With one last sweep of my tongue, I lap up the rest of my forced ejaculation knowing that I ate it willingly in front of two men who I have submitted to and who I will continue to perform for as long as they choose and desire. As the plate is taken away, I take a deep breath. I have learned that I must obey them, so I remain on all fours, naked, helpless, and vulnerable, preparing myself to endure whatever they decide to do. I think to myself: several men have dominated and controlled me since my abduction, each with his own sadistic needs. Of late my protests have weakened either from the intense pressure and pain, or from a deeper, darker need in me that the men have uncovered. And despite the humiliation of having to kneel between Master Nick's legs and bring him to orgasm, my own cock became so hard and sensitive that I came. What am I experiencing here? Would I escape from these men if the opportunity arose, or have I succumbed to the point where I am there slave now and ready to do anything they want?
My thoughts are soon interrupted by the slovenly Master Nick, whose panting belly has settled down and his fat, cock and hairy balls hang limp and spent between his hairy, sweaty legs. He struggles to his barrel legs and pats the top of my head. "Eric's got himself a real cock sucker. I hope he keeps you around so I can come back and face fuck you many more times. He's all yours James. I got to get the fuck out of here."
As soon as Master Nick leaves the room, I am left facing an empty chair with Master James sitting behind me; he says, "Turn around and face me CUNT." Without hesitation, I immediately crawl into position, every movement reminding me of my status. The humbler is a devious device that keeps me on my knees where I will remain until Master James decides I have learned my lesson never to get up off the floor unless ordered.
Master James looks down at me, and I steel several glances at him. Without moving my head too much, I can see the inside of his powerful legs that meet at his shaved balls and large, erect cock sticking straight out from a small patch of brown hair just below his formidable, tan, abdominal muscles. He dwarfs my slight, lightly muscled build and pale body. My cock is no match for his, so it is easy to feel his dominance and control. Even if I struggle against him, he would easily defeat me. Once again, my mind slips back into thinking about those dark desires that are seemingly getting stronger. Will I actually become willingly subservient to him? Will I enthusiastically perform for him and satisfy his needs. Will I take his hard, straight cock in my hands, slide my tongue over his shaft to feel his engorged blood veins ripple by? Will I gladly cover his arrow shaped corona and swirl my tongue around and around to feel its girth? Will I hungrily plunge his cock, deep into my mouth and down my throat in order to give him the best blow job that he has ever had? Will I bring him to orgasm and eat every drop of his semen, all the while thanking him for the privilege to serve him? YES! YES!
He stands and walks behind me. "You won't have to wear this fucking thing any longer. I've got better things to do than keep you on you knees and afraid of tearing off your balls." He inserts the key into the humbler and released the lock. The relief is instantaneous, and I feel a stirring between my legs when he reaches down and massages my cock and balls. I groan pleasantly for him and spread my legs wider apart. He in turn grabs my shaft and slides the flesh up and down a few times until he feels me getting erect. Before I came fully enjoy his attention, he stops and picks up soft, black cord, ties a slip knot in the end and slides it over my genitals. When he cinches it up, I can feel his control once more. With the cord in place, he can easily lead me about by pulling on my cock and balls. "Stay where you are, CUNT; I'm not finished yet." While I kneel naked and looped, he goes over to a table and returns with more black cords. This time he takes the shorter on and slides it over my head and around my neck. "This is a choker collar. If you struggle against it, it only gets tighter." I say quietly, "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." "No need to talk CUNT. Just do what I say."
Taking the longer, thicker cord, he attaches it to the ring on the collar. I realize now that it is a dog leash and collar. Perfect for a kneeling, crawling, naked slave boy cunt. Dropping the leash on my back he orders me to stand up. "On you feet with your hands behind your head and your legs spread, CUNT! NOW!" I lunge quickly get into position with my eyes downcast waiting his next command. With my finger locked behind my head and my feet spread wide, the leash hangs from the collar and down my back, and the cord dangles between my legs. I am prepared for his inspection.
"Look at me CUNT! I am superior to you both physically and mentally. You are skinny and weak. Although you think you have a cock and balls like me, you are mistaken. Your cock is useless and pathetically small. Your balls look like two shriveled walnuts. You have no chest hair and are flat-chested like a little girl. YOU REALLY ARE A CUNT! A SKINNY LITTLE CUNT!"
Slapping me across the face, he sticks his face right up to mine and yells, "MAYBE I OUGHT TO TIE YOU UP AND KICK YOUR ASS OUT IN THE COLD UNTIL ERIC RETURNS!" How about it CUNT? Should I kick you out? ANSWER ME! YOU FUCK!"
I plead with him, "Sir, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything you want. Please Sir. Please!"
Shaking his head up and down as he struts around me with his hands on his hips, Then he says, "Okay, CUNT. I'll give you one more chance to prove to me that you are worthy to be my slave and my servant; I expect you to follow my directions quickly and without hesitation. You are to keep your fucking mouth shut, no matter what I tell you to do or no matter what I do to you. One mistake and you'll be punished so severely that you'll wish you were dead."
As I watch him closely, Sir James walks over to the table again and picks up a chain with two clamps attached. Grabbing my left nipple, he pinches it between his thumb and fore finger and pulls it out from my body. When he releases the clamp, and it bites into my tender nipple, I can't help but gasp from the pain. My reaction is met with a stinging slap to my face. "I told you to shut the fuck up, CUNT! You're pissing me off, so don't do it again." I blink in acknowledgment.
Taking my right nipple between his fingers, he pinches it even harder and pulls it away from my skinny chest. The clamp sends a current of pain to my brain, but I remain quiet, simply gritting my teeth. Then Sir James gives the chain a tug, tightening the clamps even more. "These are special clamps. The Japanese really know what they were doing when they made these. The harder I pull, the tighter they bite. Be careful, CUNT!" Once again, I blink in acknowledgment of his control and authority.
"Now, do I have your attention?" I look directly into his eyes and nod. My own eyes are wide open and tearing up. "Good! You're going to show me how much you respect me, and in turn, how to properly worship me. First of all, you can lower your arms and relax. You can move around as much as you need to as long as you do what I tell you."
Raising his arms and putting his hands behind his head, he stands in front of me, taller, larger, and more imposing than me. "Do my pecs, CUNT! Use you tongue and lips, and pay a lot of attention to my nipples. I like it when they're hard. Get to work!"
I sigh deeply and move close to him. Because he is at least five inches taller than me, all I have to do is lean forward with my mouth open until I touch his chest. I moan quietly as I lick his right pectoral muscle and nipple with my tongue flattened. As I move my head up and down, and back and forth, I can feel his heart beating, and I can see his chest moving as he breathes. I suck in his nipple and flick it with the tip of my tongue feeling it hardened and jut outward. When he is satisfied with my tongue worship, he says, "Move to the other side, CUNT."
I open my mouth as wide as I can and flatten my tongue as I slide it across his chest smelling and tasting his masculine physique. As I move my mouth around wetting his bulging muscles and erect nipples, I realize that a few days ago, I would have felt humiliated doing this. But here I stand, obediently licking and tonguing another man's chest and nipples. Now I want to satisfy him. I purse my lips, draw his nipple between them and flick it with my tongue, all the while moaning in pleasure. What is happening?
Drawing me back to reality, Sir James says, "Stop, CUNT! Do my armpits. See what a real man is like. Lick!" He has taken me by surprise. I thought he would make me kneel and give him a blow job. I don't want to do this, but at least humiliation doesn't hurt. I lick his left armpit, tasting the musky sweat deep in the furrow. After more than a minute, I move my mouth over to his right armpit and lick up the sweat, all the while wanting to end this.
Sensing my reluctance, he puts me in a head lock, grabs the leash, and jerks it downward, forcing me to my knees. Pulling the choker collar tight, he grabs my jaw and glares into my eyes, "If you don't like to lick my armpits, CUNT, you must want to do my ass."
Picking up the balls cord, he holds it and the leash in one hand, turns his back to me, and bends over shoving his ass right up to my face. "Get to work, CUNT!"
My previous thoughts of wanting to please him rush from mind and sheet disgust and humiliation flow over me. With only seconds left to respond, I think, "I can't do this. I can't." A heel kick to my balls and a jerk on my leash reminds me of what I am expected to do. I fight through the pain in my groin as I place my hands on either side of his hips and lean forward with my eyes closed, like not seeing what I am doing will somehow make it easier. I make long swipes with my tongue on each buttock, licking the same areas over and over, trying to avoid, for as long as I can, the separation leading to his anus.
He screams at me angrily, "QUIT FUCKING AROUND, CUNT! GET YOU TONGUE IN THERE AND LICK!" Letting out a deep, guttural groan, I plunge my face between his ass cheeks and lick the length of his crack. With my mouth buried in his ass, he jerks harder on the leash, pulling the choker so tightly that he keeps my face right where he wants me, and makes me fight for air as I lather his ass. The taste, the smell, and the lack of air are taking their toll on me. I work my tongue as hard as I can, but as I am losing strength. I think, "Please let me stop; please!" With one last jerk on the leash, I lick as fast as I can until he releases his hold on me. I immediately drop to all fours on the floor, forehead touching, breathing heavily, and completely spent.
Whirling around, he grabs my hair, jerking my head backward so he can glare menacingly at me. I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO STOP, CUNT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU." I don't say anything or make a move. I look at him, hoping he will show me some mercy. Instead he slaps me across the face and sits down in his chair. "You're not done, CUNT! You haven't done my feet. Lay on your back with your head by the chair. As dejected and humiliated as I am, I roll over to my back and slide myself to the foot of the chair. Sir James stands and turns around straddling my chest. Lifting his right foot he positions it above my face and says, "Use your tongue, CUNT, and don't stop until I tell you." First I lick his heel and then his arch. Angling his toes towards my mouth, he says, "Open wide." When I do, he sticks his toes in my mouth and tells me to suck them. I do as he says until he gags me. Then he pulls his toes out of my mouth and orders me to suck on his big toe. I suck his toe as I would his cock.
When pulls his foot away and stands over me, he says, "What have to you got to say now, CUNT!" My breathing is labored, but I say, "Thank you, Sir. Thank you for letting me worship you body, Sir."
He stops me there sticking his left foot on my face. I know what he wants, so I open my mouth, and he fills it with his toes. I lather them as best I can until he pulls them out and orders me to suck his big toe again. By now I am moaning and grunting from having to bathe his feet. As soon as he is satisfied with me, he pulls out and straddles me again. Picking up the leash and the balls cord, he says, "Get on all fours and follow me. I obediently crawl behind. He leads me through the kitchen and out the back door and on to a wooden deck. The coolness of the air makes me shiver as I look around. He points to the left and orders me to crawl up to the empty hot tub. "You won't need these any longer, so hold still while I take them off." Once the leash, collar, and balls cord are gone, he says, "Get in the tub and lay down on your back."
Crawling up two steps, I slide my body over the edge and position myself in the middle. Sir James crawls in behind me and straddles me once again. "In a few minutes, I going to fill this thing up and take a relaxing soak. You will serve me drinks and food that's waiting inside. Then you'll stand by to massage or wash me when I am ready. Understand?"
I do nothing but nod my head; my eye view is straight up between his muscular legs ending at his hanging cock and balls. Beyond them I see him staring down at me. Our eyes meet for a moment; then all of a sudden, a hot, stream of piss splashes on my face. "OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SLAVE AND SWALLOW." The stream is strong and steady, and I do my best to swallow all I can. The rest leaks out runs through my hair and down my neck.
When he is finished, my mouth wreaks with the smell and taste of his piss, and I lay in a puddle beneath my head. "Well, that felt good. You can get up now and wipe your face. But don't try to drink anything. I want you to remember what I taste like. When you're done, go inside and bring out the food."
I take a towel and wipe as much of his piss off me as I can, but the taste and smell lingers. When I go inside the house to pick up the food, I hear Sir James whistling as he fills the hot tub. He has left a note on the counter. It reads, "CUNT, since you are my servant maid, you should dress the part. There's a lacy apron, a pair of panties, and a pair of heels waiting for you. Put them on before you bring me the food and drink.
When I look down at the frilly, clothing, I shudder to think that now I have been ordered to perform like as his sissy maid. His imposing stature, physical strength, and dominating personality has already broken me down. Now he has taken my last shred of manhood in demanding that I wear female lingerie. I take a quick look around to see if he might have left some of his clothes lying around so that I could escape. Nothing is in plain sight, and I know I have only a few minutes to get dress and to serve him. So I resign myself once again, that I am his captive and that I am helpless.
Picking up the lacy, see-through panties, I step through one leg hole and then the other. As I pull them up my legs, I feel the coolness of the sheer fabric, which barely covers my crotch and my ass. Reaching for the lacy white apron, I slide the top part over my head so that the rest hangs on my chest and just below my cock and balls. I finish dressing by tying a frilly bow behind my back. Once I slip on the high heels, I am ready to become a maid and serve Sir James.
Balancing myself on the high heels, I gingerly step to the refrigerator to retrieve the food Sir James has prepared for himself. All the food is sealed in containers, and a bottle of wine is chilling beside them. I place everything on the serving tray, and carry it out onto the deck where Master James is sitting at a table. "Over here, CUNT. Hold on to the tray and bend over so I can reach everything.
In order for me to remain in position, I must bend over at the waist, keeping my legs straight and holding the tray out in front of me. The high heels make me stand so that my ass sticks out behind me draped in the white lacy bow. Sir James takes his time serving himself food and drink while he smiles at my predicament. Although the tray is not heavy, maintaining my uncomfortable position is stressful, and I find myself shifting my weight as I did when I rode the horse. "Come on, CUNT, we're just getting started. When I finish with this, I still going to soak in the tub. It's almost filled with nice, hot, steamy water to soothe my body and my mind. When the last of his food is gone, Sir James stand, takes his wine glass, and settles into the hot tub, letting go with a deep sigh of contentment. He ignores me for several minutes as he sips from his glass, leaving me to suffer under the increasingly position.
"Okay, CUNT, take the tray back into the house and then get you ass back out here." I take the tray to the door holding it in one hand while I grab the handle with the other. Being a bit unsteady, I almost drop the whole tray on the porch. Sir James warns me, "If you fuck up CUNT, you're going to pay."
Once inside, I laid the tray down and immediately report back to Sir James. "Since you are such a weak and skinny little bitch, I think you need to exercise. I'll make you strong and tough as nails so you'll be prepared for whatever I want from you. Right now you will keep your little outfit on because you a still a soft pussy and not worthy enough to be my slave."
Here I stand naked except a pair of see-through panties, a lacy white apron, and black high heels, looking like sub-tranny ready take all the punishment and abuse a Master wants to mete out. "This is what you are to do. Start with five jumping jacks. I want to see your frilly little apron bounce around. Then drop to your knees, throw your legs back and give me ten push-ups. When you're done with the first round, start all over again and keep going until I tell you to stop. Do it, CUNT!"
I feel so awkward and ashamed that I have succumbed to all of these me and let myself be humiliated by them. I take a deep breath, look down at my lacy outfit and start jumping unsteadily in my high heels. One...two...three...four...five. Dropping to my knees and throwing my legs back, I start doing the ordered push-ups. The first few are easy, but I struggle to complete the last three. I have been weakened by all the ordeals I have been put through. I am thirsty and hungry, but I don't dare stop. With my chest heaving with exhaustion, I start all over with the jumping jacks, then the ten push-ups. Sir James seems unconcerned, and pays no attention to me. So, I go to the third set, more fatigued than ever. I completed the jumping, but when I got through with three push-ups, I collapse on the deck. My legs are burning and I can barely breathe. I tell myself, "I don't care. Let him beat me or do whatever he wants. I can't do anymore."
"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING WEAK, CUNT! If that's all you can do, you'll stay dressed like the pussy bitch you are from now on. Now get your ass over here." I crawl to the side of the hot tub as he glares down at me. "Kick off your shoes and take off your apron. I don't want them ruined. Leave your panties on and climb into the tub."
I do as he says, untying the bow and laying the apron aside while I step out of the heels and put them next to the tub. When I climb into the tub he orders me to sit across from him and to relax. This is the first time in a long time that I haven't been made to do anything but relax. I am both relieved and apprehensive because of all that I have endured since being abducted. Looking me straight in the eye, he says, "I'm not into all this physical abuse like some of the other guys. When I get a cunt like you to use, the first things he learns are that I am superior to him, and that he is not to question or hesitate to follow my orders. I expect him to learn very quickly that he is here for my pleasure, not his, no matter how submissive his desires are and how much he craves being controlled. So you understand me, CUNT?"
"Yes, Sir James, I do." "Okay, CUNT, so why are you here?" "Sir James, I was given to you by Master Eric because I had not learned how to properly obey him. Sir, you brought me here to train me and to serve as your personal slave." "Are you a submissive male, or are you are you performing because you don't want to be punished and in hopes that we'll let you go?" "Sir, since my abduction, I have been put through many ordeals, tortures, and punishments. Early on, I was in complete despair and wanted nothing more that to escape. I was humiliated and ashamed that I, although forced, would perform and submit to these men. Many of the acts were demeaning, painful, and sadistic, and I was relieved when each one ended. But as time moved on, my body and mind began to respond. Physically, I began to feel the urge to respond positively to the men. My cock got hard, and I began to perform more enthusiastically in hopes of being allowed to have an orgasm." Leaning forward toward me he says, "And how do I make you feel, CUNT?" "Sir, at this point, I am afraid. I feel very submissive in your presence, and I you're your physical and mental control when you touch me or give me orders." "Are you attracted to me, CUNT?" "Sir, not to you, only to your power." "Then why did you allow yourself to mouth and lick me? You weren't tied up or being tortured. You did it willingly. You must be attracted to men!" "Sir, please try to understand that prior to be abducted, I had never touched a man in a sexual way. But then, when I was taken against my will, I felt helpless and vulnerable. I did what I did to survive. No mater what they forced on me, I did." "So, how do you feel now? You are sitting across from me, naked and wearing a pair of female panties. Are you a submissive?" "Sir, as long as I am under your control, I feel submissive to you." "They you are willing to do whatever I want. Is that correct?" "Sir, yes Sir." "That's just what I wanted to hear. I have made arrangements with Master Eric, and he has decided to turn you over to me. You are now my property. I am your new Master, and I will train you to be the kind of slave that I need. I am finished soaking, so get out of the tub, get the towels, and get ready to rub me down."
As I kneel on the floor of the deck holding the towels, Sir James exits the tub and stands above me, dripping wet. When I look up at him, he nods giving me permission to strand. I take the large, white bath towels and dry his strong, muscular body. When I am finished, he sits down on the chaise lounge and orders me to kneel between his legs. "Look at me. Before I start training you, CUNT, I'm going to give you a chance to worship my cock and balls. You have stared and stared at them, so now you'll get the chance to be my cock sucker. Start licking!"
To be continue...
I would like to give Sir Richard a special thanks for responding to my writing and requests for input.
This story has been a long journey through my imagination, and it will continue for as long as I get new ideas or inspirations. I am always open to new ideas and comments from reader. Some of you have written to me on more than one occasion, and I do appreciate that. As I have said before, I have never experienced any of these things; I can't be sure if I am gay, straight or bisexual. My writings depict male on male sex, but I cannot be sure how I would react to an encounter with another male. I have said that I am a submissive, but I only think I am or have feelings that I am because I lack real experience. This kind of writing excites me, and I have had countless orgasms writing and reading, but that's all. Maybe someday I'll find out. Until next time, read on! John