I am not a sub!!
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I was never into leather or latex, bondage or masters. I was just a normal gay guy, switching on the gay sex part. More gothic than anything, wearing clumpy doc martens, black clothes, and floppy longish hair.
Thus said, I was forced into the lifestyle one Friday night by my own fuckin stupidness. They say curiousity kills the cats, but it can also enslave the slaves. Here's how i got my first master.
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Part Two
Loud music blasted through the van, as each pothole shoved me onto the plug, harder and harder. I tried to stay down as tight as I could to the floor, but nothing worked. And, even stretching up far away from the plug didn't seem to have an effect. The situation had been planned perfectly, and I, its unwanted and very surprised guest, was it's prey. I watched the cute guy, but he never woke up, for he seemed to just bounce limply around on his plug, hanging from his chains. I wished I had been zapped again, but knew it was my own damn fault for being a good guy. I hate myself sometimes.
The van finally turned off the main road, and onto some back roads, which gave my ass even more pain. The noises I made through the gag were drowned out by the music, but I still made them. Couldn't stop myself even if I tried. I felt the van slow, and it turned into a driveway, I am assuming. Of course, I assumed I was just going out for a fun night in the clubs, so I should stop assuming anything.
It stopped, and I heard the key turn off. I whimpered into my gag on reflex. What was going to happen now???
I heard him come into the back, lifting the curtain and walking in. He turned on a flashlight and lifted up the cute guys head by his hair and looked into his face silently, turning it this way and that. He then walked over to me, letting that guy's head drop again. I closed my eyes tighty, feeling my hair being gripped. My face was pulled up and I felt the light on me as he looked me over.
"You know, you are not that bad looking. Very cute for someone out of the blue." He paused. "Hmmmm. I think... I think I will keep you." I started to cry without thinking, and he chuckled, leaning down and licking the tears from my face. "Sweet, and salty. A future sign of our relationship, as you are in submission and pain. Very good, boy."
I finally opened my eyes, and looked up. His hooded face looked down at me. "In fact, I'm going to return this one. It's going to be fun breaking you." I caught a glimpse of his hand moving towards my neck, and the heard a sizzle, and before I comprehended I was being knocked out by the zappper, everything went black.
I slowly awoke, my body aching. I had a full hood on now it felt like, and my long gag was still in. But I could see. I was in a basement of some kind, I think. I looked around, and saw many enslavement, torture, bondage, and sexual devices all around me, along with cages, walls of paddles, whips, chains and other equipment. I started to whimper and cry, and I moved some, but instantly regretted it. The plug that was in my ass hurt painfully when I moved. I tried to turn some to see what was going on back there. It looked like the plug was maybe stuck on a long pole? and that was wedged into a small ledge hole in the wall, effectively keeping me bowed outwards and forwards. I started to feel my body out. My ankles were spread out, manakled behind me to the wall, as were my wrists. My collar was chained to the ceiling above me.
I looked down at my body. I was nude, except for my doc martens and my hood. There were nipple clamps on me, and a chasity device tight on my balls and dick.. which was chained to my nipple clamps, and all of them chained to the ceiling above too. My balls seemed to have weights on them, as did my nipples. I moaned, making the deep thrusted gag vibrate down my throat. That the hell??? I didn't do anything to this guy? Why me?????
I dropped my head and just cried again, hanging there in pain.
No idea how long I was hanging there, in the semi darkness, but I suddenly heard a door open and boots walk down stairs into the cellar where I was. The tall man was now dressed in head to toe tight, black leather. Even his hood seemed to be molded to his head and face perfectly. It didn't cover his mouth and chin. I could see him smile.
"Hope you didn't miss me. I took him back to the city. I let him out near a police station, in an alley next to it. He should have woke up when I was halfway home to you, with no idea what happened to him."
He smiled at me again, waiting for a response. I didn't know what to do or think about that, except the phrase Lucvky Bastard flashed through my head.
"I see by your license, you were born Oct 31. From now on, your name will be 1031. You will learn to be happy here, with me. I have burned all you had on already. Tonight, you start your new life."
He came over, and started to carress my whole body, and I was possitively shocked by becoming hard. But it hurt inside the chasity device he had on me, so I was wincing.
He looked down and saw that. Smiling, and just took off the part that covered my dick, but left my balls bound and holding up weights, allowing me to become fully hard.
"Nice. I am glad 1031 can get hard from my touch. Let's see if the boy can stay hard from my other touches."
He turned and walked towards his shelves of toys. I whimpered and moved some, but was unable to do much, feeling the rigid-pole thrusted plug slide around inside my sore ass. I closed my eyes, hoping I would just wake up.
end of part 2.