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Adam and Arley, Chapter Four
A week had passed since Adam had left Arley more humiliated and broken than ever. In that time, Arley experienced a strange transformation. The endless cycle of degradation and control began to seep into his consciousness, filling him with a fervent passion. Each moment spent reflecting on the acts he endured filled him with an eager longing.
As the images replayed in his mind, warmth spread through his body. The initial shock and humiliation had dulled, replaced by a profound sense of excitement. He found himself craving Adam's control, the scent of his sweat, his abrasive pubic hair, and his cruelty.
Arley's thoughts wandered to the last encounter with Adam. He felt a comforting sense of elation remembering how he had submitted, how he had been forced to obey. The initial resistance and rage had given way to an enthusiastic acceptance.
Arley struggled to reconcile these new feelings with the man he had always believed himself to be. He used to be one of the most red-blooded straight men you could ever meet, taking pride in his staunch heterosexuality. Yet now, here he was, overwhelmed with arousal at the mere thought of submitting to another man. How could he, of all people, be feeling this way? The confusion only heightened his arousal, a perverse thrill that made his mind race faster.
Even Arley's body began to respond to these thoughts. One Saturday morning, he woke up feeling an undeniable arousal building within him. His cock hardened against the fabric of his pants, and a flush of heat spread across his skin. He shifted on the bed, trying to adjust his position to relieve some of the pressure. His breath quickened, and his pulse pounded in his ears.
Suddenly, Arley's phone vibrated next to the pillow. He grabbed the phone with trembling hands and saw Adam's name flashing on the screen. His breath caught, and his body tensed in anticipation.
Without hesitation, Arley jumped out of bed. His body moved with newfound urgency as he grabbed his clothes, his hands shaking. He dressed hurriedly, barely managing to pull on his shoes.
As he reached the front door, his landlord intercepted him, demanding the overdue remainder of his rent payment. Arley tried to explain he had somewhere urgent to be, but the landlord's patience had worn thin. He had no choice but to go to the nearest ATM and scrape together some cash, all the while feeling the seconds slip by, adding to his growing anxiety.
When he finally reached his master's building, Arley's pulse quickened further. He knocked softly on the door, his breath ragged. The door swung open almost immediately, with Adam naked as usual.
"You're late."
Arley bowed his head, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
Arley's voice was trembling with eagerness.
Adam's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a delighted smirk curling his lips. He had never expected Arley to voluntarily call him 'Sir,' but hearing it now, the word sent a thrill of satisfaction through him. He had really broken him.
When the door closed, without being told, Arley dropped to his knees, the wooden floor cool against his skin. He leaned forward, bowing down further until his lips touched the tips of Adam's feet. The action was instinctive, driven by a desperate need to appease.
"I'm so sorry, Sir."
Arley mumbled against Adam's feet, his voice filled with genuine contrition.
"Please forgive me, Sir."
Adam's smirk widened, his gaze never leaving the pathetic figure at his feet.
"I'll never be late again, Sir."
The sight of Arley, carefully trying to cover each one of his toes with kisses, sent a surge of power through him.
Adam stepped aside, allowing Arley to enter. The familiar scent of his master's cologne filled his senses, heightening his arousal. Without a word, Adam walked to his wardrobe and retrieved a confusingly short metal chain, its clinking sound making Arley's heart pound faster. Adam turned back to him, holding the chain with a wicked grin.
"Take off your pants."
Arley quickly complied, his hands shaking as he removed his pants and underwear. He stood naked from the waist down in front of his master, his laughable 4-incher hard as steel.
Adam attached one end of the chain to Arley's balls, the cold metal causing him to flinch. As he reached down to his own ankle and connected the other end to it, Arley was forced to kneel to avoid the pain of his testicles being pulled.
Arley carefully moved, experimenting with different stances, but each one only served to pull painfully at the chain. Finally, he realized that the only way to avoid the relentless tug was to remain on all fours.
Adam's smirks turned into chuckles as he watched his slave struggle to find a comfortable position, as if it existed.
As Arley embraced the position, he felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over him. His face was now mere inches away from Adam's bare ass, the musky scent of sweat invading his nostrils.
Adam took a step forward, causing the chain to pull taut. Arley yelped in pain as the metal tugged at his sensitive flesh. He instinctively rushed forward to relieve the pressure, only to find his nose unintentionally crammed against his master's asshole, the sweat and trimmed hair only acting as a lubricant.
At this point, Adam was roaring with laughter.
"Good boy!"
Each movement, slow and deliberate, forced Arley to scramble forward. With the chain ensuring that every misstep resulted in sharp pain, he found it easier to keep his face between Adam's butt muscles at all times.
For the next 15 minutes or so, the scene would be laughable to anyone observing the action from the outside. Arley looked as if his face was glued to Adam's ass as the latter walked around his apartment and did some chores as usual, fixing himself breakfast, loading the washing machine, and trimming his beard.
The slave alternated between breathing through his mouth and nose, only tickling his master's asshole and taint in the process.
At some point, upon reaching the toilet, Adam smirked and spread his legs slightly, causing the chain to tighten painfully on Arley's sensitive flesh.
He relaxed his bladder, letting out a stream of urine into the toilet bowl, reviving memories of their last session in his slave's imagination.
As if it couldn't get more humiliating, Adam let out a loud fart, the pungent odor hitting Arley directly in the nostrils.
His slave's eyes watered from the combined stench and the proximity, with the sound of his master's laughter in the background.
Finally, Adam decided to take a break in front of the TV. He reached the couch and sprawled out, his legs wide apart, ensuring that Arley was positioned directly between them.
"Put it in your mouth."
Arley complied immediately, his lips parting as he lowered his head to Adam's groin. His mouth wrapped around the flaccid cock, the taste bitter and salty on his tongue, and the wiry pubic hair scratching at his nose and cheeks.
"Don't move. Just keep your mouth warm around it."
Arley nodded slightly, careful not to disturb Adam's cock with any unnecessary movement. The warmth of his mouth surrounded the now-soft member, the sensation strangely comforting to the slave despite the humiliation. He could feel the blood pulsing through the veins of Adam's cock, each pulse causing the shaft to grow slightly, thickening within the confines of his mouth.
The master leaned back, closing his eyes with a sigh of satisfaction. His hand rested on Arley's head, fingers tangling in his hair, not to guide or force but simply to remind him of his place. His slave's breath came in slow, controlled exhales through his nose, the scent of Adam's pubic hair filling his nostrils with every breath.
Minutes passed in this euphoric silence, the only sounds were Adam's soft breathing and the faint creaking of the couch as he shifted slightly. With each movement, the master's cock swelled a little more, the warmth and wetness of Arley's mouth coaxing it to life.
The slave felt the head of Adam's cock press against the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex slightly. He fought the urge to retch, focusing instead on the task at hand.
Adam's cock grew fully hard, the shaft now stretching his slave's lips near their limit. Arley's jaw ached from holding the position, but he loved every second of it.
Adam's hand stroked Arley's hair absently, the gesture almost affectionate. He let out a low groan of delight, his hips shifting slightly to push his cock deeper into his slave's mouth. Arley's eyes watered, but he kept his lips sealed around the throbbing member.
"Now, suck."
Arley began to move his mouth up and down Adam's shaft, his lips creating a tight seal. He worked his tongue around the head, tasting the pre-cum that had already started to ooze out.
Adam's hips were bucking slightly in response to Arley's movements. He began to thrust gently into his mouth, taking control of the rhythm, with each thrust pushing his cock deeper into his throat.
"That's it, take it all."
Arley's cheeks hollowed as he eagerly sucked harder, his tongue swirling around the shaft with each upward motion. Adam's grip on his hair tightened, guiding his head in a rhythm that matched his thrusts. The sound of wet, slurping echoed in the room, mixing with the master's groans.
Adam's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful. Arley embraced the sensation, his jaw welcoming the strain from the constant motion. He could feel his master's cock throbbing against his tongue, the veins pulsing, and it only fueled his desire.
Suddenly, Adam held Arley's head in place as he began to cum. The warm, salty liquid spurted into his slave's mouth, filling it quickly. Arley savored the taste, a potent mix of bitterness and salt that excited him rather than repelled him.
As Adam's cock softened, he released his grip on his slave's hair, letting out a sigh of relief as he leaned back into the couch. Arley stayed kneeling between his legs, his mouth still warm and wet from the act, eagerly waiting for his next command.
"Get up."
Adam stood up to his full height and reached for the metal chain still attached to his slave's balls. He unfastened it with a deft twist, eliciting a gasp of relief from Arley, and removed the other end from his own ankle.
The respite proved short-lived when Adam then moved to Arley's feet, securing the chain tightly around his ankles, therefore leaving just enough slack to ensure he couldn't spread his legs more than a few inches apart.
"Now, let's make this interesting."
Adam reached into a drawer and pulled out a black silk blindfold. He stepped behind Arley, wrapping the soft fabric around his eyes, tying it securely. The world went dark for the slave, his senses heightened as he relied on his memory of the apartment's layout.
"The living room is messy, and you're going to clean it just like that. You lived here for quite some time, so that shouldn't be an excuse to do a shitty job."
Arley nodded eagerly, swallowing hard, and began to rise to his feet. The chain around his ankles forced him to keep his legs close together, making each step an awkward shuffle.
He cautiously moved towards the closet in the hallway, feeling his way along the wall until he reached the door. Opening it, he groped inside for the essential cleaning materials: a dust cloth, cleaning spray, and a small brush. With these items in hand, he turned back, mentally mapping the path to the living room.
Arley reached for the cleaning spray and cloth. He sprayed the surface of the coffee table and wiped it in small, precise circles, ensuring every inch was spotless. His fingers traced over the wood, seeking out any missed spots.
Next, Arley moved to the bookshelf. He ran his fingers along the spines of the books, feeling for dust. He carefully pulled each book out slightly, dusting the shelf behind it before replacing it.
Arley then made his way to the dining table. He felt his way around the edges, collecting crumbs and stray papers. He wiped down the surface with the cloth, his movements meticulous and filled with pride in his work.
Finally, Arley began to sweep the floor in small, careful strokes, making sure to reach every corner. As he worked, he could feel the chain clinking around his feet with each step, forcing him into an awkward posture, but he relished the challenge, feeling a growing sense of accomplishment.
Just as Arley finished sweeping, Adam extended his leg, tripping him. He fell forward, the broom clattering to the floor as he caught himself with his hands. The impact sent a jolt of pain through his wrists and knees, but his master's laughter was now a melody to his ears, a sound of approval.
"Careful, you clumsy fool. Get back up and keep cleaning."
Arley's cheeks flushed with a mix of exhilaration and humility as he scrambled to his feet, his limbs shaking. He continued his task, trying to anticipate Adam's playful interruptions. He began to vacuum the carpet, relying on the vibration and sound to guide him.
Again, Adam's leg shot out, catching Arley's shin and sending him sprawling to the floor. And again, he landed hard on his front, the wind knocked out of him, but his heart raced.
Satisfied, Adam walked over, his footsteps loud in the quiet room. He inspected the space, running a finger along the surfaces, checking for any missed spots.
"Not bad."
Arley's voice trembled with exhaustion, submission, and a deep sense of fulfillment.
"Thank you. Thank you, Sir."
"Get ready for your reward. I have a girl coming over soon, that's why I made you clean, and you're going to lick my asshole while we fuck."
Arley's eyes widened with eager anticipation. He nodded fervently, his mouth opening to express his willingness.
"I--yes, Sir. I'll do it, Sir."
Adam's smirk returned, satisfied with Arley's enthusiasm.
"I thought you might like it."
Adam reached down and removed the chain from around Arley's ankles and the blindfold from his eyes. His slave blinked in the sudden light, his vision adjusting as he took in the room once more.
Arley spent the next 30 minutes in a daze, his mind racing with desire. The thought of what he was about to do filled him with an electric thrill. He couldn't imagine anything more exhilarating, more intimate.
The doorbell rang, snapping Arley out of his thoughts. The eager stud strode to the door, opening it to reveal a beautiful woman with long, black hair and a confident smile. She stepped inside, her eyes lighting up as she saw Adam.
"Hey, babe." Adam's hands roamed over her body, pulling her close. He broke the kiss and turned to Arley, who was still kneeling on the floor, watching the scene with reverence.
"Olivia, this is Arley, and he's helping me today."
Olivia glanced at Arley, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.
"Oooh! Is that the slave you told me about?"
Adam's grin widened.
"Yeah, we were having some fun, and when I told him you were coming over, he begged to eat my ass while I'm inside you."
Olivia's reaction was a mix of fascination and excitement. The novelty of the situation clearly intrigued her, and she seemed eager to see how the afternoon would unfold.
He led Olivia to the bedroom, motioning for his slave to follow. Arley's legs felt like lead as he forced himself to stand and shuffle after them, the memory of the chain around his ankles still fresh. In the bedroom, Olivia undressed slowly, teasingly, her eyes never leaving Adam's torso.
Arley felt a pang of excitement mixed with envy, but this time, of Olivia. He watched as Adam and Olivia climbed onto the bed, assuming the missionary position, their bodies entwining in a passionate embrace.
Adam positioned himself behind Olivia, his hands gripping her hips as he guided his cock into her. Olivia let out a moan of ecstasy, her head falling back.
"Your turn, Arley."
Arley's stomach fluttered as he shuffled closer to the bed. He knelt behind Adam, his hands trembling with eagerness. If being forced to sniff his master's asshole was thrilling, the thought of putting his tongue there made his body tingle with desire.
Arley didn't hesitate for a moment. Taking a deep breath, the slave leaned forward, his tongue eagerly flicking out to touch Adam's asshole. The taste was intense and musky, an earthy mix of sweat and something else indescribable.
Olivia, looking over her shoulder, let out a surprised giggle.
"Oh my God, is he actually doing it?"
Adam's moans filled the room, his body shuddering as Arley's tongue moved against him. He thrust harder into Olivia, the sensation of his slave's tongue heightening his arousal. Olivia's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him.
"Good boy! Keep going!"
Every nerve in Arley's body tingled as he pushed through, his tongue exploring every inch of Adam's asscrack. The taste, the smell, the sheer intimacy and degradation of the act filled him with a deep sense of connection and fulfillment.
Adam's pleasure was overwhelming. He thrust harder and faster into Olivia, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. The sensation of Arley's tongue combined with Olivia's tight, warm, wet hole was driving him wild. He could feel his heavenly orgasm building, the ecstasy almost too intense to bear.
Olivia's cries of pleasure filled the room, her body arching against Adam's. She reached back, her fingers digging into his thighs, urging him on. The hunk's manly moans mingled with hers, the room filled with the sounds of their passion.
Finally, Adam couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, he came, his cock pulsing inside the condom. The force of his orgasm sent shudders through his body, his grip on Olivia tightening.
Arley felt the change, the way Adam's body tensed and shuddered. He kept licking, his tongue numb, but his mind alive. The taste and smell were overwhelming, but he relished every moment until his master finally pulled away.
Adam collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving. Olivia lay beside him, her body glistening with sweat, a satisfied smile on her lips. Arley knelt there, his tongue sore, his body trembling with fulfillment.
"Good job, boy. You did well."
Olivia looked at Arley, a mix of pity and amusement on her face.
"You really have him trained, don't you?"
Adam then removed the condom, holding it up with a wicked grin.
"That's nothing. Check this out... Hey, boy, ready for your meal?"
Arley's eyes widened as Adam dangled the used condom in front of him. The thought of what he was about to do sent a thrill of anticipation through his body.
Olivia's laughter echoed in the room as she watched the scene unfold.
"Oh my God! This is going to be wild!"
With trembling hands, Arley reached for the condom. He opened his mouth, feeling the cold, sticky rubber slide over his tongue. The taste was a potent mix of latex and Adam's cum, but instead of recoiling, the slave found himself enjoying the experience.
"Chew and swallow it all."
Arley bit down, the texture of the condom making him shiver. He chewed slowly, tears of joy streaming down his face. Finally, he forced himself to swallow, the bitter taste lingering in his mouth, a reminder of his devotion.
Adam and Olivia's laughter filled the room, a sound that only heightened Arley's sense of fulfillment.
"Attaboy!"
Arley nodded, his eyes shining with pride. The dehumanizing words felt like a badge of honor, a reminder of his place in this exhilarating relationship.
"Now get the fuck out of my place. We need to get ready for round two."
Arley rose to his feet and hurriedly gathered his clothes before leaving the room. The echo of Adam and Olivia's laughter rang in his ears, a sound that would haunt his dreams with longing.
Thank you for reading Chapter Four. I greatly value your detailed feedback and am excited to hear about your favorite parts and discuss the story with you.