This is the continuation of my story that finds a male confronted by his boss who discovers his submissiveness and is determined to enslave him. If you are offended by Master/slave sex, then go elsewhere; otherwise enjoy my wild imaginings and fantasy.
As I look at the back of his head, I strain in my bonds in order to maintain balance. His torments and punishments have been bad enough; he has just made things worse with the added humiliation of putting me in the hands of others to be used and abused. Now that we are headed to another location, I can't help but think that he is going to torture and humiliate me in front of others; and I am certain that they will join in to make me suffer. My dark desire of wanting to be submissive to a male is still present, but it is becoming harder and harder to endure the torments.
My thoughts are interrupted when my boss looks over at his shoulder, laughs, and says, "You know, last week I met one of your friends from your younger days. We were sitting around the bar between meeting talking about where we grew up as kids. When he mentioned your home town, I asked if he knew you. He said, "Sure!" You were a skinny shy kid who he used to tease. Remember the scout camp when the other guys in your tent forcibly stripped you naked everyday for a week, then made you walk from bed to bed, lay across each guy's lap and take five hard barehanded smacks on the ass? And you did it without fighting back once. You only whined and pleaded with them to stop. And how about the day that, after taking your wacks, you tried to get dressed and your friend grabbed your underwear, stuck them over your head and shoved out of the tent where half the camp saw you naked and started laughing? Remember those days, CUNT?" That's how I got the idea to confront you. And you caved just like you did when you were a kid.
"Well, I've got a treat for you. I'm taking you to see that old friend so he can see just what a pussy you turned out to be. Then maybe we can have some fun while we're there. I'll offer him a blow job from you for old times sake. How's that, CUNT?"
I knew immediately what old friend he was talking about, and I began to panic, "Oh, no, please. Don't do this. I'll do anything you want if you don't humiliate me in front of him. Please!"
"Still a whining CUNT. I don't see as you got any choice. Your ass is mine, and I say we go see your friend and show him what a good cock sucker you've become."
I continue to whimper, "No, Please, No," but he just laughs and drives on.
We drive through town, and I gaze out the darkly tinted windows at the people walking about enjoying the day while I kneel, naked and chained as I am taken to the next place of torture. When we stop for a traffic light, my boss covers my head with a black hood, laughing, "I don't want you even thinking about trying to get away. Your ass is mine, and I'm going to keep you totally confused about where you are; that way you'll know that no one can help you. Let's see. Before we go see your friend, I've got another idea. Hang on, CUNT!"
Once the light changes, I feel the van make a left turn, and I know we are not going to meet my friend right now. But, where are we going? What is he going to make me do now? The journey into further torment is short. When the van stops, his message is clear, "We're here CUNT. Remember that you are mine, here only for my pleasure and to service and perform for me and anyone else I choose." When he opens the side door of the van, he attaches a leash to my collar before he releases my neck and balls. "Follow my lead, CUNT; I'll remove the hood when we get inside."
With my head covered by the hood, I cannot tell if people on the street can see me naked and cuffed, but nevertheless strong feelings of humiliation and fear seem to strangle my breathing. I know it doesn't matter how I feel to my boss. I am under his control, and all I can do is shuffle after him with my ankle chains dragging along the ground. We go up three steps, and I stumble through the door and onto a carpeted floor. The slamming door make me jump and sigh deeply. I am lead further into the building and taken into another room where my boss yells enthusiastically, "I'm here with my new slave boy cock sucker! He is so eager to get started that he has already chained himself, so I'm ready to work him over good. We just came from a store where he bought some new cuffs and then sucked a stranger's dick without my permission, just to pay for them. Now he deserves to be punished."
Grabbing my shoulders, he shoves me down, "Get on your knees, CUNT, and wait here until we need you. And keep your fuckin' legs spread wide." With me in this position, there's no way I can get up quickly and run, even if I wanted to. I wait for perhaps five minutes, listening to muffled talk coming from another room. It sounds like there are more than two people here, which only serves to make me more nervous. I've had a difficult time enduring just my boss's torments. How can I possibly take any more punishment?
When the door to the room opens, I feel others enter and surround me. Hands grab me under my arms and I hear the command, "Get up CUNT. It's time." While I am being dragged into another room, I whimper knowing that another ordeal is about to start, "Please Sir, I don't want to do this. Won't you please let me go? Please?"
Their response is laughter, followed by degrading taunts, "Come on, CUNT. We know you like to suck cock and eat cum. You've admitted it. We're just going to give you what you want, and then some. When they stop dragging me along, I feel scissors cutting away what clothes I have on. "Wow, this slave boy cocksucker is nice; he is pale, almost hairless, and slim with puny little cock. Just like we like them." One of the guys verbally humiliates me when he says, "Guys like you are more cunt than anything else; you always crave being used and punished.
I hear my boss say, "Great! Then by all means rough him up. I want to see him used and used well. I want to see him crying for mercy. Push him to the limits. He told me that the only thing on his mind is to please us and do anything we want."
With that, the hood is ripped from my head, and I am standing face to face with four men, my boss and three others that I have never seen, in a place that looks like a barber shop. All three men are large, well- muscled and tanned, wearing tanks and shorts. I try not to look, but I can't help noticing the large bulges in their shorts. Once of them sees me glance at their crotches and laughs, "Yeah, CUNT. All three cocks are for you to eat, and all three are going to fuck you in the ass before you can even think of getting out of here. You've got a lot of work to do, so we need to get you ready right now."
My boss walks behind me and releases the hand cuffs. I drop my hands to my sides with my head bowed, not wanting to endure what is about to happen, but knowing I have no choice. While one guy walks over to a cupboard, the other two grab my arms and legs and throw me down into the barber's chair. Then they take straps already attached to the chair and secure my chest and arms. My ankles are released from the cuffs, and my legs are spread wide apart and secured at the knees and the ankles. My wrists are strapped to the arms of the chair. I can now move only my head. When the chair is pulled back into the reclining position, I notice additional hooks and chains hanging from the ceiling. I have been brought to a place where it looks like others have been tortured. As the two men hover over me staring at my naked and bound body, the other guy rolls a table over to the chair.
"Now before we're done with you CUNT, you'll be begging to suck our cocks. Then you'll really learn what it means to be a cock sucker. Keep you eyes open because I want you to watch everything we do to you; and make sure you thank us for everything we do, no matter how much you pain and agony you think you are feeling. After all, it could get worse. And besides, if you don't do what we tell you, we'll do all over again until you do, Understand?"
I choke out a, "Yes, sir. Thank your sir. I understand. I'll do anything you want."
"Shut the fuck up. You're going to do what we want anyway, for as long as we want, as many times as we want."
Picking up a chain, one of the guys attaches clamps to my nipples, tightening them until I cry out. Then he attaches the middle of the chain to one hanging from the ceiling, pulling it taught. The pain brings tears to my eyes, and all they do is laugh at me.
But I remember their threat, and I whimper out, "Thank you, Sir. Thank you for letting me please you and be your slave, Sir.
"While you are thinking about the pain in your tits, I'm going to get rid of what little hair you have on your pale, skinny body, especially that fuzz you call hair on your cock and balls. I wouldn't have touched you until you were completely naked, head and all; but, your boss wants you to be available at work, so you get to keep the hair on you head."
He covers my armpits, legs, cock, balls, and asshole with a cream that immediately begins to burn. Tied as I am, all I can do is squirm a couple of inches and cry out loud even more. Despite the burning sensation, my cock hardens as the cream does its work.. The cream is left on for almost ten minutes as I writhe about in pain. When I think I cannot take another minute, the man serving as the barber begins to wipe my tortured body with a damp cloth. As the burning mixture is wiped away, my hair disappears, and I am left even more naked than before. And my cock is hard and sensitive because of the cock ring.
"How does that feels slave boy? Now you really looked like a CUNT!"
"I don't answer. I just close my eyes and whimper quietly."
My silence makes my boss angry. He walks up to me and slaps me hard across the face. Answer the man CUNT!"
"Sir, it feels good. Thank you for removing my hair. Thank you for using me for your pleasure."
For the next few minutes, they don't touch me. I continue to suffer because of the tit clamps and the pain causes my cock to soften. I hear muffled talk again, and I begin to worry about what is going to happen.
As I lay in the chair staring at the ceiling and trying to calm myself, they all walk back into the room. "Do you like to be whipped, slave boy?"
"No sir. Please. I can't take being whipped. Please don't beat me, sir! Please, sir!"
"Too bad. You fucked up at the store and your boss wants you punished."
"But sir, I've done everything you've wanted."
"No you haven't, CUNT! Besides, you lost your hard after we removed that useless hair you had. What kind of appreciation is that, CUNT? You have to be punished!"
Pulling out a short whip with tails, the largest man begins beating my tender inner thighs. I scream and struggle against the belts, pleading for mercy. "Oh, please, please stop. Aah, No! No! Please!" The strands strike me over and over until I can't hear my screams from all the pain.
By the time he stops, my legs are a mass of red, stinging welts. As I continue to cry and moan in pain, the cock ring is remove from my shriveled cock and balls. Then, when I don't immediately thank him for the treatment, he hits me again, this time aiming the whip at my cock and balls. The pain is excruciating, but I choke out, "Thank you, sir! Thank you for the punishment I deserved. I'll keep my cock hard."
"Sure you will, slave boy because you really like this treatment." With the chair positioned parallel to the floor and all four men towering over my bound body, one of the them takes my head and bends it backward. Straddling my face, he jerks on the tit clamps and says, "Lather my balls, CUNT.
With my face between his legs, my eyes are covered by his ass cheeks, and my nose is stuck up under his balls. I am silently accepting this devastating humiliation as I work my mouth and tongue sucking and lathering him as he demanded. Despite my thoughts, the taste and smell arouses me, and I feel my cock getting hard again.
"Look at this; your cock is getting hard; Come on CUNT, make some noise and show me how much you appreciate me letting you eat me. Come on, PUSSY, let me hear it Whine for me while you worship my balls."
I moan for him, faking the high pitched sounds a pussy slut would make as I swirl my tongue around his balls. I suck gently on each one, wetting the coarse, dark hair covering them. When he is satisfied, he slides back wards and orders me to keep my mouth open. With my head bent completely backward, he slides the head of his cock into my wet mouth and along my tongue. He groans from the friction as I close my lips around the head. Shoving his cock in a little further, he stops as I try to keep my mouth closed tightly. Then for few minutes he slides his dick back and forth. As he gets harder and more excited, he begins to shove his cock further in. I feel like choking, but he slaps my face and warns me, "Keep your throat relaxed, CUNT; I won't suffocate you with my cock. You can learn to take my cock down your throat if you relax; If you fight us, we'll find ways to punish you until you do."
I feel the head of his thick cock thrust against the back of my throat. He slides it in and out, over and over as I breathe between strokes. Then without warning, he grabs my head, shoves his cock in as far as it will go and closes off my windpipe. At first, I hold my breath hoping that I can endure the uncomfortable feeling of being totally controlled by restraints and a cock in my throat. When I can no longer hold my breath, I begin to struggle against his hands holding my head. Showing me no mercy, he tightens his grip and keeps his cock buried in my mouth. When I let go with the first hard gag, he releases me, and I scream a sigh of fear and pain as I suck in the air, "Please, STOP! I can't do this. Please let me go. I want to leave."
My tormentors respond in anger. Another man grabs something and begins to whip me. The stinging strands land on my legs, inner thighs, stomach, and chest. I plead with all my strength for him to stop, "Please, please stop; I'll do whatever you want; I'm sorry I fought you, Sir! I won't do it again."
"Okay, stop hitting this CUNT, and let's give him another chance. The only sounds I want coming out of your fuckin' mouth are moans showing me how much you want to swallow my cock." I obediently open my mouth and his hard cock glides to the back of my throat. "Close your mouth, CUNT and let me finish. I want to tell your boss how good of a deep throat facefuck you are."
I relax my throat and he repeatedly "facefucks" me until he is satisfied that I can and will swallow his cock. When he pulls away, I say, "Oh thank you sir; thank you! Thank you for letting me swallow your cock."
"Pretty good for the first time, CUNT. You're learning. Next time, don't panic. I don't want a dead cock sucker on my hands. I know when to release you. The more you do this, the longer a guy fucking your mouth can wait as you get better and better at swallowing a cock."
Without saying another word, he orders me to open my mouth, and he continues raping my mouth. I keep my lips and tongue clamped down on his cock so he'll cum soon and this humiliating, degrading act will be over. Over and over he slides in and pulls out his cock to the tip. My mouth and jaw are aching from the savage attack, and spit is running down my cheeks. But the mouth fuck continues. Over and over he thrusts his cock. Then, I feel a jerk and a harder thrust. He grabs my hair and begins to move faster.
I feel his cock swell in my mouth as the heat and friction builds. His cock punishes the soft inside of my mouth and throat. When he releases a deep guttural groan, he stops, holding only the head of his cock in my mouth. One more jerk, and his cock throbs and hot cum begins shooting into my mouth. I swallow glob after glob, not knowing how much cum he has in his balls.
He holds onto my head as I continue to suck hard on his dick, drawing out the last drops as his spasms subside. When he pulls his dick from my mouth with a pop, I know the torture is over for the moment. I breathe deeply tasting and swallowing the last bit of cum in my mouth. As he walks away and leaves the room without saying anything, I stare at the ceiling wondering what else they will I be expected to endure and wondering if there is anyway I could get away from them and my boss. Right now, my spirit is broken, and my boss and his friends are in complete control. It looks like they are going keep me locked up in some way and are going to do whatever they want with me.
As I lay in despair, my naked, restrained body begins to chill. The hot, sweaty sex has turned into an uncomfortable shivering. I lay in the chair with my legs spread and tied down, my wrists cuffed and my nipples tortured by the chain.
After enduring all of the humiliating ordeals forced upon me by my Masters, my boss returns to the room and says, "Your friend isn't available today, CUNT, but he seemed awfully eager to see you again when I told him what you are doing for me, so, I'll take you there another day.
Even though I know I will have to endure more training as they call it, and punishments if I don't satisfy them, I am so relieved that this part of my ordeal is over that I say to my boss, "Thank you sir; thank you; thank you for letting me give you pleasure."
"Just remember CUNT, who is in charge. You've got a long way to go before you can satisfy me; my slaves have no limits and willingly do anything I want." My boss then jerks on the clamps once more before he removes them, but my nipples are so numb from the lengthy torture that all I feel is pressure. Then, he releases the jaws; the combination of his massaging and the blood returning sends a gut wrenching pain to my brain. I let out a high pitched whine behind my clenched lips. My boss' says, "Feels good, doesn't it?'
I respond with a breathy, "Sir, yes Sir!. Thank you Sir."
He just laughs and continues to release my wrists, chest, arms, and ankles. When he is finished, he immediately orders me to, "Get the fuck off the chair CUNT and get on your hands and knees." My body feels stiff and unresponsive, but I drag myself to a sitting position and with the help of my sweat soaked ass, I slide onto the floor and into the dog-like position. As I wait for his next order, I feel him grab my cock and balls, pulling them backward. He startles me and I grunt loudly, but he pays no attention. I feel him snap a belt around my balls. When he lets go, I become aware of the weight yanking them downward. It is not heavy, but it focuses my attention on where I am, and how I am being controlled.
My boss then walks in front of me and drops four leather cuffs, and a section of white PVC pipe coupling with a piece of rubber tubing attached on the floor. "Stay right where you are and put the cuffs on.
NOW!" I buckle the restraints to my limbs; once they are in place, he takes four master locks and snap them shut. When I look up at him not knowing what to do with the pipe, He picks it up and says, "This is my own creation. I am tired of those fuckers charging so much for their so-called chastity devices. Your puny little cock will fit nicely inside of this 11/2 inch street L that I've modified and added some tubing that goes around your balls and keeps you from getting a hard on. Yet I can get to the head of your dick if I'd like to deliver some pain. He slides my soft cock in to the device, pulls the tubing around and behind my ball sac and laces both ends through holes in the top of the pipe. When the tube is cinched up, my cock is imprisoned in my boss's chastity device.
As I kneel at his feet getting use to the ball weight and chastity device, my boss says to me, "You're missing something every slave should have, a collar and leash, so I've got one just for you. And since you haven't proved that you are worthy of being called a slave, I bought you a choker collar and a chain leash that I can use to lead you around." He slips the collar over my head, I feel the cold steel of the chain. When he attaches the chain leash, its very weight, pulls the choker collar tightly around my neck. Then he drops the leash and strips naked. I can't keep my eyes off him knowing that he is going to demand that I perform again. Picking up the leash, he gives it a yank and orders me to follow him, "Come on, CUNT. He leads me through a door way and into the middle of a carpeted living room area with easy chairs, a couch, and a wide screen television.
End of Part 5. i am the submissive male in this story. All of this has been an exploration of discovery and acceptance, and i have enjoyed all previous emails and hope others will write. To all Masters, i am open to suggestions for future writings and any direction and demands that you may have for me to please you, Sirs. To all fellow submissives, let me know also of ways Masters can use, train, and punish their slaves. darkroad53@yahoo.com