidate to be your slave.
I have a deep, abiding love of bondage and control, but most of my life I have had no one with whom I could engage in this passion. I am straight, but no girl I have ever dated has had any interest in the type of total control that you described. I realize that no sane person would truly consider your proposal as a realistic option, because it seems like you have everything to gain and nothing to lose, while I would be giving up my freedom with no reward.
I think though, Sir, that I find myself responding because you have described for me my biggest fantasy. I love being in chains - I feel safe in them, like I’m protected. I love the feel of cold metal against my wrists, of a leather collar buckled about my neck. I’ve tied myself up for hours this way, but I have to keep the keys nearby and I’ve never truly lost control.
This is also ruined for me by achieving an orgasm while masturbating, because after I cum I never feel like being in the bondage anymore. The idea of being prevented from masturbating is terrifying but intriguing at the same time.
I want to lose control. I want my freedom to be beyond my power to regain. I want the knowledge that I am truly and utterly OWNED, and that no amount of begging or pleading will get the chains from my wrists.
I am 29, 5'10", 180 lbs. White, straight, dark long hair. I live in Washington, DC, but am willing to relocate. I am including a face picture of myself for your reference.
I hope that I hear back from you soon. -Brian
Several days passed before I heard back. I was nervous and excited the entire time. I checked this fake email every hour, sometimes twice or three times an hour, hoping that this guy would respond back.
I wasn’t sure why I was so excited. I knew in my heart that I was just playing a game, that I was never going to submit completely to a complete stranger, and I was not going to move to Kentucky to do it! Still, three days later, when I finally got the response, I stared at the email with nervous anticipation while I dared myself to open it. The subject said simply, “Hello boy.“
Boy,
You neglected to mention what length of contract you wanted to arrange, but I can overlook that. You seem like a serious candidate for what I am looking for, and you have all the right reasons. Maybe we can work this out.
If you are really serious about this, I say we meet up and talk. I know that Washington DC is a nine hour drive from here, but we can meet halfway - maybe next weekend?
Please don’t waste my time with this. If you aren’t really interested, please let me know now so I don’t drive for five hours just to find you missing. We will need to come up with a way for us to prove that you are really serious about this, or at least to make sure that you actually meet with me. Let me know what you think. -David
He included a picture of himself. I don’t know what I was expecting, but he wasn’t it. Maybe I was expecting a kinky bondage master wearing leather chaps and a thick handle-bar moustache. Instead, David looked perfectly ordinary. He was wearing a black track jacket with white stripes, and his black hair was just barely in his eyes. He wore gauged plugs in his ears, just big enough to stick a straw through. His blue eyes looked friendly and inviting. He was built - he certainly looked like he could kick my ass - but nothing about him looked like a dominant bondage master.
My reply was immediate.
Sir,
I would like to meet. There is a travel center in Beckley, West Virginia, that is halfway between us.
As far as how I can guarantee that I will come - I have an idea for that. If you have one, you could send me a chastity device without the key. I will take a video of myself putting on the device, and you will mark the device and the lock so you know for sure that it’s yours. You will bring the key with you to our meeting, and if I don’t show up, I won’t be able to get out.
We exchanged more details through email - exact time, date, etc. - but in my mind this was all still a game. This wasn’t really going to happen - this was just a fantasy that I was acting out in the real world. I thought this when I sent him my address, and I thought this when I gave him my phone number.
The fantasy came crashing down to reality, though, a week later, when my chastity device arrived in the mail.
It looked like a simple enough device - rings of metal, a cage, some metal teeth that looked really intimidating. This was obviously an expensive device, and I was both flattered and alarmed that David had sent me something this elaborate. If I was still thinking of this as a game, he obviously was not.
There wasn’t a padlock like I had been expecting. There was, however, a keyhole, and it looked like once I had it on everything would snap right into place. I would have to spend hours with a hacksaw if I wanted to get this thing off, and the idea of putting a hacksaw that close to my balls was terrifying.
I tried it on almost immediately. I was careful not to lock it - I didn’t want that to happen just yet! - but I enjoyed the feel of the cool metal against my penis. The cage was tight, and I felt myself growing hard inside of it, and in that moment I wanted to jerk off so badly that it was all I could do to get the thing off and pleasure myself. After I came, I thought, this is all stupid. I can’t believe I’m really considering this!
But it kept getting more and more serious, and it came to a climax the day David called me.
He sounded as ordinary as his picture had looked. He wasn’t harsh or cruel; he didn’t have a deep baritone voice, or a lisp, or even the hick accent I was expecting from a Kentuckian.
“Hello?“
“Yes?“
“Hey, is this Brian?“
"Yes, this is he."
"Hey, it’s David."
"Oh, hello Sir."
He laughed. "We don’t need to do that ‘Sir’ stuff just yet … not unless we decide to do this. So you got the package, right?"
"Yeah, I did. I’m holding it now."
"Good. I want you go ahead and put it on. I don’t need you to record it - just take a picture afterwards and email it to me. It’s a pretty unique device - I had it special-made a few years ago."
I was curious. "Really? For who?"
"You won’t believe this - but that device was for me. I wore that thing for about four months straight. Drove me nuts the whole time, but I loved it."
"Why’d you take it off, then?"
He thought for a moment. "I wanted to see what the other side was like. It seemed like everyone who topped me sucked at it, and I kept thinking, ‘I’d be great at this,’ so I figured I’d try it out. I admit, you’d be my first long-term slave, if this works out. But we are going to meet, then, right?”
I heard the anxiousness in his voice - he wanted this just as much as I did.
“Yeah … yeah, I think we are."
"Then go ahead and put it on, and take a picture. I’ll see you on Saturday at noon."
He hung up, and I was left with the device in my hands. It was only Tuesday - I could have waited until Thursday to put it on and take the picture. I could have masturbated right then and there, and I probably would have forgotten about the whole sordid business and been happier for it. Instead, though, I went to the bathroom, rubbed Vaseline on my dick, and slowly worked my cock into the metal tube.
I wanted to masturbate so badly. I felt a hard knot in the bottom of my stomach, the type of terror that results from making a decision on which there is no going back. Closing my eyes, and all the while cursing myself for eight kinds of stupid, I pushed all the pieces in place, and I gasped in wonderment and despair as I heard that terrible, final click.
There was no help for it, now. I had no choice but to meet him.
The days between the locking and the meeting were a mixture of a nightmare and a fantasy. I really, honestly could not get my dick out of the thing, and the spikes around the side of it made it too uncomfortable for me to try to get off while in the device - every time my dick got really hard, the spiked drove mercilessly into my soft flesh, causing me a type of agony that wasn’t remotely fun or arousing. I spent the days at work worried whether or not anyone would notice the slight bulge in my pants, but no one seemed to, and if anyone had noticed, no one said anything.
The drive to Bickley was especially horrible, though. It was uncomfortable to sit so long while wearing the device, and after a couple of hours my balls felt thoroughly bruised. It was a relief, then, when the Travel Plaza finally came into view.
I found David just where he said he would be, sitting at a table in the corner. He smiled when he saw me, and he stood up, offering me his hand to shake.
"Hey, I’m glad you came,” he said.
“I … I am too,” I admitted, “but I guess I didn’t have much choice with this thing on."
He chuckled. "First things first, then … do you want the key? We can let you out and then talk if you want."
I had been wanting the key all morning - all week, really. If I asked for it, he would give it to me, and then I would be so horny that I would jerk off right there in the bathroom of the Travel Plaza, and then once I’d jerked off I wouldn’t want to be a slave, and …
"No,” I said reluctantly. “Let’s just sit for now."
David looked exactly the way his picture had promised he would. He looked younger than 25, but I took him at his word. He wore a black t-shirt and faded blue jeans, a black studded belt and a brown distressed leather racing jacket. A three-foot chain connected his wallet to his belt, and he wore Chucks, just like I did. We both noticed this about each other at the same time, and we joked about how arch support was for the weak. A half hour of awkward smalltalk ensued before we really got down to business.
"So I’m kind of surprised,” he said, “that someone like you was tempted by … my offer. Now that you’ve met me, what do you think? Is this something you want to do?"
This was the moment when I should have backed out. I should have thanked him politely for his consideration and gone on with my life. That was what I had planned on doing, after all, the entire time I had driven to Beckly, the entire time we had made the awkward smalltalk, and up until the exact moment I opened my mouth to say "No.” But if I had said “no,” there wouldn’t be a story to tell, would there?
“Yes.” The word hung there between us for a moment. I was stunned, and I think he was too. “I want to do this. My lease is running out in a month, and I hate my job anyway. I can come to Louisville and find a job. I want … I …” I whispered, since we were in public - “I want to be your slave."
He grinned then, and a malicious look of triumph filled his eyes. "Oh, you won’t need to find a job. I have … a lot of money. You won’t be leaving the house for the length of the contract - which, by the way, we still have not established."
"A year.” Again the words were out of my mouth before I could take them back, but I was relieved as soon as I said it. Oh, I was filled with a certain kind of despair, too, the realization that my life was about to fall completely out of my control and that I was going down a path from which there was no return, but there was another feeling, too, a sense that one of my deepest desires was being fulfilled.
I couldn’t wait. I wanted this to start now, and the idea of waiting another month was beyond me. Another month to worry, question, and rethink what I was doing? No, no!
“I want to start now,” I said. “I want to start today."
If I was expecting an argument from David, it never came. Instead, he nodded thoughtfully. "You probably need to get some things in order - square your apartment away, put all your things in storage, drop a forwarding address in the mail, stuff like that. I’ve never been to DC myself, so maybe I’ll take in the sights for a couple of days and take you back with me. How does that sound?"
"That sounds great,” I said resolutely. And, much to my own surprise, I meant it.
I was done being shocked by my decision. I had a lot to accomplish in a very short amount of time - I wanted to be completely ready to go by Tuesday at the latest.
Quitting my job was the easiest part. I left a message on my boss’s voicemail. I would lose a week’s pay, but what was I going to do with money anyway?
The harder part was deciding what to do with all my stuff. I was a packrat, and I had an entire apartment full of odds and ends - clothes, furniture, pots, pans, everything that I had collected over eight years of living on my own. David solved this problem neatly by hiring a moving company and renting a massive storage unit in Alexandria. He told me to keep a few changes of clothes and a black leather jacket he especially liked, but otherwise I was to put everything in storage. He told the proprietor of the U-Store facility that I was moving to India for a year to work on a government project. My entire life - including my car - was packed away by Monday night.
Tuesday morning I took the Metro into the city. I wandered around Washington for a couple of hours, taking it all in. I had lived there for fifteen years, and I had never really appreciated it as a tourist. I found some irony in going to the Lincoln memorial, considering what I had in store for myself, but I could not help but smile all day as I wandered from monument to monument. I really considered going into some of the Smithsonians, but I thought better of it - after all, the metal contraption on my dick would hardly go unnoticed by the metal detectors. I was back at my apartment by noon. David arrived shortly thereafter,
and he smiled at me as I threw my bookbag into the trunk of his car.
“You’re really sure about this, right, buddy?” he asked me again.
“I think so."
"All right. I’m going to ask you this one more time when we get home, and you’ll answer by putting on my collar, which you’re not taking off for the next year. Until then, you can consider yourself my prisoner.” He pulled from the glove box of his car a pair of hinged handcuffs and a set of leg irons. “I thought about having you wear a gag, too, but not only would that make for a pretty boring ride back, but I’m not sure how we could avoid notice that way."
I was a little self-conscious about putting on the handcuffs in the parking lot where anyone could see, but David took me roughly by the arm and threw me against his car, twisting my wrists so the palms faced away from each other behind my back. With a ratcheting noise I heard the cuffs lock into place, and I felt the cool metal dig slightly into my wrists. "Too tight?" "I don’t think so." "Good damn thing, ‘cause I wasn’t loosening them.” He kicked my legs apart and gave my ankles the same attention, and I found that I could now neither run nor do anything to defend myself. I had well and truly placed myself under his control.
He helped me get into the car. He let me sit in the front seat, and he helped me fasten the seatbelt as we departed. I knew that what I faced next was going to be a long, awkward journey back to Louisville. I didn’t dare ask him how, cuffed as I was, I was going to go to the bathroom along the way.
I found out all sorts of things about David as we drove. We had nothing to do but talk, really, and actually learn more about each other. He was in a rock band, and he had a lot of money because he had inherited it from his rich father who, though a deadbeat dad his whole life, had nonetheless in death provided an ample sum of money for the son whom he barely knew.
When we got to Louisville, it was dark. My arms ached from the discomfort of the position in which they had been held most of the day, and I really wanted nothing more than to lay down and take a nap. I knew, though, that I wasn’t going to have a chance to relax.
I got my first and only view of the outside of the house when we arrived.
It was an old Victorian mansion in what looked like an older part of the city. It looked creepy, and I was a little apprehensive when we walked inside. David brought me inside and invited me to sit on the couch. I was almost comfortable, except for my restraints and the constant throbbing of my dick inside its cage.
He came back into the room with two glasses of water and a traditional pair of handcuffs. He cuffed me in the front this time so I could get somewhat comfortable, but I didn’t bother to ask if I could sit without wearing the restraints at all. He sat in the chair across from me and pulled it close.
“Alright, this is the really serious part,” he said. “I hope we can be friends, but I want you to know that if you agree to this again, I am going to hold you to this one year. There will be nothing you can do or say to me that will make me release you. I am going to keep you in chains, gag you all night, flog you when the mood takes me, spit and piss on you when you’ve pissed me off - I am going to be a complete dick to you, and there won’t be a damn thing you can do to stop me. You will be my slave for a year and a day, starting today, and you will always call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master,’ and you will never say ‘I’ or ‘me’ when talking about yourself. Most importantly, you will never cum, no matter how much you want to.
"I will milk you, of course, to make sure everything’s okay, and I’ll take you to the doctor when we need to, and I’ll feed you and water you enough that you’ll never be malnourished. I’ll make sure - trust me on this - that you get enough exercise. I will never do anything to you that will harm you in the long term - at least not physically.
"Now,” he finished, “this is your last chance to set any terms. Do you have any more conditions before we proceed?"
I thought for a moment. I couldn’t think of much, but I had been a fan of bondage long enough to know that people did some weird things. "You already said there won’t be sex,” I said. “I assume that goes both ways.
So neither of us will engage in sexual contact with the other one, ever.
Agreed?"
"Agreed,” he said.
“And I won’t eat or drink anything … foul, like shit or cum or anything else that comes from someone’s body. Agreed?"
"Agreed,” he snickered.
“And … you won’t tattoo anything on me."
He laughed out loud this time. "I won’t what!"
"People do it!” I protested. “You won’t tattoo anything on me, or burn me, or do anything else to make permanent marks."
"Of course not,” he said.
“And finally …” I felt really silly on this one, but I had to be sure … “… you won’t, um, sell me to someone else, or rent me, or anything else like that."
"Naturally not,” he agreed.
“Those are all my conditions, then."
"All right … go downstairs, and you’ll find a black isolation hood and some cuffs chained to the ceiling. Think about this really hard - if you put on that hood and lock on those cuffs, you’re mine for a year. You can leave at any point up until you do that. I am going to go upstairs and get cleaned up - I hope you’re still here when I get back."
He uncuffed me then, handcuffs and leg irons, and I gingerly rubbed my wrists as he placed a small key - I assumed it was to the chastity device - on the coffee table. He then disappeared up the stairs.
I took the chastity key with me to the dungeon below. I decided that I would jerk off one more time before I made this choice - I knew how dangerous that was, but something warned me that I had to want this even after cumming, or I was in for a year of hell.
The dungeon was everything I could have ever hoped for, all in one place - and all, I realized suddenly, for me, if I wanted it. It was unfinished, of course, so it had a cement floor and ductwork, but the instruments of bondage and torture were staggering in their cruelty. In one corner I saw a rack, just waiting to stretch a helpless victim. In another corner there was a St Andrew’s cross, and in the wall between those things were all sorts of pegs that held chains, manacles, collars, blindfolds, gags, handcuffs … I looked in the closet, and I saw a leather straightjacket and a bright orange prisoner uniform. The most sinister object of all, near the stairs, was an electric chair, painted black with leather straps to hold the feet, hands, and neck in place. And then there was the center of the room.
Just as David had promised, the middle of the room held the chains that would seal our contract. There was a stool there, but it was clearly there only so I could easily find the hood and the five padlocks. The hood had a hole in the front through which I would be able to breathe, but the laces up the back and the collar in the back would ascertain that I would not be able to get the thing off without a strong pair of scissors. The manacles reached from the ceiling and hung in the middle of the room. I touched them gingerly - I would be pretty uncomfortable while wearing these. There were ankle cuffs, too, fastened to the floor, but the chains on those were pretty short, maybe six inches.
I immediately took off my clothes and looked at my poor dick in its metal cage. Being down here in this room, by myself, and finally holding the key to my release, I watched with amusement as my dick sprang to attention as soon as the device was off.
I wanted to masturbate so very badly. I wanted to take my dick into my hands and jerk until I came, and given my present state of arousal, that wouldn’t take long at all. But I knew that if I jerked off, I wouldn’t put the chains on, I wouldn’t hood myself - I would walk out the door, and, though it would be incredibly awkward to get my job back, and find a way back to Washington …
With resign, I slowly put the chastity device back on, locking it in place, still so horny that I could barely stand it. I approached the chains, and I placed my ankles inside the shackles, and I heard the padlocks click into place. Even if I didn’t finish doing this, I was still firmly and inescapably trapped in this basement. The isolation hood looked intimidating, but I wanted this over with.
The hood - I had never felt anything so intense as putting on the hood for the first time. It was thick, black leather, and as I lowered the hood over my head, all light and sound were blocked out. It took me a while to lace the hood, and then to buckle it into place …
I started to panic a little. This was a little much, but it was far too late for second thoughts. I buckled the collar in place and firmly clicked the padlock around the collar. Feeling for the last two locks, I reached above myself, standing on the tips of my toes, and found the manacles, which took only a moment to lock into place.
I had accepted being David’s chastity slave. What did I have in store now?
WHAT ARE OBJECTS?
Object is a fairly recent addition to all the terms we share in the BDSM world of Dominance and submission. An object exists at the lowest end of that spectrum. An object is the living example of absolute dehumanization and objectification.
A slave, a boy, a submissive can all have different expectations of their experience. Some are absolutely property, others not. Some are allowed outside lives, physical contact with others, etc. They are essentially human whether caged, beaten, abused or loved.
An Object is NOT… all that is stripped away. IT is NOT anything, IT simply exists for whatever desire and purpose suits the need of ITs handler. While an Object may have been born human, may even have been a slave, a boy or a submissive at any point in ITs life. Once IT becomes an object, all that is thrown away, IT is simply LIVESTOCK.
Can an Object become a slave, a boy, or a submissive? Perhaps, IT would largely depend on ITs own abilities and inner strength. Ultimately it is a brutal existence… over the long term IT will lose everything about itself that IT currently finds familiar… there is often no outside contact for IT… this will take its toll on IT in many ways.
This does not mean that an Object is worthless, IT may be, rather it just means that an Object is NOT permitted identity. IT is simply LIVESTOCK… some might call IT subhuman… others a gimp… a thing… I prefer the term Object.
I am a born slave. I consider myself to be property to be owned and controlled. The possibility of being made into an object is powerfully appealing. This slave would be willing to give itself to a man with the intention of his concerting it into what it is meant to be.
Those big sweaty socks’ll come in handy now boys!
(Fiction) He picked me up from the train station for my weekend viit dressed like this (minus cuffs/chains). I complimented him on it, telling him how horny looking it as and how i envied him for wearing it. He grinned, but then we drove off.
He lived in the village about half an hour from the station, but half way there he stopped at the side of the road, telling me: 'You want to swap outfits? Wear that horny gear you like so much? But i have to warn you, if you do, it comes at a price, a few mandatory extras added to you and a surprise later as well.' How could i say no, i stared at it before and during the ride, so cuffs or not, absolutely want to... It was not a heavy traffic road for sure, but still, getting naked next to the car right here was scary but as well exciting, what if someone passed... but he also stripped totally, so i wasn't alone on that.
He quickly got into my clothes, all the way, undies, socks, jeans, tee and sweatshirt as well as the jacket and my boots, keeping me wait naked next to the car.
Finally he opened the boot of the car, grabbed into a small duffel bag in there and then... it must have been the tinies chastity cage i had seen so far, mounted on to a rubber waste harness, he insisted and in no time that was locked on my junk, being not too warm, i was soft enough to not be a problem.
But he also made me turn around, lean forward and inserted a plug up my butt quickly, while lubed well, it still wasn't the smallest (to me) and the force used made me yelp out when it passed at its widest. the strap from the chastity harness leading between my legs held that firmly pushed up then also.
Only then he gave me piece by piece his gear. Clearly well worn undies first, well worn white socks to follow, then the pants and jacket, both unlines, plastic, still little warm and damp from him wearing it earlier. He added a pair of black rubber gloves for me also before allowing me to get into his sneaks, then however grabbed more from that bag again.
He made me put my hands on my back and in no time i heard and felt the cuffs forcing those to remain there, but attached to those handcuffs was that long chain, at its end, leg cuffs... and those went over the white socked ankles now.
He then got up and stood in front of me, pullinghhte hood from the jacket over my head, tightening the embedded cord a little before adding a neck chain around it all that would hold that hood in place surel also i thought. He then laughed,. with a 'looks perfect' he made me walk on the road a a little to 'get the feel' of it. He took a few pics and a clip from that, then while still filming, he ordered me to walk faster, slow paced light running maybe, told me to get about 100 feet up and then turn and run back here.
While i did, carefully... figuring out the right pace to match the restrictions on the chain between my legs now, i did not pay attention to him back there, so was surprised, he was quick, before i reached that 100 feet mark, he suddenly pulled next to me in the car, window lowered down.
He threw a piece of paper out, dropping in front of me, shouted a brief 'see you later' and drove off. What the...
I managed to grab the crumpled paper, unfold it and twisting my arms, managed to read:
'It's another ten miles to my hometown, you may have to avoid possible traffic during the trip, but you have to also cross through parts of the town to get to the destination. I leave it to you how to get through the town, but if you wait until after 2am, then it is unlikely anyone still being out on the streets, or risk being seen when trying earlier.
You walk into town on the main road until you see a large building on the right side, fenced in, at the gate a sign mentioning the name 'St. Quentin Pre-School'. The pre-school is closed for the weekend but the gate is not locked. Go inside and walk around the right side of the building, once you are around the corner you will see a number of lockable steel bicycle stalls.
Enter the third one from the corner, it is open, once inside, pull the door close, it will snap shut. From the street it is not visible. I am going to pick you up at some point, but won't let you know when that will be.
The alternative, if you refuse to follow this, you will have to find me, i am living somewhere in that town, but you don't have the address, not do you have my full name, so good luck asking your way around the way you are.'
By the time i read it all, he was long gone. Walking like this, plugged and chained, well i would manage, waiting then until late to avoid people when entering town is likely also not an issue, that is if i find a clock somewhere, else i have to go by feeling. But the suggested lockup, basically in the middle of that town at a school building... that was something o swallow over.
But the alternative was indeed not a good one either, like this, waiting fo people and starting to ask for help... or not asking for help and just trying to find out where he lived, even more weird probably... There was no way, i was scared enough to be found out as it was and following those instructions, but chances were low to be detected, opposed to being fully public like this when asking for help once someone is found in town. So i decided i'd go with it, find my way, find the location and even lock that stall with me inside chained, locked and dressed like this.
It took time, no watch, no clock, so i 'guessed' when it was safe to get into town, after having walked endless miles with this thing up my butt and those chains hindering me quite a bit, but i arrived that that building as he described, found those bicycle stalls, saw the open third one...
I crouched down and shovelled myself backwards Inside, there would not be too much room left or right, but also the metal from that door, while the box itself was massive, the door had holes all over it, top to bottom, left to right, but not large enough to clearly see inside, you'd likely have to come close and peek through one of those holes to find out, it was a little relief, just in case someone came, if i remained silent, i was not going to be found. Still it was quite a rush when i pulled that door shut and heard the click when it snapped shut... Dick locked, plug locked in, hands and feet cuffed, dressed in shiny sweaty black and then... locked into a small bicycle stall in the middle of a town i had not been befroe, unaware of anything that is going to happen in the time until he'd get me.
I tried to relax and even fell asleep for a while, despite not finding my of a comfortable position inside there. but the ordeal was not over quickly...
I woke up and found it was daylight out there, not too bright inside that box obviously, but what concerned me, i had no idea of time, morevoer, how would he get me out here in broad daylight, especially since i heard noised.. regular traffic, quite a bit passing that building actually, but also voices, people, kids, talking, screaming, laughing, this are, despite as he said, being closed for the weekend, everything around seemed to be rather busy...
I wondered all day long, a little scared to be found, but also scared not seeing him come to get me, either way not being a good thing in my mind, as it would expose me as i was to whoever else was near and around.
It took until late in the night again before someone knocked on that metal door locking me in place, i remained silent, not knowing who that actually was, until i heard him 'it's me, no worries'.
When that door opened then, still all dark, i saw more of a shadow than the full view of him, but he also did not actually order me out of that stall, instead when he noticed me trying to shovel myself outward, he mentioned a 'not just yet', holding me back from leaving the stall.
He then insisted i got down on my belly, head towards the front side of the stall, which wasn't an easy exercise, in the narrow stall and with the cuffs on my worists and ankles.
Once i managed to be as he ordered, top of my head basically close to where the closed door would be, he grabbed inside, too fast for me to realize and react to what he did. He grabbed the chain connecting wrist and ankles, pulled on it, so that my legs were forcibly bent up, and before i could even figure out what happened, i heard the snap of a padlock, locking the leg cuffs and handcuffs together, effectively forcing me into a hogtie.
While i still struggled with this sudden new 'realization', he continued. In front of my face, he dropped a bunch of snack and protein bars on to the floor, all unwrapped already, but also placed a large bottle on the floow, sealed top with a tube leading off that top. it was laying flat and that end of the tube close to my face also. Then...:
'Now that should cover you for another day, a little dirt from eating it off the ground will not harm you. You have done nicely throughout the day, but tomorrow will be different.
You see, Sundays the town holds the weekly flea-market here on this school yard. It's about 1am now, but in roughly 5 hours the first people will come building up their stands. The flea-market means being pretty damn busy all over the place here all day and it lasts until the early evening before people start packing up and leaving again. So you'll be in company of hundreds people at all times and from experience, i know that there will be a few of the stands right here in front of the stalls also, so i'd say you should make sure not to make any sound at all throughout the day and evening.
I'll be getting you out of here tomorrow night then, just in time to rush to catch your train home again. So enjoy another night and day in here in my gear, laters.'
F*ck... he cannot be serious i thought, but the snap sound of the door locking didn't tell me that he was joking. A tough night and even more tough day with lots worries to be found to come...
That day was hell, i heard them, extremely close, i could see often enough those feet, standing not a foot away from my face, on the other side of that metal door, unaware of my suffering inside. I did not dare moving much at all, afraid the chains might be heard rattling.
So when all settled and finally was over, i was relieved, i made it without being found, without moaning form both, excitement and suffering of being kept locked like this.
When he finally released me, well, i got out of the stall and pushed as i was into the boot of his car, driving as 'luggage' to the train station then. When the car stopped and i was let out of the boot, i found we were not at the station, but he mentioned immediately that the station was just 3 minutes walk away, but this abandoned corner was ideal for releasing me.
He then unlocked the chain around my neck, pulled down the hood, but then locked that chain back on my neck, fiddling with the lock a little. Then he finally took off the cuffs and made me strip, he handed me my clothes while packing away his, but i still was locked in the chastity and plug, so waiting for him to unlock. Intead he said:
"The key to chastity and plug is locked on to your neck chain, you will have to wait until you can cut that off at your home later tonight, but you better rush to get dressed, your train is the last today and leaves in 7 minutes. You won't get around it, that 5 hour train ride will happen locked.'
F*ck... 7 minutes, there was no time to complain or debate this, i had no choice, i needed to get that train to be home for work the next day, so i Quincy got dressed and grabbed my stuff that i had not even unpacked, shouted a bye and rushed to the station.... just made it...
The ride home was terrible, the sore butt still holding that too large plug made it a torment, i walked up and down more often than i sat, which pushed that plug deeper then. But in those hours i had a lot time to think about that weekend. it was not at all as planned, for a lot of rim boring for sure, nothing happening, but the rush i received from the risky situations, the rush of being locked in thee, so close to so many people unaware of it, the rsh of not being given much of a choice either, and all that just 'because i wanted to wear his gear'.
My dick suffered plenty during that weekend, but now thinking about it all it suffered even more... i could not wait to be home and get to those keys dangling right off my neck.
So when i finally was back home, i threw the bag in the corner and went to the tool box, cut off that small lock holding the neck chain and with it the keys to that chastity and waist harness.
That padlock in the strap in my buytt crack went first, then the ordeal of getting that thing out there followed. as sore as the butt was, with it being in the border size i usually handled, that took a little but also caused quite a number of sighs, moans and yelps before it finally popped out and i managed to clean up after emptying bowels.
The relief of that one being out was so big that i sat down first, sighing and sitting with closed eyes. But a ding on my mobile interrupted that.
He messaged: 'I enjoyed this weekend more than you can imagine, i hope you did enjoy it too. I would surely also enjoy you to come back for another weekend, maybe with another surprise even, but...
If you actually want to come back, you will have to remain locked and plugged until then continuously, meaning 7am and 7pm you are allowed to take the plug out for the obvious, the rest of time it stays locked in, the chastity does not come off at all. To ensure that, i have packed a little time safe into your bag, it opens at those times daily, so you can unlock when allowed and also proof afterwards that you are relocked with keys in the safe again.
If you do not agree to that, you can just say so and i'll give you the address to send back the items. If you do agree though, i will not tell you what weekend you are allowed to visit again, you will just have to keep patiently waiting until i tell you, but i expect a clip of you locking that plug in again, display of the locked harness front and back and then show proof of locking those keys into that keysafe. You have ten minutes to decide and in case needed, send the demanded proof.'
F*ck really? And while there was an immediately 'nah, definitely not' though springing to mind, my dickl seemed to think differently. having read that, it decided to attempt going full hard, obviously causing nothing but pain in it's still locked on tiny prison. That made me rethink that whole message then... and my dick kept trying, makking at the end the choice for me....
So now i am here, locked front and back, following the 7am, and 7pm schedule for unlock and sending proof of relock.
It's the third week and he finally told me to come by train the following weekend again, he had planned another nice weekend for me... Making me moan in pain from my dick responding severely to it, not having jerked off three weeks already.
But i was excited... he 'planned', so something unknown would be in stock for me again, and while feeling a little butterfly scare in my belly, what will it be, how risky will it be, how difficult will it be... another thought was much more dominant in my mind... I was going to give back the keys for the chastity cage and the waist belt of the harness, only keep the key for the back strap and ask him... if need be even beg for it... keep up the 'arrangement' as it was... waiting locked like this for his call to visit again and again and again....
(Fiction) he looked hot, in his bomber, his leather jeans, the haircut, the 4 day beard, the cigarette in his mouth… It was the third time I saw him pass by the cafe I sat in for my afternoon coffee here during my vacation.
Like the first tow times, I paid and left, just to follow him for a while, just to admire that guy for a while longer. It was winter, still snow around here, so having a little walk was nice in general, but when this time he turned into the city park, that made even more 'sense' then, a little relaxing winter strawl through the park, nothing unusual on that, just in case he would wonder why I followed him and I needed to explain.
The park however was quite empty. Well, for one cold winter, but also weekday, afternoon, most people likely at work anyway. I kept my distance, so when I saw him sit down at a wooden rest area with table and bench, I had plenty time to 'arrange' a casual passing my, not looking like it stalked him. But while still watching him during the attempt to look like just someone enjoying that park walk, I noticed him opening his bomber and then a major surprise.
Since he basically faced in my direction I saw what looked like a chain wound around his belly, but he unwound it and suddenly held a leg/wrist cuff combination in his hands, prior well hidden wound around his waist under that jacket. His jacket still open, his cigarette still in his mouth, he sat down at that bench, holding that chain combo rather demonstratively in front of himself while… Fuck… Is he looking right at me?
I got nervous, but kept walking 'casually' and decided not to react on this in any way, was just about to pass near him on the main path, when he seemed to shout something at me, though I did not understand his language, I stopped, looked at him and asking in English if he was talking to me, as I did not understand what he said.
Luckily he responded in broken, yet ok-ish English then. He asked if I noticed 'these' while briefly lifting and shaking that cuffs combination. On my agreeing nod, he asked then 'and what should happen with them?'
I still was a little puzzled about him so openly just holding those in front of him, then again, quiet park, nobody around, but also this rather direct approach now, as if he knew I'd be interested. But I also noticed now that I stood rather close and his jacket was open, he was wearing a thick chain around his neck, so definitely on my wavelength I thought, feeling a little relief on that, though… Well.. I had hoped for something different…
So I told him: 'i am a firm believer of old values, you are (pointing at that chain on his neck) wearing a locked chain, I believe whoever locks a chain on a boy, owns that boy… Or potentially slave, whichever the relation may be. So seeing that, it is clear that those cuffs should be on you.'
He laughed and mumbled something I did not understand, but then came back with: 'you are right, I am owned by my master, but I believe those cuffs belong on you. I know you need that, so come here and turn around.'
I was surprised by that of course, but then again, my dick sprung to life when he said that, also in the tone he said that, more commanding than I expected. I hesitated though and he repeated the last command, this time much more severe and harsh in tone, while also standing up and opening the hand cuffs. I do not know why, this was a stupid move, but that guy, I jerked off a few times last two nights over him, and now he basically 'wanted' to… So I finally stepped closer to him, turned around and put my arms on my back.
He did not hesitate or delay, he firmly grabbed each arm and I felt the thick and heavy wrist cuffs snap in place, tight enough to be certain it cannot slip off. He quickly then went down, slid up the leg sleeve to reach over the ankle boots and snapped the thick leg cuffs shut there on each ankle also.
I was horny like hell, hoping I can hide that attempting hardon in my jeans well under the jacket, but he already gave a 'come' command and started walking. I did not even think, this was a clear command, and I was helpless delivered by my own voluntary acceptance of being chained like this.
I needed to be watchful on y steps, the chain between ankles wasn't allowing full steps, but I managed to stay with him, walking away from that rest table, into the wintry woods nearby, passing through those within ten minutes and behind that was a larger parking area with a handful cars only on it. He walked to an old sedan nearby and opened the boot, pointed at it and again rather commanding said 'in there'.
He assisted me getting in, cuffed as I was, once I laid inside the boot, he grabbed a cotton bag and slid it over my head, I was int he dark then, heard the lid close and moments later he drove.
We drove almost two hours, two hours in which I was getting worried, what had I done, why did I do that… Cuffed, helpless, in the boot of a car of a stranger, I did not even know his name, just seen him pass by a few times, driving god knows where to… Yet still… I was horny as hell, my dick in those jeans fighting for attention.
When the car stopped, he helped me out of that boot, but did not take off that bag over my head, I had to walk carefully, following his lead, no idea where to, but we went into some building, his house? Somewhere else? I would not know.
When the bag finally came off after some turns and stairs walked, I found we were in a hallway, dark, dirty, looking like more of a basement than a house. But the bag off did not mean release, instead he kept 'commanding', a first was 'open' while holding a massive sponge in his hand, the moment I opened, that whole sponge went into my mouth, pushing it all in and definitely silencing me as it expanded inside and kept the mouth fully filled no matter what. He then used duct tape, 6 times around the head, covering from under nose to just under chin, that sponge wasn't coming out easily.
But then he ripped off a few short straps of tape and started on my eyes, with a 'close' while holding the first short strip near my left eye, I closed them and felt him apply that strip, carefully aligning it and carefully pushing it over the closed eye, eyelids, basically covering smoothly from just under eyebrows to top of the cheeks under eyes, from just side of head to the bridge of the nose, not the tiniest glimpse of light would pass, keeping my eyes fully closed.
Only after that he shoved me and I followed his lead, into the room of that door we stood right next to when he gagged and blindfolded me, then stood in a spot I felt a collar being pulled around my neck and the shortly after following pull made it clear, it was hooked on to the ceiling and kept me now stood on my tip toes, if I wanted to keep breathing.
Not seeing or knowing, I had to feel, so I felt him handle my boots, followed when he tapped my right leg, lifted it, felt him take off that boot and the sock, tapping the left leg, that boot and sock was gone also. But then.. Well.. If I could I would, but I could no longer… I felt him cut off my clothes.
No regards to what, starting with the jacket, sweatshirt, tee, then down to jeans and undies, all cut and ripped off, I stood then on tiptoes, but naked except a chain on my neck, cuffs on wrists and ankles, tape keeping me mute and blind.
Now that was definitely a no go, no way, I did not want that, did not agree to that, then again, there was no negotiation of any kind in the first place, there was just a 'get those cuffs on' to which I willingly agreed.
I kept feeling more then, he handled my genitals, grabbed, pulled, seemed to inspect, moments after then I felt it, a ring pulled over them, a base ring to a chastity device. But there was more… The moment that ring settled in place, I felt him pull, attached to the ring were padded steel wires. It felt weird and I had to imagine what he did, but came close to it at the end.
He pulled the wire attached with a loop crimped onto the base ring, leading it over my hips around the back and coming then to the front again, looping it through another crimping piece, then pulling and measuring, crimping the waist wired about two inch above the ring, so it remained tight enough over hip bones, then crimping the shortened remaining end around that base ring too. Without cutting tools, that steel wire would not come off and with it the ring stayed, especially as another wire followed then on the bottom of that ring, pulled between legs to the back and attached to the center of the steel wire around the hips. With that wire construction, it was clear that the base ring would remain close to the body skin at all times, not move away, not give at all when a locked dick would try getting hard.
Then the device itself… Again I could just feel, would not know until at some pint later being able to see more, but the first feeling was a stinging pain inside my dick, a catheter tube was inserted and slowly but steadily shoved deeper and deeper, under heavy breathing through nose only, I'd have been hissing otherwise, but the pain wasn't excessive, just a high discomfort during the process.
But this catheter was attached to a steel rod of about 1.5 inch length, which I then felt being pushed into my dick also, then I felt something over my dick head, some cup or similar, not too large, but covering it well, still the pushing did not stop, he kept going. With the stinging pain, the shock of what happened, the horniness was gone at the time, so I had a pretty soft dick at the time, but held stiff by that rod inside the dick, he could push it further and further towards my body and… Damn, this felt as if he pushed it fully back into my body, which turned out to be true, he pushed it back about half an inch before that flat plate on top of the whole construction finally aligned with the base ring around my junk and snapped in place at three matching grooves.
But more was coming… Another cup was added, he squeezed the skin of the top of my scrotum to narrow it a little, then hooked that cup on both sides of the ball sack on to that base ring from the front, pushed the balls into that cup then, barely fitting, then pushed that now hinged cup back between the legs, an eyelet with slider aligned with the steel wire back there, once hooked into it, a slight clicking noise then followed when that slider closed that eyelet around the steel wire.
So my dick was catheterized, a screwed on tip on the otherwise flat place on my front, where my junk used to be, holding my piss inside, the dick itself disappeared inside my body completely, my balls inside a steel cup forced between my legs up touching the steel wire, basically dick and balls, no longer present.
He then worked on the back… I felt him move the wire aside and start pushing something against my butt hole. I wasn't a virgin, but surely did nto have double fists up there either, so what followed was a torment of its own. He had a hollow plug, about three inches long, thick at the base and at the part later inside passed the muscles, the center width still however more than I was used to. However the whole was extremely flexible, he squeezed it down toa size I was able, with tons of lube and massive amounts of pain hissing through the nose though, to get up the butt and the inner part passing the muscles. But then it started expanding of course, the pain started there and didn't go away for quite a long time. It basically expanded to the maximum my muscles were spreading without ripping, still leaving me with the feeling of being totally ripped apart there. What I wasn't seeing, but would be told later, he then injected a solution into a canal inside the rubbery mass holding my butt open, this solution would harden out the whole, no more squeezing the size down to insert or pull out, so that large part inside behing the now fully stretched muscles was about an inch larger than what I could open up, no way to remove that then.
Being hollow though, it then was filled, at any later time that could be a dick obviously, but during other times, it would never be empty either as I would find out over time. The inner opening was still close to 2 inches, so he started pushing a dildo up that open hole in my butt, the exact width of that opening, sealing if well at the end, but also 8 inches long, the base of it sealing perfectly on to the ring holding my butt permanently open now and showing a groove across its diameter, that groove perfectly fitting the steel wire between my legs, once he pulled that in place, that dildo wasn't moving out at all for sure.
Still only feeling, I felt something being wrapped around my neck, over the chain pulling me up and holding me in place, covering basically top to bottom of the stretched neck. Then something else was added over that, I'd find out soon enough, another chain, feeling a little heavier. It was placed and removed twice, later I'd find out it was to measure the correct length and cut it accordingly, once proper in length, it was placed, both ends of the chain then looped into a spare bent open chain link, before that one was by use of massive pliers bent together again and then… That sizzling noise and the burns from the sparks still hitting me here and there made sure I was aware of what happened. That chain was actually welded on, no lock, no opening, no taking it off, a chain that will turn out to look exactly like the one I saw on him.
Cold water was flushed move the weld to cool it down sufficiently before the wrapping around my neck, from underneath the now welded on chain, was removed and I felt the steel on the neck directly. My senses were all going crazy, dick, catheter, rod, pushed back into the body, balls held up behind that ring, that huge thing holding my butt spread open to the max it can take, that long dildo up the butt, all the while blind, mute and struggling to remain on tip toes to keep breathing. There wasn't even an attempt of resistance, the focus on stand tip toed without stumbling and hanging myself took all strength I had, everything else just 'happened', fully registered and felt of course, but the focus remained on not strangling myself to death.
But he seemed to have done what he wanted, as he lowered the chain holding me tip toed, I stood firmly, now barefoot of course, on the cold floor then, once he led me to walk, I finally also felt a lot of the ordeals I had experienced, that thing up my butt felt at every step, but so was the wires holding that chastity torture device in place.
I was led what I guessed out of that room (I was right), and into another room down there, across that room then and finally pushed down to sit on some sort of metal cold chair. I heard him walk, but was not sure where to, because moments later I heard metal slam shut, I was actually in a small cell and that was the cell door, but he was still next to me, just now on the other side of the cell bars.
He started removing the tape over my eyes carefully. Once they were gone and I got adjusted to light and saw clear, I noticed that cell. Tiny, 6 foot long, 5 foot wide, a 2 foot wide and 5 foot long steel bench mounted to the long wall, a steel sink in the far corner, that chair I sat on was actually the toilet bowl, and I noticed no windows, not in the cell, not in the room in front of the cell.
He held that chain around my neck still in his hand, tight around the neck, not to miss the feel of his grip, looking at me, still gagged and unable to say anything, he said:
'You see, I believe as you, whoever locks a chain on a slave, owns the slave, and that chain I am holding now, I am the one who welded it on your neck, so it is clear, I own you now.
You were right though, I am also owned, I work for my master, finding him new slaves, train them according to his standards and customer demands, and finally when perfectly trained, assist shipping those laves to their respective owners then.
I noticed how you followed me every day, so did a little asking around, we are a small town, it is not difficulty to find out what you need, so it was clear you are a tourist on vacation, which makes things easier, making a tourist disappear is just about faking his travels to another country, the search for him there is no longer a concern then, making a local disappear is more difficult, then again, customers love western foreigners, so the price you will bring is much higher also. It was a little gamble with the cuffs, would you voluntarily allow me to cuff you or will I need to force you, my feeling was right though, as you ended up on your own free will helplessly chained up.
Out here is a large mirror, you can later check yourself out, everything that is on you now is permanent, so do not expect that to change anymore. It was a request from a new customer, finding you was perfect timing to match his request.
For now I will not remove the gag just yet, you will have a lot to think of. Tomorrow it will be removed, but… It at any time you talk without explicit permission, you get no food or water for the day. So when I remove the gaga tomorrow, be silent, you will be hungry, it is up to you if you get food and water or not.
You will not get out of this cell for 4 months, also the cuffs will not be removed for the next 4 weeks, there is a lot of slave training that can be done with those cuffs locked on, a lot of commands to train while cuffed, so those will be taught first, in 4 weeks that part should be to perfection, I am sure of that, the 'incentives' I use to ensure that have never failed.
By then the cuff-chains can be taken off and more extensive training to specs will happen. After 4 months then you will daily have time outside the cell, further training but also exercising all that was taught in the first 4 months. Training is finished usually after 6 months. Again, you can be assured the 'incentives' I use work well, you can try, but will learn fast. If master is satisfied with your presentation after 6 months, the customer gets to inspect the goods, if he is not satisfied, you will regret that, another 6 months training will follow, but under hardened conditions, you will suffer severely every day then, the end result wil be the same, you will become a well trained, obedient and wel behaved slave. So anytime you think abut rebelling or disobeying, think of the consequences if you have to repeat the 6 month training.
For now I leave you alone, I will be back tomorrow with the first few hours of training starting. In the meantime, I will arrange your travel to some neighbor countries, by the day after tomorrow, every trace attempted will place you in a country beyond the neighbor country, so far away from here.'
He then just left, and while I was staring at the mirror on the wall out there, seeing what is me, only one word remained over and over in my mind… F*ck!
You will sleep bound and gagged today. Got it boy? 😈🔥
Total No-Limits Slave Contract
Of my own free will and out of a desire to express my love and devotion to the man I love and adore, I offer myself in slavery to my Master for life, beginning on __________
I will devote myself completely and totally to the pleasure and desires of my Master, without hesitation or consideration of myself or others.
General Provisions
The slave agrees to obey its Master in all respects. Its mind, body, heart and time belong to Him.
The slave shall keep its body available for the use of its Master at all times. In addition, the slave agrees that its Master possesses the right to determine whether others can use its body and what use they may put it to. The slave shall demonstrate its acceptance of its role of service and availability at all times while at home and at other times and places specified by its Master.
The slave will answer any questions put to it honestly and directly, and will volunteer any information its Master should know about its physical or emotional condition. While its Master expects His slave to speak honestly and forth rightly about anything that bothers it, the slave is not to interpret that as permission to whine or complain. It will phrase its concerns politely and respectfully, and then gracefully accept its Master’s judgment in these matters without further complaint.
The slave will always speak of its Master in terms of love and respect. It will address him at all times as either “Master” or “Sir” (see Public Rules of Conduct).
The slave agrees that severe punishment may be assessed for any infraction of the letter or spirit of the contract, and will accept the correction gratefully. The form and extent of the punishment shall be at the Master’s pleasure, and the Master shall make it clear to the slave that she is being punished when punishment occurs. The Master may endeavor not inflict physical harm upon the slave that might require the attention of anyone outside the relationship.
As the sole owner of the slave’s physical body, The master has the right to modify the slave’s body or appearance in any way, including but not limited to, multiple piercings, tattoos, scarification, implants and branding, and even amputation. Slave will not be informed in advance which modification is to take place. All modifications will be done without anesthetic. The slave shall have no right to refuse any such modifications and will offer its skin and body parts willingly and gratefully for transformation.
The slave enjoys the right to cry, scream or beg, but accepts the fact that these heartfelt expressions will not affect its treatment. Further, it accepts that if its Master tires of its noise, he may gag it or take other actions to silence it.
The slave is permitted to engage in any and all activities not actively forbidden by the contract or by later edict of the Master. All rights and privileges not otherwise noted in this contract belong to the Master, and He may exercise them as He chooses.
Private Rules of Conduct
On days when its Master is at work, the slave will greet Him wearing its collar, wrist restraints, and a shirt belonging to its Master. It will wear no underclothes in His presence unless given permission. On days when the Master is home, the slave will wear whatever is deemed appropriate by its Master. When in the same room as its Master, the slave will ask permission before leaving the room, explain where it is going, and why. At mealtimes, the slave will serve its Master, and sit at His feet while He eats. Food for the slave will be given by the Master at His discretion. When speaking to its Master or being spoken to by Him, the slave will assume a demeanor of alert attention and will meet its Master’s eyes directly, unless instructed to do otherwise.
The slave will serve as a waste receptacle for its master. The slave agrees to accept and consume any food or beverage waste the Master chooses to discard.
The slave accepts all health risks related to second-hand cigarette smoke. The slave will at all times allow its master to use its mouth as an ashtray. Fully trained, the slave will pay attention to the growing ash at the burning end of the cigarette, before requesting that its master feed it to the slave. The Master should never have to ask the slave to open its mouth to receive ashes and butts, except in the early stages of training. The master may, at his sole discretion, be kind enough to extinguish smoking materials before discarding them in the slave’s mouth. The slave, however, accepts that the Master may want to take amusement or pleasure in the pain inflicted by extinguishing cigarettes in its mouth. The slave accepts that the Master reserves the right, for His own entertainment and amusement, to place cigarette ashes and butts into food or beverage to be consumed by the slave. The slave will also consume and ingest its master’s urine and feces when required to do so.
The Master may require the slave to do household chores. The slave shall complete such chores in a manner satisfactory to the Master, without reservation, without regard to comfort, and without expectation of payment.
Public Rules of Conduct
The slave will conduct itself at all times in such a manner as to not call attention to Master and slave. It will call its Master by His name only if the use of “Master” is inappropriate. The slave will defer to its Master in public. The slave may dress itself, but must seek approval of any clothing it wishes to wear in public.
Full Consent Statement of Slave
I, _______________ accept that I shall be placed in and kept under strict discipline without time limit.
I, _______________ accept any form of punishment meted out to me while under discipline.
I, _______________ accept any form of restraint without time limit.
I, _______________ accept any form of chastisement, administered in any way with any instrument.
I, _______________ accept actual imprisonment, including additional physical restraints which may be necessary to use on my body during such imprisonment, and without limit of time.
I, _______________ accept that all sex with my Master is consensual at all times. I accept sexual use and abuse of my body while under discipline for any purpose.
I, _______________ accept that the various forms of torment to which I am to be subjected may cause suffering to an acute level. I further acknowledge that my Master may use my body or mind in any manner He wishes. I wish it to be known through this document I fully consent to any such suffering and that it may be prolonged, and under no circumstances do I wish to know any release date on my training program. I also accept that the application of suffering and torment is not required to be part of any training or discipline program, but may be inflicted by my Master solely for His own entertainment and pleasure.
I, _______________ accept that I will be made to eat and consume food waste, cigarette ashes, cigarette butts, urine, and feces.
I, _______________ accept that there are health risks to this arrangement, including but not limited to, exposure to second-hand cigarette smoke, permanent injury due to prolonged restraint and torment, and illness, possibly fatal, from the consumption of human waste.
I, _______________ accept that I am subject to the absolute rule of the Master and those to whom he delegates that rule.
I, _______________ accept that half of my role as a slave is to accept all discipline and suffering inflicted on me by my master and the other half of my role is to actively arouse His sadistic desire to inflict suffering on me. To this end, subtle rebellion is therefore expected of me, and lack of it taken to the point of docility is likely to terminate this contract.
I, _______________ accept that no form of disobedience will be tolerated when in the company of my Master, other Masters or slaves and that I must conduct myself precisely as instructed on each specific occasion.
I, _______________ accept that I remain under the disciplinary code imposed by this contract at all times and I am bound by its terms and conditions in all situations, whether closely supervised or not.
I, _______________ accept that any plans I have made for my future are hereby surrendered. My master has the sole power to determine my purpose and fate.
I, _______________ accept that nothing in this contract implies there shall be a safe word or limits, hard or soft. These will be at the sole discretion of my master, who may or may not choose to implement them.
I _________________________, do set my signature to this document of my own free will, thus becoming the property of ___________________________, in full understanding that I will be used for any sexual, disciplinary, amusement, or labor purpose, and that I will be subjected to acute torment and suffering, limited solely by my Master’s imagination and desired level of entertainment.
SIGNED: _____________________________________ slave
SIGNED: _____________________________________ Master
PASSWORD: _________________ ACCEPTED [ ] REFUSED [ ]
Final Signature of Owner ________________________________________
Date ____________________
Worth a reblog for sure
I would willingly and happily sign this contract
Me too. Also being locked up 24/7
That's right you stupid little faggot start sniffing. Kiss 'em. Thank me for taking you in. You really think I'm letting you stay here because of brotherly love? Hahaha. The only reason I'm letting you stay here is because I need a fag bitch to do my bidding. And this is the beginning of it. So you stay there on your knees and you sniff kiss worship and massage my sweaty stinking dirty socked feet and thank me for the honor of being allowed to stay here. Do exactly as you're told or I'll kick your faggot ass back out on the street. You're so fucking pathetic you can't even take care of yourself and you have to come here and beg me for shelter. Well you're going to pay for it one way or another and this is just the start. You should be fucking disgraced and disgusted with yourself. And humiliated at what I'm making you do you little worthless homo. Wait until you lick my toilet bowl clean later. Now sniff my stinking soft feet you fucking loser.
Left it there for the entire weekend with a live stream.
Last night.
(Fiction) I should have used the bathroom before i made this pizza delivery, but now i was in trouble. When that guy opened the door to accept his delivery i asked him if i could use his bathroom, explaining the situation. He looked at me with a smirk, then finally allowed me to come in.
The moment i got out of his bathroom though, i felt a hand from behind over my moth, holding a rag and smelling something weird. i was surprised and in no time i blacked out completely.
When i woke up though.. fuck.. what the heck is this. I was laying on a bed, my jeans and sneaks were gone, and there were all those whit e straps all over me. My upper body, hips, wrists, upper legs, ankles, all strapped down. I could move quite a lot, which made it even more confusing, but those straps were held with some weird looking locks and no matter how i pulled, they did not give, forcing me to remain laying down, arms to my side.
I shouted and was swearing at that guy who obviously did this to me, but for hours and hours nothing happened. Finally he came into the room, laughing at me when seeing my struggles, then:
‘I have returned your delivery car earlier, left it near the branch you worked at, not without making the remaining two deliveries as well, so your 'last’ stop isn’t my address, but the one on the other end of the city.
I noticed on the recordings from the monitor that you tred shouting, let me assure you that is futile, this room has been well sound proofed for a purpose.
But now let me finish you, cut those boxers off and replace them with a nice thick set of diapers, not before locking your little nub in the micros chastity cage as well. And don’t worry, I’ll be feeding and changing you regularly, but for a foreseeable time, you will remain locked on to this bed exactly as you are. In a couple of months then, when i can be sure nobody is looking for you anymore, I’ll start working on training you to my liking, and do not worry again, if there is indeed some resistance left in a few months, i have the means to ensure compliance and proper learning, your predecessor also needed a few extra months of 'enforced incentives’ before he became fully obedient and was a pleasure to have here in my home as slave.
It was too bad, he got sick and passed after having served me well for over a decade, but as it seems, I found a good replacement in you now, in time, we’ll get along perfectly well, you can be sure of that.’
Then he did as he mentioned, got me into chastity and those diapers nad no attempt to swear, scream or beg helped since then…
Now, 6 months later, he told me that we’d start 'training’ next week, whatever that will hold, I have in the meantime lost all resistance, I do not think he will have trouble 'teaching’ me whatever it is, to me… I will be happy to just get off this bed, no matter what the alternative with him will be.