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[whatiwouldgive]

Steps

I started renting a room from this guy named Steps. One day, when I came in through the garage, I noticed a pair his trainers on the floor. He must have gone for a run and gotten them dirty and muddy in the rain and left them in the garage to dry. I got hard almost instantly when I saw them.

I knew Steps wasn’t home because his car wasn’t there. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to at least sniff his trainers. So, I picked up one of them and slowly raised it to my face. The smell was heavenly. They were an older pair of sneakers, so they had a strong odor. But, they were still moist, making the smell even stronger. I was rock hard when I buried my face in that shoe.

I didn’t know when Steps was getting home. The garage door could open at any minute, but I was so fucking horny. I couldn’t resist. I pulled out my dick and grabbed the other sneaker. I inhaled deeply from the one shoe and pressed the other against my crotch. I imagined what it would be like if Steps was actually wearing the trainers and stepping on my crotch – grinding the mud from the soles into my dick.

I took a break from sniffing to lick the dirt off the sole of sneaker I had to my face. I wanted to lick those sneakers completely clean, but I was too afraid Steps might figure out what I had done. A few tastes wouldn’t hurt though. I felt dirtier than those trainers for getting so turned on by them. I was definitely a pervert, but I couldn’t help myself.

In no time at all, I began to climax. I was breathing heavily into one of Steps’ trainers while I shot my load all over the sole of the other trainer. The smell, the moisture, the taste all culminated in an amazing orgasm.

I immediately felt guilty, perverted and scared that Steps would come in right then. I quickly wiped my cum off his trainers with my shirt and put them back exactly where I found them. I ran into my room with my dick still hanging out to clean myself up. It had to be less than 5 minutes later when I heard the garage door open. That was way too close. I stayed locked in my room the rest of the day because I felt too embarrassed to even look at Steps.

Over the next couple of weeks, I snuck out to the garage whenever I had the chance. When I knew Steps would be gone for a while, I could take my time masturbating with his footwear. He kept several pairs of boots and shoes in the garage. My favorite were the trainers he wore when he mowed the lawn. They always had dried dirt and grass on them. I just wished I didn’t feel so guilty. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I would have died from embarrassment if Steps found me out.

One day, when I got home from work, I could hear Steps in the living room. He called out to me.

“Get in here. We need to talk.”

He sounded upset. When I got in the room, he was sitting in his favorite chair looking at something on the TV. It took me a few seconds to register, but that was me on the TV screen! He was watching me get it on with his trainers in the garage. I never thought about the possibility of a security camera in the garage. The angle was unfortunately perfect too. You could clearly see my face and everything I had done in living color. I froze from shock.

“Sit down.”

This was really happening. I stepped in front of the TV and said, “Please turn it off”.

“Sit down now.”

I was powerless. I was so embarrassed that I started to cry. I obeyed and sat down. I really didn’t have any other choice. “Steps, I’m so sorry.”

“I knew something was weird about you. I thought I might catch you sniffing my underwear or something, but this… I never expected this when I checked the security camera footage. This is really sick. You’re really sick.”

Tears were running down my face.

“Are you sorry you got caught, or are you sorry you’re a perverted, faggot foot slut?”

He waited a second, and yelled, “Answer me!”

“I don’t know. I… I… I guess both? Can we please turn it off?” It was pure torture watching myself on camera in front of him.

“No we can’t turn it off. We are going to sit here and watch the whole thing while you narrate to me. In fact, we’re going to watch all eight videos while you explain yourself.”

“No Steps. Please. I’m so sorry. Please turn it off. Please”. I was sobbing at that point.

“But there’s no sound, so I need you to describe what you’re doing while we watch it. You, know… so I can decide what to do with the videos now.”

I was so emotional, I hadn’t even thought about what he would do with the videos until he said that. “Please don’t show it to anyone else. Steps, please, I’m begging you.” I was screwed.

“I’m going to post it online right now unless you start explaining what you see on that screen.”

“OK. OK. Obviously I am sniffing your trainers.” The image on the screen was me naked, laying on the garage floor wiggling with ecstasy. I was getting close to shooting my load while rubbing Steps’ dirty yard-mowing sneakers on my face and my crotch.

Steps had a slight smirk when he said, “It looks like you are doing more than that. Why are you sniffing my nasty, smelly trainers?”

“Because I like the way they smell. Smelling your trainers turns me on. Is that what you want to hear?”

“That’s pretty nasty. But what else are you doing with my trainers?”

“I’m licking them.”

“That’s fucking sick. Why would you lick the dirt off my trainers?”

“Because it turns me on.”

“Dirt turns you on? Or does the dirt have to be on my shoes to turn you on?” The sarcasm in his voice clearly showed how much he was enjoying torturing me with this line of questioning.

“No… I mean yes. I mean It’s the trainers. I… I just want to lick them clean. I don’t know why. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I lick them and sniff them while I jerk off OK?” I looked up at the screen right as I came. “And now I’m rubbing your trainer on my dick while I cum.” I couldn’t believe he actually made me say those words. I was officially a perverted faggot foot slut with no way to ever deny it again.

“And what is it you’re doing right here?”

I hung my head as I said, “I’m licking my cum off the sole of your sneaker.”

“Nasty! But, I’m glad we’re having this conversation. It’s good to just clear the air isn’t it? If we are living under the same roof, I need to better understand your attraction to my shoes. I’m going to grab a beer. You can watch yourself cleaning up after your jerk off session until I get back. Then we’ll queue up the next video. One down, 7 to go. Don’t worry. We are going to get to the bottom of your fucked up obsession.”

Then I was alone watching a video of me wiping jizz off my stomach with a sock. He was really going to make me watch all of it. It was going to be a long, painful evening.

When he came back, he had 2 bottles of beer and a cloth bag. He put one of the bottles in front of me. I looked up at him inquisitively.

“What? You’ve got a lot more to say. No need to do it thirsty.”

He turned to start the next torture video. I picked up the beer. It was warm, but I welcomed the alcohol. I took a swig and choked, spitting much of it back in the bottle. Steps had replaced the beer with piss. That asshole! He had given me a bottle of piss, and I had no choice but to sit there and drink it while he continued to embarrass me.

The next video featured me with Steps’ trail shoes after he had gotten back from a hike. They were black Oboz sneakers with big, thick treads. I clearly enjoyed running my tongue between the treads to taste the dirt that collected there, and I was forced to talk about that in detail. I had to describe the taste and texture.

“But why does that turn you on so much? Can it be any dirty shoe, or does it have to be mine? What’s going on in your head whenever you are licking my shoes?”

“I don’t know. It just feels like I’m doing a service for you or something. Like I’m submitting or something. The shoe doesn’t have to be yours. Just a guy I find attractive I guess.”

“See. Now we’re getting somewhere. It’s really healthy for you to admit how much you want to submit to me.” He winked and smiled when he said, “Drink up.” I complied. “This kind of changes the dynamic around here. There’s going to need to be a few changes if you don’t want that video on the internet. Understand?”

I lowered my head and said, “Yes sir.”

“We are going to start being open and honest about what we want. And the very first place to start is the fact that I just can’t have you shooting your nut all over my shoes. It’s just gross. So, you are going to need to put this on.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a small metal chastity cage with a big lock and set it on the coffee table beside my bottle of piss. The contraption looked very uncomfortable and scary. The part that scared me the most was the small metal tube that ran from the inside of the tip past the part that was to fit around my shaft. It was obviously supposed to fit up my urethra.

“No. Please. I promise I’ll stop. I don’t need that. You have my word. I promise I will stop shooting my nut on your shoes.”

“I really want to believe you roomy, but we both know you can’t stop getting turned on by my shoes.” He motioned to the TV screen which showed me frantically stroking my dick while rubbing the still wet mud from the sole of Steps’ hiking shoe on my face. “You obviously can’t control your urges, so we’ve got to do something. I’m not saying you can’t jack off anymore. I just have to make sure you don’t do it near my shoes. Right?”

“Go ahead. Put it on. I knew you had a small penis, so I got the smallest cage I could find. Trust me, you are going to thank me for this. If you were wearing it since you moved in, we wouldn’t have to talk about what we are going to do with these extremely embarrassing videos would we?” He could see the fear in my eyes. “Go on. I think you’ll probably need to lube up that urethral insert with saliva to get it up in there.”

Reluctantly, I pulled my pants down, and started to put it on. It took a few minutes, because it was really hard and a little painful to push the metal tube into my piss slit. Eventually I did manage it, and finally locked the annoyingly large and heavy padlock.

“There we go. I know I feel better already. This way you don’t have worry about getting a hard on while narrating the rest of these videos. Now pull up your pants and finish your beer. I’ll go get you another.”

He returned right as I was shooting another load in the video. “So what’s going on here? Why are you rubbing the bottom of my shoe on your dick while you cum? That can’t be comfortable.”

“I was imagining what it would be like if someone was stepping on my dick to make me cum.”

“Just to be clear, when you said “someone”, you meant me right? You were picturing me stepping on your dick which made you so hot you shot your nut?”

“Yes.”

“Wow. I think we can really help each other out. I know how much you enjoy cleaning my kicks with your tongue, and I really do like to have clean kicks. So I think you should be in charge of licking all my shoes clean from now on. It’s perfect, you can enjoy my shoes, and because of the chastity cage, we don’t have to worry about you getting jizz all over them. Win, win! Let’s make a toast. Too finally getting to lick my shoes completely clean… top and bottom… all of them.”

I clinked my bottle to his and took another sip of his piss. I now had a new chore, but he wasn’t done.

“To not being able to touch your own worthless little penis anymore.” Clink

“To perverted faggot foot sluts getting what they deserve.” Clink

“Alright, this next video is one of my favorites. It’s the one where you fuck yourself with a dildo. And I’m wearing the trainers you were enjoying so much while fucking yourself. I know. Why don’t you come over here and lick them clean while we watch the video? You won’t be able to narrate very much, but it seems like fun right? And I have a lot of shoes, so you are going to need to get started licking somewhere tonight. They aren’t that dirty, so you really only have to lick the soles on these. They used to be white. It will be good to see them that way again.”

And so I did what I was told. I knew I was going to be doing what I was told for a while. That was made very clear to me. The thing was, I liked it. I crawled over to him and he put his foot up on the ottoman. As I began licking the dirt off of the soles of his running shoes, all I could think was how much I wanted to touch myself, but I wasn’t allowed. I actually tried, but all I felt was hard metal frustration. I looked up at his face, and he was beaming.

“Just look at you. You are so turned on right now aren’t you?”

“Yes sir.”

“Yeah, I saw you reach for your little penis. It’s pretty useless now isn’t it? That has got to be frustrating. From what I’ve read about it, you’re going to be very horny pretty much all the time from now on with no hope for release unless you get my permission which isn’t going to happen any time soon. That’s quite a predicament.”

I continued licking as if my life depended on it.

“But, because I’m such a nice guy, I thought of a way I can help you out. I’m going to let you be the house cum dump.”

Well, that stopped me in my tracks. I’m sure I looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Think about it. All that sexual frustration. I’m willing to let you take it out on my cock. You can just pretend that my cock is yours and that my pleasure is yours. Making me cum is pretty much as close as you’re going to get to cumming yourself. Trust me. You are going to feel such a sense of satisfaction every time I shoot my load in your mouth. And you will thank me for it every time. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. I’m glad you are being so agreeable. I sure hope you’re a good cock sucker though. You’re going to have to keep me happy if you don’t want these videos going viral. Understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“You know what makes me happy, I mean other than blowjobs? Money. Your rent just went up an extra $300 a month. And I’ve decided to take on another renter. I told my friend Josh I would rent him your old room, and since you’ll be doing all our laundry, I was able to fit a cot in the laundry room. We won’t need to go in there, so you’ll have it all to yourself. It’s perfect.”

I began to cry again.

“Awe, don’t cry. Think about all that dirty underwear and socks you will get to sniff. In fact, I insist. I want you to inhale deeply 3 times when you sniff the crotch in every pair of underwear and when you sniff every dirty sock before you put them in the washing machine. It’s going to be like your own perverted paradise of odors. I haven’t cleared that with Josh yet, but he knows you’re a pervert, so I’m sure he already expects that you’ll be sniffing his dirty underwear. He plays baseball and football at college, so he wears a lot of jock straps. You are going to be in heaven.”

“And, speaking of Josh, you need to fill him in on all the details of your affliction and how we are handling it before he moves in. If you will be living under the same roof, he deserves to know. So I expect you to show him the videos and explain to him that you are a perverted faggot foot slut, but that I am helping you deal with that by holding the key to your chastity cage which you will show him as evidence. Tell him that, since you cannot cum yourself, you decided to become the house cum dump and that he is free to use either of your holes whenever he likes. Finally, let him know about your job as my shoe shine boy, and beg him for the same opportunity to serve him. I think the 2 of you are really going to hit it off.”

“I can’t do that. I thought it was just going to be you. It’s not fair. Josh doesn’t have anything to do with this. Please don’t make me do it. I’m begging you. Please.”

“You will do it. I would do it myself, but you deserve the humiliation. It’s going to be excruciatingly embarrassing for you. I can’t wait. He’s coming over on Friday for the talk. I won’t be here, but I will have cameras recording the whole thing to make sure you do and say everything exactly as I told you.”

“Why are you being so cruel?”

“I can’t help it. Dominating you is just really getting me hard. It’s like you were born to be my slave, and making you suffer fulfills me in a way I’ve never experienced before. Now get up here and suck my dick.”

With that, Steps removed his foot from in front of my face and spread his legs. He smiled as he pulled his dick out of his pants. I was still crying as I opened my mouth and leaned in. He put his hand on the back of my head and shoved his cock to the back of my throat. He wasn’t huge, but he was big enough that I had to struggle to accommodate him.

“That’s it cum dump. Cry for me. I want you to hate me. It makes it so much more fun that way. Yeah, choke on my cock you little slut. You know you like it. You live to please me now.”

He kept his hand on my head, but didn’t push down. He was just making sure his cock never left my mouth. I was definitely expected to do all the work. It didn’t last long though. After about 5 minutes, I felt him tense up. His dick started to pulse and then my mouth filled with his jizz. He pulled out a little to make sure I got a mouthful.

“Yes! That’s right cocksucker. There’s your prize. You eat that load. Slurp it down. Get a good taste. It’s your new favorite food.”

I swallowed his load like a good cocksucker, making sure I kept his dick in my mouth as it started to soften so I would get every last drop of cum. I was truly confused. I did hate him. He was torturing me with humiliation, but a part of me only wanted more. I was so fucking hot for him. I thought I probably would have cum when he did without even touching myself, but I couldn’t even get hard with that stupid cage on. I was so frustrated. I wondered if this was going to get easier or even more frustrating over the next few days. I sat down on the floor in front of him and looked up at his face.

“You’re forgetting something you stupid piece of shit.”

“…oh yeah. I’m sorry. Thank you for letting me suck your dick.”

“You’re welcome faggot. Now finish your beer. I’ll get you another.”

[whatiwouldgive]

One Master, Two Slaves

This is a work of fiction dedicated to AlphaDom_Master

The lock on my chastity cage was clanking against the metal as I walked back to Master’s apartment. He had taken me out to go to the ATM where he made me withdraw the rest of my hard earned cash, and I took a beating for whining as I watched my balance fall to zero. As we approached the door, he was tapping on his belt buckle, so I knew I was in for a world of pain. But, he didn’t take off his belt right away. Instead he took me to his dungeon. He had another fag bound with leather restraints suspended from the ceiling with chains.

“Sir. I thought I was your only slave.”

He laughed. “Hole, I have many fags begging to serve me. This one here I named Fucktard. And, unlike you, he is a good slave who knows how to serve without being such a fucking whore and whining about being cashraped. You should have thanked me for taking your fag cash. Instead, you will wear that chastity cage for 2 months!”

“But I did thank you Sir.”

He touched the spit that was drying on my face. “You only thanked me once I punched you to the ground Hole. You are lucky I let you step foot in my dungeon.” Then he slapped my face.

“Sir. I have never gone more than a couple of days without jerking off. I can’t take 2 months.”

The fag sounded like it was trying to say something through it’s cock gag. It started thrashing around, but it couldn’t move very much. Its ankles were strapped behind it, and ropes around its knees pulled its legs open. The only visible part was its fag penis sticking forward and leaking precum. There was a puddle on the ground below it.

Master laughed at me. “You don’t have a choice looser. I have the key. You better hope I don’t loose it.” Tears started to well up in the corners of my eyes. He looked blurry as he was picking out something from the shelf. “Get naked and bend over that saw horse. Pussy up fag.”

I obeyed. Master put something on my back and pulled off his belt. I was staring at his shiny black boots as he struck my ass with his belt buckle. I screamed, “Please don’t hurt me Sir. I promise I’ll be good.” Whack! Whack! The pain was excruciating. Whack! Whack! Whack! I was gripping the sides of the saw horse so hard I thought my hands would bleed.

“This is what you get for disappointing me faggot!” Whack! Each lash landed on the same spot on my ass. I began to cry from all the pain.

“Please Sir. Please stop.” But he didn’t stop. I must have gotten 20 more lashes from his belt, and then he moved to the other cheek. Whack! Whack! “Take your punishment fag hole.” Whack! “Cry for me.” Whack! “Keep that pussy up!” Whack! “Stupid Slut!” Whack! “What do you say fag?”

I was sobbing, but I managed to say, “Thank you for whipping my pussy Sir.”

He kicked my ankles apart and stood there looking at his handy work for a moment. “Yeah. I like my pussy nice and tender.” He grabbed the weighted steel ball stretcher I was wearing, took the riding crop from my back and began to smack my nuts with it.

“FUCK!!!!! Please Sir! I’m begging!”

Smack, Smack, Smack! I thought I was about to loose consciousness. It hurt so bad. He had to keep kicking my ankles apart as I tried to protect my balls.

“There.” He slapped my ass with his hand. “That looks about right. Let’s take a picture.” Master loved to post pictures and videos of me online. “You’ve got quite a lot of followers now Hole. People really like to see you suffer.”

He picked up a metal but plug from the table of instruments, hocked a loogie on it, and shoved it into my aching pussy. It hurt going in, but it made me feel full. If my ass wasn’t on fire, I would have said it actually felt good.

“Stand and face me fag.” I obeyed. Master put a leather collar on my neck that had metal hooks on each side. “Now crawl over to Fucktard and eat its hairy ass”

“But Sir…”

“Now!” He slapped my face and spit on me. “Yes Sir.” As I was crawling, Master kicked me in the nuts. “Get the fuck over there and eat that ass now!” I looked up at Fucktard’s ass as Master pulled a vibrating dildo out of it. “Fucktard was good so he gets a rim job. You were bad so you eat this faggot ass.” Master pulled it’s ass cheeks apart and I wedged my head between its heels and its ass hole. It tasted like sweat and shit. “Get that tongue in there.” The ass hole squeezed my tongue as I slid it in and out. I was humiliated! I had often fantasized about eating Master’s ass, but eating his fag gimp’s ass was not what I wanted at all.

Master grabbed Fucktard’s cock and started to stroke it. “Look at all that precum. I think Fucktard likes you eating its ass.” It started shaking and moaning. Master proceeded to edge it for 20 minutes before it finally shot ropes of cum all over Master’s boots. “Fuck! You got jizz all over my boots faggot.” He punched Fucktard in the gut. Slime shot out of its ass and into my mouth. It was nasty. “Get over here Hole. You wanted cum, so eat it off my boots.” I crawled to him and started licking the cum from his boots. “Clean them good my little bootlicker, and clean up all that precum too.” My cock was struggling in the cage. I was furious that Fucktard was getting all this attention, and I couldn’t even get a hardon.

Once his boots and the floor were clean, Master told me to stick my nose in Fucktard’s pubes and take a whiff. It obviously hadn’t showered before it was restrained. I continued to inhale as Master connected straps around Fucktard’s thighs to the hooks on my collar securing my face to its crotch. It was moist with jizz and sweat.

As Master tied my hands behind my back and secured my knees to a spreader, he told me that I was going to milk Fucktard for him. “Go on fag. Show me what a good cocksucker you are.” I used my tongue to get the slimy cock head into my mouth. “It looks like Fucktard has a few inches on you fag.” I was really getting irritated with Master.

He grabbed a short bungie cord, attached one end to my ball stretcher and the other to a hook on the floor. I knew I would be there for a while and my knees already hurt. I continued to lick and suck the cock as Master got out his electro-stimulus machine and connected it to the metal butt plug. He looked at his cell phone and pushed a button. A painful electric shock jolted into my ass. The cock in my mouth muffled my screams. I think Fucktard felt it too. It started jerking around.

“You are going to worship Fucktard’s cock and be Fucktard’s cumdump until I tell you to stop. I want you to milk that fag dry. And every time I see you slacking off, I’m going to shock you. I’m going to get some dinner and let you two boys continue to play, but the camera is on, and I am watching you.”

Just then the cock started shooting cum into my mouth. I pulled back as far as I could. The head slipped out of my mouth and continued to shoot all over my face. My face was nastier than a gay biker bar bathroom floor.

“What the fuck are you doing fag?” Zap!

“Please don’t leave me here like this Sir.” Zap!

He grabbed the cock and the back of my head. “Get that cock back in your hole fag!” He shoved it in my mouth and pushed my head forward. If it was still hard, it would have gone right down my throat. Fucktard was screaming into its cock gag. If its cock gets as sensitive as mine after I have an orgasm, I knew what it was feeling right about now. Talk about over stimulation. But, I was pissed at Fucktard too, so I rubbed my tongue on the underside of its shaft. It started jumping around trying to pull its pecker out of my mouth. I didn’t let go.

“That’s the spirit cocksucker. Show Fucktard a really good time. It earned it, and you earned a faggot shake for dinner. Now… I am hungry. Where did I put your credit card Hole?”

And then Master left me like that, worshiping that stranger’s cock. My jaw was hurting, so I started licking its balls. Zap! The electricity must have traveled through my pussy and tongue to Fucktard’s balls, because it immediately started to cum again. It was less than before, but it poured out onto my face. I was drenched in Fucktard’s jizz and all I could do was leak and keep sucking. I couldn’t believe Master turned me into Fucktard’s cumdump!

This went on for hours while Master enjoyed his dinner and drinks all at my expense. I didn’t think I could feel any more pathetic and low, but I knew Master would be drunk when he got home. That meant urinal duty. And I knew I would be drinking Fucktard’s piss too. I hated Fucktard so I sucked its cock even harder.

[whatiwouldgive]

The Price I Paid For Cheating on My Master

-This is a fictional story dedicated to AlphaDom_Master-

I couldn’t help if is a was curious by nature. My Master had already claimed me, but I continued to troll the findom websites looking for more. Nothing made me more excited than when a Dom messaged me and started to work me over. Every Dom is unique, and I wanted to know how every one of them would treat me and to learn what they do with their subs. I was just starting to explore my submissive side, so who could blame me right? It was all just a game after all, right?

Anyway, I started becoming addicted to it. I was spending all my money on tributes and gifts for Doms. Before I knew it, I was racking up quite a credit card debt. I just couldn’t believe these hot, straight, alpha guys were actually paying attention me… a total fag who, for my entire life, always had crushes on straight guys, jocks and bullies. There was something so freeing to give in and explore my submissive side. In the real world, I kept that side hidden, and wouldn’t ever dare to share what I shared what I shared with them. It was such a liberating feeling.

One day I was talking to my Master on Skype, and he asked if I was up for an in-person meeting. Hell, yes I was! I had never done a live, in-person session before and I was extremely eager. He said he felt like using me for the weekend. I felt like the luckiest fag in the world.

When I showed up at his door, I heard him yell, “Get in here hole, the door is open.” He, apparently was in the other room rummaging through a drawer for something. “Take off all your clothes and put them in the kitchen garbage.” This was going to be fun! I was always smitten with how strict he was.

When he came into the room, I was struck deaf, dumb and blind. He was much taller than I thought, and his presence was much more intimidating in person. He looked angry… SMACK! He back handed me across the face. I put my hand to my cheek in shock. And then… SMACK! He hit me again on the other cheek. He grabbed me by the neck and slammed me against the wall. He hocked a giant loogie in my face and stared into my eyes as if he were reading my thoughts. Suddenly, I wasn’t having fun anymore . In fact I was completely terrified of him.

“You are a pathetic excuse for a slave you piece of shit. You’ve been paying other Doms tributes haven’t you?” With a weak wheeze I admitted, “Yes Sir. I’m Sorry Sir. Please don’t hurt me.”

He kneed me in the balls and I fell to the ground in ball at his feet. He used his foot to push on my shoulder and roll me onto my back and then stepped on my exposed dick crushing it under his weight. He was wearing the really expensive Nike sneakers I had bought for him as a tribute. I impulsively grabbed his foot to try and relieve some of the pressure. He started twisting his foot, and said, “Get your slutty hands off me faggot. You are naked because I want access to every part of your inferior weak body. And, you will learn to take whatever I do to you” I obeyed and he stopped twisting. “This weekend you will know what true punishment feels like you cheating whore.” He spit in my face again. “Sir. I didn’t know that I couldn’t…” He started stomping on my aching dick with each word he yelled.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID COCKSUCKER!” Tears of pain and fear were pouring from my eyes. “How dare you beg me to take you as my slave and then go off and whore yourself to every Dom that looks at you… tributing my money to another Dom! You clearly weren’t sincere when you agreed to be my property. I don’t like liars, and I don’t share my things.” He took a moment to pause and take a deep breath to calm himself.

“You are very lucky I am a patient man (yeah right, I thought to myself). I’ve decided that I will keep you, but you are going to take your punishment, and we will start your training from the beginning fag whore. It will be very difficult and very painful, but I’m offering you the experience of real servitude. It is the opportunity of lifetime for a fag like you to experience the natural order. Right now, it’s your choice. But if you agree, you will have no choice anymore. At one time, this is what you begged me for, so tell me faggot… Is this what you really and truly want? Are you willing to forsake all others and devote yourself to my pleasure?”

I was laying there in pain with this majorly pissed off alpha Dom’s foot on my dick. I was suffering, I couldn’t deny my true nature. It is what I truly desired. This might be my only opportunity to truly experience being totally and completely dominated by a hot, straight alpha male of this caliber. Could I tell him no? He utterly terrified me, but he was offering the chance to live a fantasy I had dreamed of my whole life. I finally just surrendered with shame in my voice, “Yes Sir.”

He removed his foot and dropped something heavy onto the floor beside my head. I looked over and saw a chastity cage. “Put it on bitch. Now that I know what a horny slut you are, I’m taking your worthless fag dick away. Fags shouldn’t have dicks anyway.”

On one hand, I had always wanted to try cum control. But this Dom had turned out to be one twisted fucker. If I put that on, who knows when, or if, he would let me out. “Sir… I promise I won’t cum. Please don’t make me wear it.”

I was expecting to get another beating, but he just stood over me looking down with a cold, sadistic look in his eyes. “Well, I could cut it off, but I thought this might be less messy.” I immediately grabbed the cage and put it on. He opened his cell phone, pressed a button, and the lock activated.

“Now we’re going for a little walk. Get your pants, t-shirt and wallet out of the garbage.” Once we were outside, he turned his pocked inside out. He told me to hold onto it while we walk so everyone would know I was his fag bitch. We walked for a couple blocks until turning into a dark alley. He lead me to an old ATM covered in graffiti. “It’s time for you put out, cunt. Open your account and lets stretch that pussy.” I said, “Yes Sir”, inserted my check card and my banking information appeared on the screen. He seemed pleased. “Good cashfag.”

“Let see what draining 200 dollars feels like.” I withdrew the money and handed it to him. He put the money up to his nose and inhaled the scent. “Yeah homo, your fag cash smells so good.” Then he slapped me across the face. “Now 300.” I gave him the money, and could tell he was almost aroused with pleasure, but I got another slap in the face. “Damn, your pussy is hot tonight. 400!” I helplessly watched as the money drained from my account. I handed it over and got back another slap. “That’s right slut. I like it rough. And now my cash rod is deep in that pussy, and I’m going to finish you off with 500 dollars.” I handed over the cash. He was enjoying the weight of it in his hands. “Oh yeah fag, that feels so good.” And then he slapped my face 2 more time. “Why hell aren’t you thanking me slut? I just drained you good.”

“Thank you Sir. Thank you for stretching my pussy out and draining my fag cash Sir.” Then he punched me in the gut, dropping me to the ground. “That’s right hole. I think you’ve earned a reward.” He pulled out his alpha cock and started to piss all over me. He made sure I was completely drenched. “I’m marking you with my scent fag. Why the fuck aren’t you thanking me?”

“I’m sorry Sir. Thank you for pissing on me and marking me as your property Sir.”

“You need to be more respectful fag. I’m going to have to train you better.”

On the way back to his house, we stopped in front of a market so he could pick up some food. “Give me your credit card and sit fag. You can’t come in here with me. And don’t even think about running off, because that cage has GPS.”

When we got back to his house, I put my clothes back in the garbage and plated his meal while he picked out something to watch on TV. He made me get on hands and knees and then placed his plate on my back to eat. I was in a lot of pain, so I was struggling so hard to remain still that I was sweating. I just lowered my head and stared at his Nikes trying to focus. “You hungry fag?” “Yes Sir. May I please eat?” He scooped up the remaining food from his plate and shoved it into his mouth, starting chewing and then spit it out on the floor in front of me. Then he hocked a loogie into it. After I cleared his plate, I returned to the floor to eat, but right as I was leaning in, he stomped it with his Nikes and ground into an even bigger mess. He slipped off his sneakers and said, “Now that looks like faggot food to me.” After I thanked him, he recorded me licking my dinner from the floor and his shoes so he could post it online.

“Now let’s wash that down. I have to take a piss. And, you have been such a good hole in your training, I’ve decided to promote you to toilet. Congratulations fuck face. When you are here serving me, the only thing you may drink is my piss.”

“Thank you Sir. I am so honored to be your toilet Sir.” I got in position on my knees and opened my mouth. He positioned the head of his cock between my lips, and I got a whiff of his crotch. It smelled so fucking good, my dick started straining in my cage. I wanted to service that alpha cock so bad, I immediately started leaking. And then he released a torrent of piss directly into my face hole. It was coming so fast, I had to continuously chug without even pausing for a breath, so I wouldn’t spill any. It just coming and coming. He started to laugh while he watched me struggling to keep up. “Pathetic fag. You are getting off on this aren’t you? You like drinking a real man’s piss don’t you? I’m going to use you as a toilet every chance I get homo. And when my friends come over, you are going to drink their piss too. You are officially a human urinal now, and you are constantly going to have me and other real men pissing in you. You won’t ever be thirsty again.” And as his stream began to slow, he spit in my face. My stomach was so full of his piss, it felt bloated by the time he finished.

“Now I am going to meet some friends at the bar, so what should I do with you?” I laid on the floor while he gathered some things. I actually felt a little relieved that I was going get a break for a little while. It was fine if he tied me up. At least I would get some rest. “OK fag. On your back. Elbows bent, hands on your shoulders. Knees bent, heels to your ass.” I assumed the position as he pulled out some heavy duty plastic wrap. He wrapped it tightly around my arms and legs securing them in place. It was very effective. He had basically cut me off at the elbow and knees. “Now this should keep you busy.” He showed me a long plastic, beaded urethral sound. “Please no Sir! Please don’t put that in me! I promise I’ll be a good fag. I won’t make a sound. I’ll just lay here and think about everything I can do to please you…” He quickly removed his dirty socks and shoved them in my mouth to gag me. “You haven’t earned my trust back faggot. So this is what you get for being a cheating whore” He slid the sound through the opening of my cage, and pushed it into my piss slit. My scream was muffled by his socks, and I began to thrust around trying to get away. I felt his hand grip my balls. “Stop moving or this is going to get way more painful fag.” And then he continued to slowly work the sound into my dick.

I had never felt so violated. The sensation was totally new to me. I continued to scream and cry into his socks. I thought it couldn’t get any worse, until he pressed a button at the end of the sound and it began to vibrate. I started squirming around like a worm again. But, he wasn’t done yet. He shoved a big butt plug into my fag pussy and it started vibrating too. “And now for the final touch to make sure you think about me and only me while I’m away.” He picked up his dirty sneaker, shoved my face deep inside and secured it using the plastic wrap. He took some pics and a short video to post online, and then just stood and watched me for a minute so he could enjoy the sound of my muffled screams and watch me thrusting and wiggling around on the floor in agony. “Don’t worry fag I’ll be back… eventually, and then I will beat you.” He left me there, suffering, to go have fun with his friends.

I didn’t know what was worse – the pain or the pleasure. My cock was straining against the cage with no hope of release. And ,as my saliva saturated his socks, I tasted his feet more and more mixing with the taste of his piss. I had to breath through my nose, so every breath meant another giant whiff off his feet. After almost an hour of struggling, I finally exhausted myself completely. I was mad with lust, frustration and pain, and all I could do is lay there and suffer until he returned. I had know idea when that would be. He had mind-fucked me so hard, all I could thing was, “I hope he’s having a good time at the bar.” You better believe I would never cheat on him again after that.

-The End

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Sadistic Sabbatical - Part 2

-This is a purely fictional story dedicated to Alphadom_Master-

As I started to open my eyes, I could hear a door unlocking. And I smelled feet. Where was I? The first thing I saw was a dirty sneaker in front of my face. That would explain the smell… but what? Oh shit. The Sun was rising on my new reality… and I was confronted with an immediate overwhelming sense of dread. Those sneakers should be clean by now. It was my fag chore, and I failed. Apparently, I fell asleep after only cleaning 3 pairs of his shoes with my tongue. Fuck! I knew I was in for a world of pain. I gathered up the shoes I had finished cleaning and raced to meet him at the door.

When my Master entered the apartment, I knew I would be punished, but I still felt blessed with his Godly presence. I was determined to take my inevitable punishment in stride, and then worship him properly to prove my worth. He entered the room, and the rest of the world disappeared. The mere sight of him demanded my full attention. He was superior to me in every way, and I felt lucky to receive any attention he would give me (no matter how painful). Apparently one night’s sleep had cemented everything he told me yesterday. I was a hole, I was a urinal, I was a bootlicker, I was a cumdump, I was just an object now, all because of him. He totally exploited my submissive nature - took me to places I had only fantasized about before and showed me my place at his feet. I no longer wanted to escape from this place.

“Thank you Sir for letting me lick your shoes clean.” I dropped to my knees and carefully laid out his shoes on the floor before him for inspection. “Here are the first of them. Notice I even carefully loosed and arranged the laces to prepare them for your feet Sir.” He didn’t even bother to look at them. He just glanced at my mattress still covered with dirty shoes, and let out a sigh of disappointment. “Sir, I am so sorry. I fell asleep. I had traveled all day and then… well you know. It was just a regrettable accident. I promise I will have the rest clean for you as soon as possible. I promise it won’t happen again Sir.”

After a moment of silence, “Do you deserved to be punished for this disappointment, hole?”

I dropped my head. “If I disappoint you Master, I deserve to be punished Sir.” I started to open my mouth to beg him for leniency, but I gave up. I knew better than to expect any leniency from my Master.

He calmly walked over to a cabinet and opened it. I could tell he was carefully considering my punishment. He picked out a couple items and turned to me. “Bend over the arm of the couch you worthless fag.” I immediately obeyed. I presented my naked, sore battered ass in the air with my chest on the seat of the couch as soon as I could. Apparently the first tool he had chosen was and ankle spreader. A metal bar with metal manacles locked my legs open as far as they would go. The second tool he choose was a leather whip. He made sure I got a good look at it. He grabbed a dirty sock that was stuffed in one of the dirty sneakers laying on my mattress and shoved it in my mouth. “This will help to muffle your screams.”

He placed his foot between my shoulder blades, and applied his weight. Tears were already falling from my eyes as I gripped the couch cushions. I wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but I knew it would be painful. “I’m very disappointed in you, hole. This is going to hurt you way more than it hurts me.” And then he flung his whip and made contact with my ass hole… I mean pussy. He had called my ass a pussy yesterday, but It was clear he knew where the “sweet spot” was. I screamed into his dirty sock and started to shake, but his foot held me in place. The second strike managed to hit my balls and my pussy at the same time. I was screaming and thrashing as hard as I could, but he simply applied more weight to my back preventing any hope for escape. He whipped my pussy again, and again. I had never experience pain like that before. When he finished, he carefully put his tools back in their places, but I didn’t dare break position. I just pushed my face into the couch and tried to hide how hard I was crying. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face up. “Don’t ever hide your tears from me hole. Those tears are mine to enjoy.” He removed the sock, and I started sobbing. “I’m so sorry Master.” I got on my knees and hugged him around his waist. I continued to cry loudly pushing myself further into his waist as I continued to sob, “I’m so, so sorry Master. Please forgive me.”

He put his hand on my head, rubbed his fingers through my hair, and patiently waited for me to finish crying. “I forgive you hole. You just haven’t truly learned you place yet. As your alpha Master, I recognize you are trying, but you need more training. You are lucky I am so patient.” I looked pathetically up into his cold eyes and said, “Thank you Sir.”

“I came to feed you.” He pulled away and grabbed a couple bananas he brought with him off the counter. He dropped them onto the floor, hocked a loogie on them and smashed them under his shoes. He made mushy mess of them, and wasn’t shy about getting the mess on the trainers he was wearing. He slid off his dirty trainers, backed away from the mess and said, “breakfast is served, hole.” I was starving, so I raced over and hungerly started lapping up the mess from the floor and his shoes. “Thank you Sir.”

He looked down at me and told me to eat up and get back to work on my fag chores. There was a game on later, and he would be back to use me. “Let me give you something to wash that down with fag.” He picked up a large glass and filled it with warm alpha piss. “Enjoy.” He set the glass on the floor beside me. “Thank you Sir.” I chugged his piss. “Good boy. I will make a worthy hole of you yet.”

I had just finished licking the rest of his shoes clean when he returned. I greeted him at the door on my knees. “How may I serve you Master?” He kicked me in the gut several times and said, “Face down, pussy up faggot.” I groaned in pain and assumed the position. He shoved a finger in me sending pain shooting through my entire body. “How’s that pussy doing?” A second figure entered me. I couldn’t stop myself from screaming this time. “You’re pussy’s on fire fag. Still hot from that beating I gave you I see.” He pulled out.

“How would you like to service my cock, you pathetic slutty hole?” I scrambled to assume the position on my knees in front of him. “Yes Sir. God I want it bad Sir. Please Master. I’m so horny since you took my penis away. Please. I’m begging you Master. Please allow me to service your alpha cock. I need it Sir. I need it so bad. I’m desperate to suck your cock. Please Master, Please!” My little metal clit was leaking like crazy. He pulled his shorts down just enough to reveal the bulge in his underwear. “Take a whiff of a superior man’s cock.” Like a pervert, I put my nose in his crotch and inhaled deeply. The smell was pure masculine heaven. I couldn’t get enough.

“I haven’t showered, hole. You like sweaty, unwashed cock?”

“Yes Sir. It smells so good. I want to lick your cock and balls clean Sir. I want to taste it so bad. Please let me taste it Master.”

“Think about that fag while I take you for a little walk.” He threw some clothes on the ground. “But Sir, your cock?” I got a back-handed slap for that outburst. “Get dressed now!” I obeyed. The shorts he gave me were tight and clearly showed off my cage. A wet spot started to form from my leaking clit. Did he really expect me to go in public like this? “Don’t worry fag. We’re not going far.” He handed me my wallet. Once I was dressed and standing, he put his hand on the back of my neck and lead me out the door.

I kept my head down and walked close to him just behind his left shoulder. He was right. We didn’t go far. I followed him to an ATM just down the block from his building. “Are you still thinking about my cock faggot?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. Pull up your bank balance.” I obeyed. He looked at the screen. “Are you kidding me fag? You only have 500 dollars in your account?” I didn’t need to say anything. It was all there in front of him. “I want it all fag. Withdraw it all for me.” I obeyed. I handed him the entire contents of my bank account in cash. A slight smirk appeared on his face. He put his hand on the back of my neck like he was some sort of father figure. “The lesson you just learned is that whatever is yours is actually mine fag. When you drink another man’s piss and beg to suck his dick, that man owns you. Do you understand that you are my property now? Do you understand that I am going to take everything from you so that all you have left is me? You’re whole life is going to become so much more simple from now on. All you have to worry about is bringing me pleasure. You were begging to please me right? Well now, it’s your life’s purpose. It’s what you were begging for, and you got it fag. You should be so proud of yourself.”

I was so focused on what he was saying, I didn’t even remember the walk back to the apartment. Before I knew it I was naked again and on my knees in front of him again. Nothing seemed real. It was like I was in a trance. He had mind-fucked me so hard I was delirious.

“Hey! Faggot! Go get me a beer. Now!” I suddenly snapped back to this twisted reality. He was sitting on the couch watching a football match on the television. “Yes Sir.” I fetched him a beer a knelt down in front of him again waiting for my next command. He started to rub his crotch “Damn I’m feeling horny. OK faggot, it’s your lucky day. Sometimes I get this way after draining a cashfag.” He pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles and spread his knees apart to reveal the thing I wanted more than anything in the world – his amazing alpha cock! “Get between my legs now fag.” He put both his feet on the coffee table but kept his knees far enough apart for me to crawl under and get between them. When he dropped his feet back to the floor with his pants and underwear still around his ankles, I was trapped in place facing his cock.

“OK, fag time for your next lesson.” He gripped his hard cock with his hand. “You are the only fag here. So, you will keep your hands behind your back. You will quietly sit there and watch. I know all your slutty little cumdump instincts will be telling you to lean in and start sucking my dick, but unfortunately for you, I’m straight. I don’t need a fag to suck my dick. I’m just teaching you a lesson right now.” He was slowly stroking his perfect cock. I didn’t dare say a word. When his hand was at the base, he is would squeeze it. And then he pull on it as he stroked upward… again gripping a little tighter just below the head of that amazing dick until it was fully engorged and hard as a rock. And, it was just inches in front of my face. With my pathetic little sub penis locked away, all I could do was watch and try to imagine the pleasure of having a real cock like my Master’s.

“Oh yeah, this feels so good fag.” He wasn’t even looking at me. He spit into his hand and used it a lube. “Soak it all in homo. This is what a real man’s cock looks like. I know you can smell it from there, so take a whiff and watch a real man enjoy himself.” I was almost in tears as precum dripped from my worthless little clit. He began to stroke faster, and continued to relentlessly taunt me. Why wouldn’t he let me suck it? This was just pure, sadistic cruelty. He wouldn’t be the first straight man to use a fag for a blow job. I was right there and more than willing. As he got closer and closer to climax, I strained my neck to get closer hoping that he might chose to cum on my face or in my mouth. “So sad you can’t feel how amazing this feels faggot. Damn, it feels so good. I just love jerking off after draining subs like you. Too bad you don’t have a penis anymore.” And then he finally came, but not on me though. Instead, he cupped his hand around the head of his cock as he climaxed, collecting as much jizz in his hand as he could. “Oh fuck yeah. That feels so… uh… yeah… uh.. oh yes! Oh fag, I bet you wish you could feel what I’m feeling right now.”

I watched pathetically as he started to relax from his high. I was leaking so much there was a puddle on the floor. He just laid back and took a few deep breaths before addressing me. “Ok you slutty little fag. I’ve got a handful of jizz now. Do you want it?”

“Please let me have it Master. I’m your hole, you turned me into a cumdump. Please let me swallow your jizz Sir. I’ll do anything to eat your load Master.”

He looked down at me with an evil look in his eyes. “Who said anything about eating it? I would much rather see you snort it up your fag nose where it will burn and linger so that you can enjoy it longer.” I looked down at the sea of cum in his hand. “What the fuck are you waiting for faggot?” Fuck me! Every time I thought I couldn’t sink any lower, this man proved me wrong. I thought all my dignity had been stripped already but, again, I was wrong. So, I pressed one nostril and began to snort his jizz like I was a crack addict. I alternated nostrils until I had snorted as much as I possibly could. And when I was done, he wiped his hand clean on my face and in my hair. All I could smell was his jizz, and I quickly started to taste it as it dripped down the back of my throat. I kept sniffling to keep it from dripping out of my nose. My eyes were watering as I choked, and the jizz I had just ingested filled my mouth so I got another good taste of it before swallowing back down again. As painful and humiliating as it was, I couldn’t deny that I actually enjoyed the smell and taste of his cum.

And, thankfully, I had finally pleased him. He was chuckling as he pulled his pants up and told me to get him another beer. I would spend the rest of the night on hands and knees as his footrest, only getting up if ordered to get him anther beer. He didn’t even piss in my mouth hole, because he didn’t want to wash away the smell or taste of his jizz from my palate.

-To be continued. Very excited to reveal that part 3 will be a special chapter focused on the question: “What would AlphaDom_Master do with two naked subs begging for his attention at the same time?”-

[whatiwouldgive]

Sadistic Sabbatical

-This is a purely fictional story dedicated to Alphadom_Master-

I had a sabbatical from work and I decided to make the most of it. I had never been to Europe, so I treated myself to a whole month in a beautiful Airbnb in Spain all by myself so I could immerse myself in the culture. However, things didn’t go quite as I anticipated. I thought I had hit the jackpot when I showed up to the “condo” because the owner was waiting for me to let me in, and he was fucking hot. To top it off, his accent made me weak in the knees. I couldn’t help but think that I would be spending my first night in Spain inside - wanking off while fanaticizing about this amazing specimen of a man. Then, things got a little strange.

When we entered the condo, it definitely wasn’t the same place I had picked out online. This place was a total dump. There were no windows, it was really small, and it looked like it had never been cleaned. I dropped my luggage in disbelief and slowly turned to face my new landlord. I was shocked. All I could say was, “Are you kidding me?” His face didn’t register any emotion. He just looked me in the eye and said, “I don’t let faggots stay in the condo you saw online. Faggots stay here.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I protested, “First of all, I don’t appreciate being called a faggot. Secondly, I don’t think I ever mentioned my sexual identity or what that even has to do with anything. I’m not staying here.” He still showed no emotion at all. “I know a faggot when I see one, and this is where I keep the faggots.” I grabbed my luggage and started to walk out, but I didn’t get far.

I took a fist to the gut. And as I bent forward in pain, his knee made contact with my face knocking me to the floor. My brain was struggling to make sense of what was happening. I had never even been in a fight before, so I had no idea how to handle this situation. I could only raise my head high enough to see his feet, and because I had the breath knocked out of me, I couldn’t even speak. “Take off your clothes and put them with your luggage faggot, I’ll get rid of all that for you.” I felt paralyzed until he raised his voice for the first time. “NOW FAGGOT! Are you deaf?” I didn’t want to get more of a beating, so I did as I was told. I was still to weak to stand, but I took off all my clothes and tossed them on top of my luggage. I heard a chuckle before Master said, “You have such a tiny little penis. You definitely aren’t a man, so you won’t be needing that worthless thing anymore. I will take it from you.” I heard the sound of metal hitting the floor beside me. I looked over and saw the smallest metal chastity cage I had ever seen. The padlock was bigger than the actual cage and I shivered when I saw it also included a long urethral insert. Without thinking, I said, “no, no way.” Master proceeded to grab me by the neck and throw me face down on the coffee table. I heard him rip off his belt which he used to repeated whip my bare ass, and he didn’t hold back. I gripped the sides of the coffee table as the sharp pain seared through my body.

“How dare you tell me no you worthless cocksucker.” Slap! “Faggots exist to obey real alpha men.” Slap! “You are nothing but a piece of shit.” Slap! “You belong on your knees begging to please me.” Slap! “Instead, you come to my condo and disrespect me?” Slap! I was in so much pain and shock at that point, I couldn’t hold back. I began to cry… no I would say sob is the more accurate word. I tried to just stay quiet but I couldn’t stop myself from sobbing out loud.

I heard a sadistic chuckle. “Oh, look. The weakling faggot is crying for me now.” Slap! “That’s a good faggot. I love to make little piss ant homos cry for me.” Smack! “Cry for Daddy you filthy bitch” Smack! “Daddy collects queer tears and keeps them in a jar.” Slap!  At that point I started yelling, “Please Sir. Oh God, please stop Sir. Please Sir. I’m so sorry. Please stop.” Slap!

“Are you going to be a good faggot and do as you’re told from now on?” Slap!

“Yes Sir. Just please just stop. I will do anything you want. Just please make it stop.” Slap!

“Are you going to trade in your tiny penis for the metal clit I gave you?” Slap!

“Yes Sir. I’m so sorry Sir. I should have obeyed you and put on the cage. You are right. I don’t deserve my tiny dick. I will let you take my penis away because I don’t deserve it. Please just stop beating me Sir and I will put on the cage like you told me to. Please Sir. Please. Please.” Slap!

“OK faggot. I’m tired of whipping your ass anyway. I will take away your penis and put it in the jar with your queer tears, If you promise that you have learned your lesson on faggot obedience.”

I raised to the cruel looking chastity device to put it on. “I promise Sir. Thank you for teaching me my lesson. I promise to be a better faggot from now on.” I put it on as fast as I could and then collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion and pain.

Master put his belt back on, sat down on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. He had on a pair of old dirty sneakers.

“Show me your obedience and crawl over here and lick the dirt off the bottom of my shoes while I explain something to you homo runt.” Of course, I did as he ordered even though it took every ounce of strength I had left. And then a sad truth washed over me as I began to lick the dirt from soles of his sneakers. I had a foot fetish. I had masturbated while fantasizing about licking a hot guy’s shoes clean a hundred times before, but I was too ashamed to ever admit it to a man who might possibly let me realize that fantasy. Lusting over such a thing made me feel like a pervert, so it was a part of me I hid from the world. But, as my dick hopelessly strained to harden against the heavy steel cage, I couldn’t deny the gratitude I started to feel for the man who was now dominating me, because deep-down I wanted it. I certainly didn’t want the beating I had received, but for the first time in my life, I was actually acting out my submissive nature and worshiping a real man’s feet. It was a total mind fuck. I couldn’t comprehend how I could simultaneously be so terrified by this cruel alpha bully who just beat the shit out of me and yet still feel like I should thank him for the pleasure of cleaning his shoes with my tongue. Maybe I was a perverted little faggot just as my new Master said?

He asked me if I knew what a faggot with no penis was, but before I could say, “no”, he said, “…a cumdump. You see, the only pleasure a cumdump gets is from servicing real men, because a cumdump isn’t a man at all. Without a penis, the only cock, cum and pleasure a cumdump can get is from servicing real men who use it’s fuck holes. But, I think you already know all this because, now that I just turned you into a cumdump, I think it’s what you know you were born to be.” I continued to lick. “So hole, now that I gave you this gift, I just have to wonder why I haven’t heard you thank me yet.”

Holy shit. My new “clit” was leaking like a faucet. Was I really getting this turned on from being dominated? “I am so sorry Sir. I cannot thank you enough for taking away my worthless little penis and turning me into a cumdump Sir. Thank you for teaching me my place Sir.” I immediately went back to licking, and he pushed his foot against my mouth. He then started moving his sneaker up and down basically using my tongue like a doormat. “That’s better. I will train you to you to be more grateful and how to thank an alpha man properly hole.”

“It pleases me watching you enjoy my dirty shoes pervert. Do they taste good foot slut?” I nodded the best I could and tried to say, “Yes Sir.” But, it sounded like muffled slobbery nonsense with my tongue smashed against his foot. “What’s that fag? I can’t understand you. Another way you can show me gratitude is by showing me how turned on I make you. I already know your type, so you don’t have to pretend you don’t enjoy being dominated. I know you like it, and it amuses me to hear you moan in ecstasy and see you wiggle around and finger your pussy like the slut you are.” I got the point and let the real me show. I started licking side to side so, as he moved his foot up and down, I got to fully taste the entire sole of his shoe heal to toe. I began to moan like a cat in heat as I shoved my middle finger into my ass. I wanted a sexual release so bad, but without any hope of an orgasm, all I could do was thrust my hips back and forth as if I was trying to desperately hump the air in front of me. “That’s right slut. I know you crave me. I know you live to be dominated and abused by alpha men. It makes me happy to make a bitch moan, but from now on, because you are a fag, you will need to beg to worship my feet like this, right?” I nodded and moaned louder. “And, because I am your landlord, I will need to charge you an extra 40 euros for each pair of shoes I let you clean with your tongue, right?” I nodded again and made a noise that was meant to say, “yes Sir.” “I left a couple pair of shoes on your mattress that you will clean tonight. They better look like new when you return them and thank me properly tomorrow.” It sounded like a drooling mess when I tried to say, “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.” That’s when I finally noticed the mattress on the floor in the corner of the room. Of course it was covered with what looked like 10 pair of shoes.

He stood up, looked down at me, and hocked a large loogie onto my face. “Thank you for spitting in my face Sir.”

“How bad do you want my cock fag?” I was naked in a chastity belt on my knees in pain with whip marks all over my ass. Looking up into his cold eyes and stern face made me feel both fear of him, and desire for him. The mixture of those two feelings at the same time was something I had never experienced. Of course he knew I wanted his cock, but I knew I was still going to have to beg for it like whore. “Oh my God Sir, your cock is what I desire most in this world. I’m your cumdump, and I’m ready to serve. Please Sir, l want it so bad. I need it. Please let taste your alpha meat.” Apparently my plea worked. He unzipped his pants, and pulled out the most amazing cock I had ever seen… not that I had actually seen that many in person. I had only ever slept with 5 men before, so I really wasn’t a slut. But the yearning I was feeling for this straight alpha man who just wanted to use me for his own amusement definitely made me feel like a slut. I grabbed his dick and shoved it into my mouth determined to give him pleasure.

I was rewarded with a powerful back-handed slap in the face that knocked me to his feet. “What the fuck are doing faggot? I didn’t give you permission to suck my dick you stupid whore.” He proceeded to kick me twice in the gut. “Don’t you ever approach an alpha man like that, do you hear me faggot?” I managed to catch enough breath to  weakly reply, “Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir.” “I’m not here for your pleasure bitch, and you have not earned a reward like that you piece of shit. You don’t even want it bad enough.”

“But Sir, I do want it bad. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny. You made me your cumdump, and then pulled out your cock, so I assumed…” And, then his sneaker was in my face again. This time, he was just standing on my face holding it tightly to the floor.

“Shut the fuck up! You are very lucky I am so patient. You just might be the most stupid fag ever. You obviously don’t know how to submit properly to alpha men, so I am going to have to train you. You see, you just think you want to suck my cock. You think you want it bad. But I don’t intend to fuck your face until you really want it so bad you would do anything for it. Without a penis of your own, your desire to please my cock will only grow more powerful. You will learn what it means to really want cock. You will grow mad with lust. The more desperate you are, the more pleasure I can get from your mouth. I’m not going to waste my time with some half-assed blow job an hour after taking your penis away from you.”

He released my head from the floor. “I just got my cock out because I need to take a piss dumbass.” I had never felt more stupid and worthless. Tears were falling from my eyes. “Have you ever tasted another man’s piss?” “No Sir.”

“Good to hear. I like the idea that, for the rest of your miserable life, you will always remember me every time you drink piss from now on. Now, get on your knees and open your mouth so I can use you like a toilet.” I had just gotten into position when he let it flow. The taste was salty, bitter and unlike anything I had ever tasted before. It was actually kind of gross, but I swallowed it all feeling lucky that I got to be just a couple inches away from Master’s glorious cock. If I couldn’t have his cum, at least I got his piss. He shook off the last drops onto my face, then tucked his dick back in his pants.

“Thank you for letting me drink your piss Sir. I am grateful to be your urinal.” He laughed at me. “You are no urinal. You are just a hole. If you want me to turn you into a real urinal, it will cost you 800 euros.” I was confused, but agreed to pay him. “A urinal doesn’t just get occasionally pissed on by one man. A urinal is a public toilet that gets used all day everyday by an endless line of men. Follow me into the bathroom hole.” “Yes Sir.” What he showed me had me even more confused. There was a sewage pipe coming down from the ceiling. It connected to a very large transparent plastic tank sitting on the floor of the bathroom. It was halfway full of urine. “There is a gym upstairs, and one of the urinals in the locker room stopped working. Since I own the building, I was going to have to pay to get it fixed. It was much cheaper to just run the sewage line to here. However, this tank obviously needs to be emptied or it will overflow into the urinal upstairs. You will empty it from now on. Lay down on your stomach.” “Yes Sir.” Once I was on the floor, I saw the dildo sticking out of the bottom of the tank. “Suck it bitch.” ”Yes Sir.” I cupped the dildo with my mouth and sucked as I was ordered. Piss came shooting out of the dildo into my mouth. Apparently, to empty the tank I had to apply suction to the dildo and drink the all the piss. I continued to suck and drink to show Master that I understood how it worked. The problem was, there were gallons of piss in the tank. He couldn’t possibly expect me to drink all of it. “Now you can practice sucking cock and help with my little sewage problem at the same time whenever I’m not using you. Congratulations hole. You are now a urinal.” I didn’t want to appear ungrateful, so I continued to drink as he talked.

“Pathetic weak little homo. You were obviously born to serve alpha men. I can’t believe you aren’t someone’s full-time slave already. It only took an hour to turn your sub ass into a cumdump, bootlicker and urinal. We are going to have so much more fun, but I have to go now. I think you have enough fag work to keep you busy. You should also have time to think about how you can please me better.”

He turned and left me on the floor. When I heard the door shut, I decided it was time to make a break for freedom. However, I was in so much pain it hurt to move. When I finally made it to the door I couldn’t open it. He had locked it from the outside. I was trapped! I worked my way over to the mattress and fell into the pile of shoes. I was defeated and terrified. Without even thinking, I grabbed the closest shoe and began licking as if it is what I was programed to do.