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 Eight
I waited. With dread. Curled up on my leather pillow he had for me laying on the floor. I didn't look for the clock, or any windows, for I just closed my eyes. I didn't want to hear any cars or trucks pull up either, so I just zoned out, but somehow kept my attention geared towards the upper floor. I knew tapping was going to come. I knew he owuld not forget me, nor would he let me pass a night without using, abusing,, or teaching me something. And somehow, I knew it was going to be in front of people, how many, I would soon find out.
I tried to block out all the scenerios, to lessen the fear. If I didn't think them, I wouldn't imagine them. Who knew? The reality of the situation could actually end up being far less horrible than I could or would ever dream up in my fear ridden mind. So, I just blanked out, not even going back over anything I had gone through so far, or anything from my life that had been before my present state. I was just living and breathing in my leather world at the moment, leather skin tight outfit on fully, leather boots, leather mitts, doggy buttplug in with tail out the outside, and leather hood with gag in. Just my blindfold off to see and my noseholes to breathe.
Suddenly I heard the tapping, and my stomach lurched, but I rose to my hands and leather kneepads, and crawled to the foot of the stairs, looking up. The door was wide open, so I crawled up the staircase and into the living room of my Master. A group of men were there, as were two slaves, sitting next to their Master's chairs. They had collars on, and chains attached, and their Masters were holding them loosely. They only had leather boots and leather vests on. I was the only slave fully leathered and tightly gagged and plugged.
After this glance, I quickly crawled to my Masters chair and bowed in front of him, touching my head to the floor with my ass straight up, like he showed me.
One of the other Masters swatted my ass as hard as he could. I whimpered into my gag, and tears formed and leaked out of my eyes, but dispite a little shiver through my butt cheeks, I held my pose.
"Very good, my doggie. Very good. See boys, I told you I could force anyone I picked off the street to be not only my fucktoy, but a slave, AND a fuckin dog!"
"I am surprised. Is he completely broken?"
"Not yet, but he will be soon. He still has the will, and he still hopes to be saved. But, very soon, I will have him just wish for gags, plugs and my cock in him all day and night, and he will only dream of them too, for the rest of his life. I have changed my plans with him. I don't think I want him to ever be the first slave in my house. I think I will look for others, and allow any slaves I ever bring in to use and abuse him forever. He is just too good as the lowest piece of crap on the rung for any household. I mean, quite honestly, he is a beautiful prize. Everyone I have brought in to see him, wants to fuck his ass or mouth within a few minutes of being around him. Even a few straight friends I know."
I cry silently at every word he is saying, depression hitting into me like waves, keeping my head bowed. Feeling lost, and yet, so turned on. I just don't know what to do, or how to save myself. and somehow, I know I can't.
Suddenly firm hands grip my head and it is yanked up, and everyone can see my teary closed eyes in the open blindfold section of the hood.
"See? Don't you just love this? And notive how hard HE is too?"
I feel shame rock into me, feeling my hard cock, even if it doesn't stay hard long, push my leather groin area tightly up. I open my tear filled eyes and look around. Everyone is very hard, and slowly pulling out their cocks.
"Oh yes. We love it. May we?"
"It's why I grabbed him", my Master laughed as my buttplug was yanked from my ass and a rockhard cock replaced it. The gag was taken off of my hood and out of my mouth and before I oculd say anything, a dick was shoved in and down my throat, and I was being fucked wildly, violently, back and forth, in a start of seemingly an allnight session of showing me exactly:
where my place was. what was future was. who I was. what I was. and IF I was....
a sub.
the answer was pretty clear by the 10th load in holes. By the 20th, it was overkill.
What would my dreams now be of?
end of part 8.