This story is fictional and fantasy, although I would love it to be my reality. I got some great feedback, so thank you to all.
Characters: Jonathan/Pup: Me Master: Lucas
Copyright 2012
I couldn't believe it, I was naked wearing a chain link collar and chastity lock on my cock with Master Lucas's cum in my throat and belly waiting to get in the shower and a stranger about to walk in the bathroom. I hadn't closed the door all the way or locked it as I figured it was just me and Master Lucas. The door pushed open and I jumped and tried to open the shower door to get in but it was too late. My bare ass was exposed facing the door as the stranger walked in.
"Oh sorry, I thought you were already in the shower," said the stranger.
"Um...yeah...water isn't hot yet," I mumbled.
"Yeah that takes a minute. Lucas has had some water pressure problems, plumber is coming tomorrow to look at it. Just turn it all the way to hot for a minute and that will get it here faster, then you can turn it down." He said.
I hadn't turned around to see the stranger yet, but I could feel him getting closer. I heard his footsteps on the tile getting closer....
"Here let me..." he said, as he reached past me to open the door and pushed the knob all the way to the right, "There that'll get it the hot water here faster. Don't want to wait too long, I'm sure Lucas gave you only a small amount of time to get ready," he chuckled.
"An hour," I replied. Why was I replying? I didn't even know who this person was or what they looked like and I was carrying on a conversation with him. I turned around to face him.
"An hour huh? Wow, he must like you. He's going a bit easy on you this time." he replied.
When I looked at him he was holding 3 red bath towels in one hand. He was wearing a blue button down shirt with the collar open and the first 3 buttons undone, tucked into light blue jeans and black boots. He stood about 5'10", at least 160 pounds with dark spiky hair and brown eyes and a very nice tan. I would guess he was of latin decent from the skin tone. From what I could see it appeared he was in good shape too, as with the shirt unbuttoned, you could see some of his chest and it had that nice valley separating the top of his pecs. "Here are some fresh towels for you, I'll leave you to getting ready. Word of advise, don't be late," he said as he set the towels down and walked out of the bathroom.
Who was that? Lucas's boyfriend? It was so strange. I mean he just saw this tall skinny guy wearing a chain collar with a padlock and a chastity lock on his cock and he acted like it was just another day at home. At any rate, I was running out of time and needed to get ready. He was correct though the water got hot very quickly. I adjusted the temperature and got in and closed the door. It was one of those steam pressure showers. The door created a seal so the steam would stay in the shower stall with you. I love a hot shower. I have been known to take a shower for over an hour. Something about the warm water flowing all over my body. Unfortunately I didn't have the luxury this evening. I had less than hour to be cleaned out and ready. I used the nozzles like I normally would and cleaning didn't take to long. I showered and washed the rest of my body was was pretty much done in about 30 minutes. I got out and the fresh towels were still there that my bathroom visitor had left. I dried off, walked to the mirror and looked at myself. Naked, collared, and cock locked. The site made my cock twitch a little, but not too much as it couldn't move very much in it's plastic prison. I walked into the bedroom and on the bed was my outfit Master said I was to wear.
Laying there in perfect formation from head to toe was my outfit. Two leather socks with padding that covered my feet to the ankles, two leather knee pads, a leather belt with small O rings attached to varies sides of it, two leather padded mitts. I put them all on. I couldn't quite figure out how to get the last mitt on my hand as when I put the first on, I lost the use of my fingers, so getting the second on was tricky. I started to walk out of the bedroom and down stairs, with about 10 minutes to spare. I stopped halfway down the stairs and my heart raced. What if my bathroom visitor was here still? Or worse, what if someone else were here? More people. But my desire to see my Master was too overwhelming, so I continued down the stairs to the kitchen. I walked in to a wonderful aroma. Standing at the stove was my Master Lucas, wearing his leather chaps and boots from last night, shirtless. His back was to the door and I don't think he heard me walk in. I stood there and watched him. His ass perfectly framed in the chaps. The muscles in each cheek bouncing as he shifted his weight from one leg to the next. The muscles in his shoulders flexing as he reached all around the stove and surrounding area. By now, the sun had set and it was dark out and the kitchen was well lite, but even in the artificial light, his skin glowed and the blond locks of hair shined. He was the only one in the kitchen. Without even thinking I sank to my knees, which was actually very comfortable on the tile floor thanks to the kneed pads. I leaned forward and put my weight on my hands which was also comfortable as the mitts had a generous amount of padding in them. I crawled across the floor to my master and sat right at his left foot. I sat quietly for a minute.
"Arf" I barked.
Master looked down at me, "Ah, I see Pup is all ready and with time to spare. Good Pup," he said and reached down and scratched behind my ear.
"Arf Arf" I barked back and stuck my tongue out. Master reached down with his finger covered in a red sauce and put it on my lips. I licked my lips. It was delicious. A tomato sauce with garlic and other Italian spices. "Arf Arf" I barked again started to wag my back end. Master looked at me and smiled for a moment then slammed down the spoon and his smile disappeared quickly.
"Where is your tail fucker?!" he yelled. I didn't know what he meant. I was frozen in my tracks. "I told you to put on everything, where is your fucking tail?!" He picked up the metal spoon he was using to stir the sauce and raised up and landed it on my ass hard. Spanking me several times with it. "Bad dog...bad bad bad dog!" he yelled. Just then my bathroom visitor walked in carrying something in his hand.
"Wait wait wait...stop Lucas...stop!" said the voice of my bathroom visitor, "it's right here, I hadn't finished cleaning it yet. He got done a lot sooner than I thought...I'm sorry!"
Master Lucas stopped spanking me and looked up, "What the fuck David? You didn't put it out yet for him? So I just beat my puppy for no reason?"
"I'm sorry, but like I said he was done a lot sooner than I had thought. Besides I don't think me minded it," he said as he nodded in my direction. He was right, there was a pool of pre-cum on the floor near Master's feet, and a string of pre-cum dripping from the hole in chastity lock on my cock straining to get hard.
"Oh fuck," Master said, "Puppy made a piddle. Clean it up Pup."
I eagerly reached over and licked up every drop from the floor.
"Good pup. Master is sorry he spanked you, are you ok Pup?" He asked as he leaned down to my face.
I looked in his green eyes, there was no way I could be mad at him, "Arf Arf" I barked and smiled then licked his cheek.
"Good boy," he said as he scratched my head, no go sit near the table. I walked over to the table and sat on the floor near the farthest chair.
"WOW you trained him good in a short period of time," David said.
"He kinda came like that. Didn't take much training at all. After fucking his cunt last night, I knew he was a slut dog. You should have seen earlier when I brought his drink in the dog bowl. Dog knew exactly what to do." Master Said.
"Ok well his tail is on the counter, if there is nothing else, Allison is waiting for me. I promised a nice dinner and a romantic evening." David said.
"Go home...give her my best, remember 10AM tomorrow morning David, don't be late."
"I won't, see you in the morning Lucas," David said as he headed towards the door, "good night....um....."
"His human name is Jonathan, but I haven't picked his Pup name yet." Master Said
"Well good night Jonathan" Said David as he disappeared out the door.
"That's David, Pup. He's my assistant. He runs errands for me, goes back and forth between my office and home. He's a straight boy, but he's very nice and open. His twin brother is gay, a sadistic fucker too, but that's a story for another day. Ready for some kibble Pup?"
"Yes Sir" I said.
"Hmmm...I'll let that one slide, I don't remember telling you to use your human voice though...."
"Arf Arf" I barked back.
"Good boy," Master said as he walked over and set a silver bowl down in front of me. In it was some Pasta with the red sauce I licked off Master's fingers earlier. Not a lot though, which was ok with me as I wasn't overly hungry. Plus If we were going to fuck tonight, I didn't want to be too full. He walked away and returned with another bowl with a red liquid in it and set it down next to the pasta bowl. He sat down at the table with his plate and glass of wine. He looked down at me, "Go ahead boy....eat your supper."
Was I really on the floor about to eat like a dog? I had never done that before. How was I suppose to eat this. Well I guess like a real dog. I dove in snout first into the bowl. I must have been more hungry than I thought, because I inhaled the pasta. It was so good too. Just the right amount of spice. When I was done, I leaned over into the bowl with the red liquid in it. I assumed it was wine, and I was right. I think a chianti, which would make sense given then Italian cuisine this evening. I lapped up every drop and then leaned back on my heels. "Arf Arf" I barked.
"All done Pup?"
"Arf Arf" I nodded and shook my ass.
"Good boy," He said as he stood up. It appears he was done too as he took his plate over to the sink. He came back with a wet towel. He covered my face with it and wiped. I assume I was messy. I just ate pasta and tomato sauce with nothing but my snout "Now go wait for your Master in the living room." He swatted me on the ass, and I trotted towards the door. "WAIT!" he yelled. I froze, "Almost forgot"
I turned around and Master was walking towards me, as he passed the counter he grabbed what David had set down. He walked up and showed it to me. It was black with about a 4" long butt plug attached to silicone black tail.
"This is Pup's tail. Now David was suppose to leave it upstairs for you, but he was cleaning it and you were done before he was. Now I'm proud of Pup for getting done cleaning with time to spare and I'm sorry I punished you without cause Pup."
"Arf" I jumped up and licked Master's face.
Master chuckled, " Good Boy, now when I say, 'Present' no matter what you are doing, you are to get on all four's, chest flat on the ground and ass up, is that understood?"
"Arf Arf" I barked.
"Human answer, Pup"
"Yes Sir"
"Good boy. Present!"
I was already on all fours, I sank down and put my chest flat and ass up.
"Good Boy," Master said and he swatted by ass. I heard some fumbling and then I felt the cold familiar sensation of lube on my hole. I felt the plug pressing against my still sore hole and then POP, it slid right in and rested against my prostate. My cock was straining to get hard but the plastic chastity lock was doing it's job and prevented that. "Back up boy" commanded Master, "good boy," now into the living room and wait for me.
I crawled into the living room. When i got there I saw the fireplace was going and in the center of the room was a black leather sling that was hanging from the ceiling. On the piano were about 4 different sized dildo's, each one bigger than the rest and the smallest one had to be 9" with the biggest at least 12". Something tells me I was in for a rough evening. There was also what appeared to be a leather mask on the coffee table. I walked over, picked it up and looked at it. It had a zipper on one side, and it had an outline of a face on the other, cut out for nose and mouth, but no eyes. Something told me that I was going to be wearing that. I set the hood down and turned around to the couch. Sitting the couch was a leash about 4 feet long, black and curled up on the end. What was he going to do with that I wondered?
"Like what you see Pup?" Master asked. He had entered and I hadn't noticed. I turned around to see his figure in the doorway. Standing there shirtless in only his black chaps and boots. The light from the fire was the only light in the room and it reflected off his skin. He had a small bottle in his hand. He strode over to the couch and I instinctively sank to my knees. It was a good thing I had the knee pads on or I would have probably broken my knee caps because I hit the ground hard. It was worth it though. The site of the blond adonis in front of me make my knees buckle anyway. I felt this rise of heat overcome my entire body. He stopped inches in front of my face with his beautiful 9.5" cock dangling in front of my lips. I immediately sat forward and starting licking his boots. Running my tongue up and down the top of the boot. I tried so hard to grab his leg and run my hands up and down, but the damn mitts wouldn't let me grip him. I had only my tongue to explore and probe him. I licked as far up his leg as I could. Kissing and caressing his legs to his knees, whimpering and moaning. I could feel my ass twitch and I knew that I was a bitch in heat, desperate to get my master's seed and his approval. I wanted noting more than to give him back the pure ecstasy that he giving me. To have him feel as good as I was right now. The drive to do so was unstoppable. A team of wild horses couldn't drag me away from his feet at that moment. On my way up to his knee, I looked up to see my Master's face. His eyes were wide open staring down and me, his lower lip slightly down, his blond locks of hair circling his face and sweat beginning to glisten and drip down his perfectly sculpted pecs to the washboard abs that lead to the small fine trail of hair that disappeared briefly in the waistband of the chaps and reappearing just above the perfectly trimmed and blond pubs surrounding his beautiful dick. I so longed to take that cock in my mouth and massage it with my throat and drain every last drop of cum from his balls into my starving belly. They say that drugs are additive, and I have only smoked weed a few times in college, but never really got addicted, but his cum was my drug now. I needed it to survive. I needed him to survive. Three days ago, I didn't even know he existed, and now the thought of him not being here was a horrible nightmare.
Suddenly Master Lucas reached down and pulled me up by my collar and drug me over to the base of the sling. "See this Pup?" he asked, "This is how we are going to break you in. So far you have been a good little Pup, but I need to make sure you can really handle what your life is going to be like." He drug me around the sling and I examined it. It looked like any other sling you'd see in any S&M porn with a few modifications. Attached to the back where the headrest was were two latches on either side. And the headrest was stiff metal with a pillow on top. Master undid the latches and the headrest fell down opening like a door, "This is so your throat is easily accessible Pup. This way I can make sure you are getting your cunt filled while your throat is at work too." It was kind of impressive. If you were legs up in this sling, and someone opened the headrest like that, your head would flop back as if you were laying on the bed with your bed off the mattress, perfect for someone to walk up and skull fuck you. But what did he mean by we? There was no one else there. Was David going to come back? Or worse, his so called sadistic brother. Master pulled me up and forced me into the sling. He secured my wrists first on top. The padded mitts had hooks on them already. Then he secured my feet. He removed my knee pads. I was locked and secured in the sling. My cock ached as it strained and pushed to get hard and escape, but the chastity lock was doing it's job well, preventing me from getting hard. It didn't stop the flow of pre-cum though. It was running out of me like a leaky faucet. Master Lucas stood in front of me, the fire light capturing his face and i could see only from the perfect V shaped waist up his hard perfectly shaped 6-pack abs to his rock hard chest covered in sweat. I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my hole. I desperately was trying to push forward to it, but the restraints were very good and keeping me from moving. I even tried to use my body weight to swing the sling on it's anchors so could get closer, but he was just out reach and he knew it. I knew he knew it, by that evil grin on his face.
"You're mine now fucker...nothing can stop what's going to happen to you now you fucking faggot," he said as he spit on my face. "You're going to get the ass pounding like you've never had. I'm going to make sure that you can't walk right for a week you fucking faggot." I could feel his fist stroking up and down on his cock. He reached onto the table and dunked his hand this huge bowl that I thought was just decorative. He pulled his hand out and it was covered in this thick clear gooey liquid. He reached down and was rubbing his hand all over my hole. I could feel his fist against my hole and he was sliding his cock in his fist with the tip just touching my hole. Then suddenly he removed his fist and it was just the head of his cock pushing against my hole. There was no easy sliding it in, he used his full body force and grabbed my legs and pulled me onto his cock while he pushed his cock with his own weight. In what seemed like an instant his full 9.5" of cock was stuffed right up my hole. I could feel his balls against my ass and I screamed out in pain. A hand landed across my face, "Shut the fuck up faggot. Last night was for you, this is for me. You're going to take my cock cause I know you are craving if faggot."
He was bucking hard and fast. "Please Sir, please slow down...it hurts," I begged.
SMACK...another slap across my face, "What the fuck did I tell you faggot, your taking this cock no matter what. Tonight you are just my fucking cum dump. You're going to take everything I put up this fucking cunt."
He pounded me hard. I've never been fucked this hard before. The pain was excruciating. He had both hands on my legs pulling me deep into each thrust he pounded forward. He'd pull his cock all the way out and then slam it back in. His thighs slamming against my ass sounding like claps of thunder. I had no idea what was going on any more. The pain was overwhelming. I could feel the sweat pouring off my body. I was trying to relax my hole as much as I could hoping it would provide some sort of relief but I was wrong. I saw the amount of that sticky lube he used, and it still hurt like hell. I could only imagine what would happen if he dry fucked me. I was certain my ass was bleeding. It felt like it was on fire. I started to get dizzy. I could hear bells in my head, the room was spinning and he wasn't stopping. I could feel the tears welling up. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, "PLEASE SIR, PLEASE SIR, PLEASE STOP...I CAN'T TAKE IT." He slowed his pace just slightly and I could feel his weight shift. My eyes were open but the tears in them made it hard to see. I could only see the outline of his body as he shifted towards the table. I could hear the rustling plastic, and then he commanded, "Close your eyes fucker." I knew that I should. Anything to try and make this easier. If I did everything he asked for, hopefully this would be over soon. As soon as I did, I felt a cold dry towel cover my face. Was he suffocating me? Was this it? I gasped and tried breathing it and I was able to breathe and then I got the familiar smell. You know the one us bottoms love. He had soaked part of a wash cloth in poppers. He was forcing them in me. While he kept pounding away. I took as many breaths as I could. Hoping they would help ease the pain. Well they did more than ease it. I immediately pushed my ass toward his cock, trying to meet his thrusts. The pain gave way to the most intense pleasure.
"Yeah, that's what I knew that faggot needed, " he said.
My pleas for mercy were turned into pleas of desperation not for him to stop, but him to keep going. I pulled and strained at the restraints trying to get him deeper. I felt his hand on my throat, "This is my fuck faggot," and then he switched back into high gear. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into every thrust of his cock. My hole was starving. starving for his cock.
"YES SIR, HARDER..HARDER.....PLEASE PLEASE," I begged.
His hand crashed down on my mouth, covering it. I was moaning and whimpering. He pounded for what seemed like an eternity. He spit all over my face and body, "yeah you fucking faggot pussy boy. You're fucking mine."
My ass on fire. It felt like it was raw. He didn't stop. The effect of the poppers had worn off and I was in pain again. I started to cry.
"What's the matter faggot? you wanted it just not too long ago, now it's too much?!" he laughed. "You still got at least an hour of this, then the real fun with you begins."
An hour? How long had he been fucking me? Fucking isn't really the word to use, assaulting, battering, destroying, those are more like it I guess. Everything was in a daze. The room was spinning. I started to cry. Not because it hurt, well because it did hurt, but that's not the real reason. I knew that he wasn't done. He needed to abuse my hole and I wanted him to be satisfied, but it hurt so much I couldn't take it. I begged him to stop, "Please Sir, please Sir, I can't take it, please stop...please stop."
I think my crying only made him want it more. His balls were slapping so hard against my ass, I didn't even feel it anymore. I could hear it, but my ass cheeks had grown numb. He started to yell, he threw his back back and rammed forward, with so much force, the sling flew forward. I felt his cock expand even more in my worn out hole and then the lava of his cum filled me up. I could feel each spurt, like fire from a dragon as it filled my insides. I could feel his cum hit the inner walls of my ass. The fire could be felt in my belly. If I didn't it was possible, if he shot any harder his cum might have actually come out of my nose. Each shot stronger than the next. I lost count after 10. With each shot he yelled, "Take it...take it bitch....I own your fucking pussy....I own it! It's mine...it's fucking mine faggot!"
When he finally finished, he leaned forward, still inside of me, and rested his head on my chest. Tears were will running down my cheeks. My ass was sore, it felt like It was on fire. I was in so much pain. I squeezed my ass around his cock, he mumbled something incoherent. We laid there for a few minutes, then he sat up and pulled his cock out of my ass with a loud sloppy "POP"
I could feel my ass explode. His cum burst out like a bullet from a gun and I could feel it running out of me like water from the faucet. He reached down with his hand and put it under my ass, cupped his hand, and then brought it up to my face. He held his hand about six inches from my face and tipped his hand and let his cum run down into my mouth. I opened my mouth and drank every last drop. It tasted so good. Salty and creamy. "More...more please Sir," I begged. He just laughed and reached down and pulled some more out of my ass and ran his fingers across my lips. I licked each and every drop till his hands were nice and clean.
I was in heaven. The tears from my eyes dried and I could see some what again. I could see my Master standing over me with a huge grin on his face. His body covered even more in sweat, his hair looked like he just got out of the shower. He looked beautiful. He rubbed his hand across my chest to my stomach and down around the lock on my cock. He smacked my balls once and laughed, "You fucking faggot."
I smiled back, "Your fucking faggot Sir."
"Don't ever forget it either," he smiled back.
"Holy fuck, are you guys done already? Fuck, we could hear you from the fucking street Luke." a strange voice said. Holy fuck. It wasn't David's voice, someone else. I turned my head toward the doorway and there stood 4 men. All about the same height was Master Lucas. He turned to face them.
"Hey guys, didn't hear you come in" He said, as if he was expecting them.
"Not surprising," the one started, "We rang the bell a few times, but we could hear this bitch screaming so loud and then you yelling and smacking it up, so we let our selves in. Do have to say, was kind of hot."
"Yeah well, ain't like the first time you boys have walked in on me fucking some bitch," Master replied.
"True, but that was the first time I've seen you like that, damn hope you didn't break it. You sure it's ok, it was begging for you to stop"
"Boy, are you ok?" Master asked me over his shoulder.
"Yes Sir, it hurt like hell, but I wanted Master to enjoy himself and use me for his pleasure Sir. I will heal Sir," I answered. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I SAYING? I couldn't believe it. My answer was instinctive. I couldn't believe I had just said what I said. Did I really mean that? Deep down inside I did. I was begging him to stop, but I really didn't want him to. And I'm glad he didn't.
"See told ya," Master laughed.
All 4 men starting laughing. "Holy shit, you really do have a bitch here now, damn this is going to be fun." one of the other guys said.
Master turned around and walked over to the piano. He picked up a mask from the piano and walked over. It was a gas mask. Like those ones you see in movies. It was latex and black with the two big eyes on them. He lifted my head up and put the mask on me snugly. My heart started to race. The voices around me were muffled from the gas mask.
"What's it on?" I heard someone ask.
"Nothing, he had a glass of wine with dinner, but that was about 2 hours ago. Gave him some poppers mid way through, but that was it, so he's sober," Master answered.
I felt a hand rubbing my ass, "Damn you did this to it sober? FUCK!"
"Yup," Master replied. "There are some over there if you need to use them later, but go easy. I want to make sure he really experiences this. If you want to use them on him, fine, but sparingly Ok?"
"Ok" They all answered.
Master walked over and stood over me," Ok Pup, These guys are gunna have a party with you now."
"Hey, we can't skull fuck it with that mask on now" I heard someone say.
"No skull fucking tonight guys, his throat still needs some work, but the rest of his ass and body is yours" Master said, while looking into my eyes.
"Awe but Luke, come on man, I really wanna....." he started.
Master turned around and yelled, " I said no skull fucking. He's not ready yet. If you don't like it, get the fuck out. This mask stays on all night. If I find out that one of you took it off to even so much as wipe you cock on his lips, I'll fucking rip your dick off and fuck you with it, understand?"
"Yes Luke" they all muttered.
Master turned back around to me, "Ok Pup no skull fucking from these guys, but anything else you make sure they are satisfied, understand?"
I nodded, "Yes Sir"
"Good Pup" Master said.
I heard the unmistakable sound duck tape being pulled off the roll, and Master was putting them over the eyes of the mask. I was in total darkness.
"Good night Pup" I heard Master say and he kissed my neck.
"Good night guys, I'll be upstairs if you need anything. Let yourselves out when you are done."
"All right, lets get this started. It's in for a wild night, good thing it's already lubed up"
I could feel hands all over my body, pinching my nipples, smacking my balls, twisting, pinching, every inch of my body. What was I in for with these 4 strangers that Master had left me with?