DISCLAIMER
This is a fictional story that depicts various forms of male / male sex. All characters and the described sexual acts are fictional, though I can't deny I'd wish them to be true (with me taking the lead submissive role, ofcourse).
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Keywords: homosexual sex, piss, fisting, bondage, domination, humiliation.
DOMINATED AGAINST HIS WILL?
Being just a regular guy, literally 'the guy next door', Mike often thought and wondered why he didn't get the attention other, less likeable guys, seemed to get. Being 25, he'd never been properly fucked, due to some unfortunate meetings with guys who turned out to be exclusively bottom, just like Mike himself.
Of course, he had sucked some dick, got sucked, rimmed and got rimmed, but it wasn't satisfactory. He craved for more but every time things went the wrong direction again. And ofcourse, he'd asked them to fuck him, for God's sake, even with dildoes if they weren't up to the real thing, but alas, he remained unlucky.
To compensate, he started buying dildoes. At first small, he had to train his boyhole, but gradually bigger and bigger. He started buying and using plugs, not daring to wear them during his work at a local government office. He even bought anal balls in different sizes, forcing them in to stretch his hole, stretching it even further with an inflatable dildoe.
Gradually, Mike got a better view of his sexual wants and needs, and realized that vanilla just didn't suit him. He got his nipples and his dick pierced, anticipating on some rough play. Rough play that didn't occur...
Interested as he was, Mike bought a small collection of rubber and was astounded by the feeling of the tight rubber on his skin. It made him horny on the spot. For the first time of his life, he squirted big loads of cum without any other stimulation. During his working days, he was just another regular guy. During evenings and weekends he'd engage in hot chats and cybersex with likeminded people, letting his - by now - true nature come to the surface.
Roaming the internet, he found an ad-site which caught his attention:
"Master, 27, looking for inexperienced slaves to train. Fully equipped playing room. Only written applications will be considered."
After contemplating this ad for a couple of days, Mike decided to give in. He just had to react, thinking this to be one of the few chances to get what he wanted. One evening, he sent an email to this unknown master:
"Sir,
I have read your ad with interest. I am an unexperienced 25-year old man who cannot find what he is looking for. Sir, I need tuition and hope that you will accept me.
Humble greetings,
Mike"
After pushing the ENTER-button, Mike realized that, for the first time in his life, he had done something of which he didn't know the outcome. But this thought alone made him have a hardon, his PA painfully pressing into his tight jeans. He jacked off while thinking of the possibilities this email could bring.
The next three days, nothing happened. Mike went to work, trying to get home as soon as possible to check his email, breaking several speed limits doing so. Those three days without an answer made him insecure. Was it such a good idea after all to send this email? But on the fourth day, after a stressful day's work, his heart missed a beat when he saw an email.
As he opened it, he realized that this was the mail he'd been awaiting for a couple of days. The email turned out to be a request: to describe his expectations and to send two photo's, one facepic and one full frontal nude pic. The master would judge based on these and his swift response: he expected an answer before 01:00AM the next day.
Mike went out immediately to buy a digital camera. After driving around, he found a shop that was still open and bought himself a nice small, but expensive, digicam. This would make the second part of his assignment a lot easier. He headed home, thinking of what he would write, because that was the hard part. Describing your ultimate and darkest fantasies to a total stranger is not something to do lightly.
Finally, at 11:30 PM, after taking the requested pictures, he sat down at his computer and started to type:
"Sir!
Thank you for your positive response. Attached you'll find the two pictures you requested. Regarding my expectations, I shall be short, because I do want to experience a lot, but haven't thought of the possibilities a lot. That's why I am in need of an experienced master. I expect a master who teaches me my place, which is to serve him. I expect him to use my boyhole and the rest of my body as he seems fit, as long as it is safe and sane. I expect him to teach me discipline, so that I can take full care of his needs in any way that satisfies him.
Humble greetings,
Mike"
Well before 01:00 PM Mike completed his task. And because of this deadline, Mike expected an answer soon. And so it was indeed! The Master told Mike in his next email that his name was Aaron and that he was to be addressed at all times as "Sir", "Master" or "Master Aaron". In the same email, Mike got renamed "Fucktoy". This would be his name in all future communication. Master Aaron put Mike to the first test: to meet him in the local leatherbar next thursday at 9:00PM sharp. He'd find Mike if he had any interest. If not, Master Aaron wouldn't be interested. An answer wasn't necessary, he'd find out on thursday anyway.
During the rest of the week, Mike worked like he used to do. Gradually, he started to suffer from an almost permanent hard-on because the upcoming meeting was on his mind all the time. He had hard times covering that part up at his office, but couldn't avert some people, some females, some males, noticing his present physical state.
To prepare himself mentally, Mike took that thursday afternoon off. He had to simulate a dinner with some female friends, because his coworkers were reacting rather suspicious. They had noted something in his step these last days and concluded that there must be something like love in the air. How little did they know at that point... As Mike arrived home and started up his computer, there was another message from Master Aaron, a short one this time:
"Fucktoy, 09:00PM sharp. Wear a plug, insert it after you read this. MA"
Not having walked for longer than 30 minutes with a plug in his hole, Mike grew scared. He supposed a quick shower would be the best thing to do now, cleaning himself on both his in- and outside. Making sure he was properly clean everywhere, he inserted the plug with some difficulty, trying to use as little lubricant as possible not to stain his jeans. It gave him a funny, full feeling, especially when he walked. He would have to practice on his walk a bit, he gathered. After a late meal, Mike headed to the bar.
09:00PM sharp, Mike pushed open the door of a bar where he'd never been before, or wouldn't dare to enter. It was still rather empty, two or three men sitting at the bar in full leather. But in one corner, a muscular dude was sitting, wearing tight trousers and a thin, old, almost transparent T-shirt. His hair was cut short, a heavy five-o-clock shadow was visible. >From this point of view, Mike judged him to be his future master.
He walked down to the table and asked the guy if he was - indeed - Master Aaron. The guy nodded in approval and motioned Mike to turn around. Only after another nod he allowed Mike to sit down uncomfortably on the plug still in his ass. After finishing his whisky, Laphroaig 15yo, he adressed Mike:
"Well Fucktoy, I notice you had the guts to show up here. This pleases me. The fact that you look better than your photographs suggest, pleases me even more. You wrote that you need a master. At this moment, I ask you what you think. You know nothing of me. Accepting to come with me is your second test. If you refuse now, we'll never meet again. If you come along, I'll teach you. Well, Fucktoy?"
Mike's heart and mind were racing. He didn't expect things to turn out this way. He expected some more time, some more time to consider what to do and some chit-chat on different subject to get to know eachother. But he figured that this would be a rather big break with his till now boring life, and agreed to come.
Mike followed his new Master outside. He had an old car parked outside and motioned Mike to follow him. After driving through the citycentre, houses grew sparse till there was only a farm every two miles or so. Another 30 minutes later, Aaron turned right and approached an old farm, set back from the road and with no neighbours in visible or audible distance. Parking his car in front of the farmhouse, he motioned Mike to do the same.
Mike followed him inside, where, to his suprise, the living room was sparsely furnished with italian designed furniture. He sat down in a chair, and realised he made his first mistake with his new Master. Aaron returned from the kitchen and, seeing Mike in his expensive chair, broke out into quite a few not widely known curses. He slapped Mike across the face and ordered him to get to the floor and stay there.
For half an hour, Aaron just sat there, drinking his beers, with Mike at his feet. After that, he spoke to Mike again:
"Fucktoy, this is my house. This means you shall behave according to my rules. My rules are strict, as you will come to understand. But I doubt you'll have any problem with that, regarding the email you've send me. I'm giving you the option to bail out again. I am going to present you with a contract. This contract clearly states that you are my property till sunday and that you will do as I wish. It also contains a clause in which I acknowledge that everything is and will remain safe and sane, unless you demand otherwise. It clearly states that you will not endure permanent markings or alterations of your body. The last clause comprises the safe word, in this case 'hanky'. Or, if you are unable to talk, the safe sign. Beware! If you use it, you'll have to leave and we will never meet eachother again. If you don't sign, this meeting is off as well."
Mike was unprepared... again. He didn't anticipate being with this guy for such a long time. He'd have to fake illness to skip work the next day and cancel a couple of friends coming over that weekend. But, trembling, Mike signed. Immediately after that, he brought the matter to Aaron's attention, who promised that he would see after those errands. He ordered Mike to strip, so that he could see Mike's full appearance for the first time. Mike took his clothes off slowly, letting his by now precum leaking cock jump to attention.
Standing naked, Mike shivered. He didn't shave, he never did, and had a copious amount of chest-hair. He only trimmed his crotch every once in a while. But apparently Aaron liked what he saw, because he made no further comments. Walking around Mike, he suddenly jerked the plug out of his boyhole, causing Mike to jump because of the unanticipated pain inflicted to his sphincter. Aaron grabbed a dogcollar and a leash out of a cabinet, put the collar around Mike's neck but connected the leash to his PA.
Feeling the humiliation, being no more than a dog, Mike followed Aaron who was pulling the leash not very gently. Aaron led him to the basement, which turned out to be a big playground. Dildoes, plugs, whips, paddles and huge quantities of rubber and leather clothing lined two walls, in a corner was a pissoir, not connected to the sewer. In the opposite corner a bed covered in rubber sheets and on the longest wall, next to a cross, some hooks in the wall with chains hanging from them. But the masterpiece of the room was a big sling, which could be lowered using a machine.
Aaron led Mike to the wall, cuffed his hands and feets together with one steel bar, forcing him to sit on the raw concrete, and chained his necklace and leash to the wall. Then he left, without speaking a word. There Mike was, sitting alone, chained to the wall in a by now dark room. His ass got sore from sitting on the concrete and moving around wasn't possible without damaging his dick. For what seemed to be at least two hours, Mike just sat there. He had to piss, but could go nowhere. Finally he decided just to let it go. When Aaron came down to see after Mike, he found him sitting in a pool of his own cold piss, blinking his eyes to adjust them to the light.
Of course, Aaron expected this to happen. It was the first step towards domination. He unchained Mike and led him to the bed, where Mike had to lay down on his stomach. With a considerable degree of expertise, Aaron chained Mike's wrists and ankles to the bedposts, and by shoving a pillow under Mike's stomach, he managed to raise his butt well up in the air.
"This hole needs to be filled properly", he added. Mike, in eager anticipation, was turned down to see a big dildo come into view. He hadn't tried dildoes that large at home! With copious amounts of lubricant, Aaron began to insert the dildo slowly but determined. Mike cringed in pain. Tears began to emerge in his eyes, and just as he was about to shout, Aaron stopped. He'd inserted the dildo all the way to it's base.
And again, Aaron left. But now he returned within 15 minutes, wearing only a spiked rubber mask, a harness and a cockring. He too had his nipples pierced and his cut cock was crowned by a PA. Now Mike could see his Master fully for the first time: broad shoulders, big hands and well-developed biceps, a stomach to love and a cock that was not only 9" long but also very thick. He looked like a construction worker, but with the brains of a scholar. He was well tanned, and seeing no marks of speedos of other underwear, he obviously frequented nudist beaches.
Aaron tugged the dildo to make sure that it was firm in place, causing Mike to writhe in pain. He hit Mike a couple of times in his face with his flaccid cock and guided it to his mouth.
"Well, fucktoy, you have an opportunity to show me what you are worth. If you satisfy me, I shall proclaim you fit for the next stage. If you fail, you'll be sorry. One more thing: thou shallt not cum without my permission. Cumming means punishing."
And with that, he started facefucking Mike. Mike didn't have much experience, but was told to be a natural cocksucker. And seemingly his Master was agreeing with the others. Using more force with each thrust, he shoved his entire cock in Mike's throat. Not used to this kind of behaviour, Mike gagged a couple of times before he could take up the fast pace Aaron was developing.
"Beware Fucktoy, cumming means punishing", Aaron warned. And though Mike wasn't used to this kind of rough handling, he felt his dick becoming unpleasantly stiff. Trying not to cum, he focussed all his attention on the big dick that was pistoning in and out of his mouth, glistening with saliva. After ten minutes, he felt the dick of his Master become even larger and knew Aaron was about to cum. But before he had the chance to anticipate, thick streams of manjuice were spurting down his throat. Mike tried hard to swallow everything down, fearing his punishment if he'd let even one small drop out.
"This, Fucktoy, is my way of showing that I like the way you suck cock. You are a natural, I haven't had many of them here. And you didn't cum, as I've ordered you.". Mike looked up in anticipation, Aarons flattening cock still firmly in his mouth. He was waiting for his reward. Suddenly, a thick, warm stream of piss started flowing into his mouth. Not expecting this, he tried to jerk is head back, but Aaron kept it in an iron grip: "Well Fucktoy, don't you want the reward you master has been preparing for you? You'll get punished for this!". And with that, he took his cock out of Mikes mouth and drenched his head in piss.
Mike was still swallowing the piss and after the initial shock decided that he liked the taste. Sticking out his tongue, he tried to drink as much as possible of the steady flow aimed at his face. But ofcourse, it couldn't last forever. Aaron disappeared behind him and Mike couldn't seen what was happening. Approaching from behind, Aaron suddenly put a mask on Mikes head, only leaving his noseholes free. Now he could do whatever he wanted. He grabbed a paddle from the wall and started spanking Mike.
"This, boy, is your punishment for letting my precious piss go. If you make any noise, you'll get spanked 20 more times than I intend to do". Trying not to make a sound, Mike endured the 20 smacks on his still sore ass, almost crying in pain when the paddle hit the dildo. But he managed to fight back the pain. His ass was red and glowing when Aaron started to pull the dildo out. When it was halfway out, he walked to Mikes face and said: "Are you into chems boy? They make it easier for you. The hard part hasn't even started yet". Mike nodded and smelled the familiar smell of poppers held under his nose. He took a deep sniff and felt the dildo moving again. The rush made it easier to take.
His painful but by now empty ass was still high up in the air, longing to be filled again. And it didn't have to wait long. After massaging his boyhole roughly, Aaron rammed his cock in all the way to his balls and he started fucking with fast long strokes. He entered Mike deeper with every stroke, his balls slamming to the boys ass. But after only a couple of minutes, he stopped. "Well boy, you have a nice pussy. I'm going to work on that one later."
With that, he untied Mike and led him to the wall where all the clothing was. After inserting a plug in Mikes now well lubricated hole, he ordered him to put on a rubber suit. After he put a gasmask on Mikes head with a long tube on it, he handcuffed him. With only his dick out of the suit and his ass free, Mike was in heaven. Again, the leash was attached to his PA. This time, Aaron led him to a small chamber on the second floor.
In the room was only a narrow cage. "This, Fucktoy, will be your bed for tonight. If you please me, you might end up in my bed". And with those words, he locked Mike into the cage. Mike couldn't sit or lie down, it was just too small. Still overwhelmed by the experiences of the evening, he couldn't fall asleep. But still, Morpheus turned out to be stronger than Mike, and he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
He awoke because of another thick stream of piss landing on his head. He must have been asleep no more than two hours, and already Aaron was out and about to teach his new boy some lessons. He dragged Mike out of the cage and forced him to stand up. Because his arms and legs had all gone numb, he had considerable difficulty doing so. And again, Mike was lead to the basement, where, instead of a sling, a leatherpadded workbench had been set up. Mike was strapped bellydown on this contraption, his legs on either side of it.
Inspecting Mikes hole, Aaron grunted agreably. He forced the plug out and started massaging Mikes still well lubricated hole again. But before he did what he had planned next, he gave Mike another shot of poppers and ordered him to relax his boypussy. "This, Fucktoy, is a new experience to you. Do as I order you, and you won't be harmed." With that, he pushed first two fingers, and then gently one finger at a time more into Mikes ass. His sphincter protested against this intrusion, but Mike loved the feeling of having someone touch him where he wasn't touched before.
Gradually, Aaron inserted his whole hand, pushing his knuckles past Mikes now relaxed sphincter. Being a fistee for the first time, Mike took it with considerable ease as his hole was stretched by the plug. He felt Aaron pushing further, his fingers entering the depths of his intestines. When Aaron was in just to his wrist, he said: "Well boy, you are taking this better than I'd have imagined. You're not such a pussy as you seemed to be." He forced his hand in even further, slowly and with care, letting Mike adapt to his arm.
After a while, Mike moaning with pleasure, Aaron used his free hand to grab Mike's balls in a gridlock, squeezing them more than gently. Not used to the unexpected pain inflicted to one of his most precious assets, Mike tried to surge forward. But such a movement isn't easy when one's strapped down. Aaron slowly built up more pressure, gently stretching Mike's balls. His other hand still buried in the ass in front of him, Aaron started pumping Mike's ass. The combined experience of pleasure and pain made Mike uncomfortably aware of his need to cum. "Master, please, don't stop doing what you are doing to me, but please let me cum!".
Aaron nodded in approval. He decided that this promising new slave needed his own personal reward for his endurance. Planning on his next move, he saw thick streams of cum flowing out of Mike's rock hard dick. Bending forward, he tasted a small amount of it, licking the tip of Mike's cock and pulling his PA gently with his teeth.
Aaron slowly withdrew his arm, pausing again to let the sphincter adjust to his hand. After taking his hand out, he inspected Mike's hole. Nice and slippery, stretched a bit, just the way he liked it. Aaron put the plug back in again, not using any lube this time. And after a copious piss all over Mike, Aaron turned out the light and left the room, leaving Mike strapped onto the workbench.
Not knowing what time it was, but sure of the fact that not even one day could have passed, Mike fell into an uneasy sleep....