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This is the story of how I was enslaved and met Master. Master, Boss, and I would definitely like to hear your thoughts about what I write. Boss and I are fully owned by Master. Any requests of us will have to go through Him but you may email any comments or requests to me at marcusagnew@gmail.com so that I may share them with Master and Boss. Sit back, put one hand on your dick, and enjoy the story.
I live in Sacramento, California and had a great job working for the Governor. It wasn't my first job out of college, but it was an opportunity I couldn't pass up. I already identified as gay, but working in Republican Politics doesn't allow you to be very open at work. Still, I hadn't been closeted since high school, I was just a little discreet at work.
But discretion at work doesn't mean I didn't have fun at night! On weekends I was always partying at the local gay bars and clubs- Depot, Faces, Badlands, Merc, Headhunters, and occasionally the Bolt. All of these bars, with the exception of the Bolt, are located in a gay district in downtown Sacramento. The Bolt is a very chill leather bar several miles away.
One particular night, I grabbed a few drinks at the Merc to start the night. The Mercantile Saloon is the gay version of a dive bar. It's located just a block away from all the gay nightclubs and is located in the basement and patio of an old Victorian house next to the train tracks. It's known for serving the cheapest, strongest drinks in town. A few drinks in and I was buzzing hard but had hardly made a dent in my wallet.
I walked a block to Badlands--the newest gay nightclub in town. I intended to have a fun friday night! I'd drink, dance, and maybe find a guy to take me home. I'd left my pickup in a parking spot down the street knowing I wouldn't return to it until morning.
After paying my cover, I headed straight to the dance floor and found the hottest guy I saw. He was 6'3, light brown hair and ripped. He had broad shoulders, huge arms, a big chest, and it all tapered down into a very narrow and trim waist. He wore a plain white t-shirt that highlighted his muscles and tight jeans that showed off his round firm ass and big strong legs. Best of all, the jeans showed off a big basket carried right out in front.
I danced right up to him and smiled. He smiled back and pulled me in close to him. I was hooked and knew I'd found the right guy! A couple songs in, he pulled off his shirt to reveal a perfectly tanned, smooth hardbody. He put my hands on his chest and let me feel his pierced nipples with heavy rings and his perfect six-pack abs. His jeans were very low-cut and came just short of revealing his ample package. He had clearly shaved his pubes. Around back, the jeans revealed a couple inches of ass crack with a stark tanline. It's funny how a plumber's crack can be a turnon when the guy his a Greek God.
After a few songs we headed out to the patio where he bought a couple of beers for us. I followed him to the edge of the patio where we sat next to the fountain. He pulled me closer to him so that our thighs touched; his left arm was around my waist. We talked and told each other about ourselves as we cooled down in the Delta breeze. He had many questions about my life, where I lived, what I did for work, and who I knew. He asked where I worked out, when, how often, and what my routine was. After I finished my beer he traded bottles and told me to finish his because he would need to drive us later. I was hooked!
After finishing the drink (which he told me to pound), I was drunk and it was last call. I followed the chisled stud through the back door to Depot and out the door. The moment we were on the sidewalk he stopped, pulled me close, and gave me a very deep kiss. I felt his hands reach from my ass up and pull my shirt up. He stopped and told me to take off the shirt. When I did, he took it and hung it from the back of his pants with his own shirt and walked east on K Street toward the place where he had parked.
Halfway down the block he stopped and told me to take off my pants. I was drunk, submissive, horny, and entranced by the man in front of me. He carried my clothes while I walked in just a jockstrap until we got to his car, 2 blocks away. He threw the clothes in the trunk and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. I liked where this was going. After I was cuffed, he took off my jockstrap and buckled me into the seat then put the top down on his convertable.
He asked me if I was hungry (I wasn't) but he was. So he drove to a McDonalds drive-thru. I was still naked! And handcuffed! When we got to the pay window, he got out, went to the trunk, got my wallet out and paid from it for his food. All while the guy at the window looked at me and laughed. I had never felt more exposed. He went into the parking lot and pulled a ball gag out of the glove box and put it on me. Then he blindfolded me.
We drove for a while. We obviously were on a freeway, but I didn't know which one. I was nervous and regretting everything at this point. As hot as the guy was, I had no idea who he was or where he was taking me. I was wishing I could just get home safely.
Eventually the car stopped and he got out, opened my door, and played with my balls. The next thing I knew, my balls were aching and I was being pulled. He led me by my balls out of the car, past and away from his car, my clothes, down a street that I could only feel. I could hear cars going by, and a few people walking down the street past us, so I knew people saw me. I am sure they laughed at seeing a naked guy being pulled down the street by his balls. We must've walked a few blocks from his car when we stopped and he dialed a few numbers and somebody buzzed us in to a building complex.
After we went in a gate he directed me where to stand and picked me up from the waist and lifted me over his shoulder. I could feel that he had put his shirt back on at some point. He bumped my head a few times on walls and things but carried me upstairs without any problem. The man was very strong.
When we got to the right floor, he set me down and made me walk, leading me roughly by my nuts again. We eventually stopped and he apologized for not telling me what he was leading me into but that I would have a chance later if I didn't like it. I had no idea what he meant and was becoming more afraid. His voice sounded sincere and very apologetic. He definitely meant more than an apology for not telling me that he was leading me into his house. What did he mean?! I had so many questions but no ability to speak with a gag in my mouth.
He took my blindfold off and proceeded to undress down to a tight, and lowcut pair of briefs. I don't know how he managed to hide those briefs in those lowcut jeans. He carefully folded all of his clothes and set them next to the door. He had one of the hottest bodies I'd ever seen. He reached behind a planter that was under the window (we were on a balcony..probably the third or fourth floor of a complex) and pulled out a chain. He put that around his neck and secured it with a padlock.
He pulled the gag out of my mouth. I asked him if he could just take me home. He didn't answer but just looked sad. Instead he gave me a big deep kiss and put the gag back in and pulled out a pair of cuffs similar to the ones I was wearing and locked them on his own wrists behind his back.
He kneeled on the ground and told me to do the same. We both were kneeling with our heads facing down, naked, exposed, and handcuffed. A group of guys walked behind us and laughed. One spit on my hot friend. Another pulled my hair and pushed me down, making me fall over. We were called faggot trash by the drunk guys. As they left, the hot, almost naked guy next to me told me to get back on my knees quickly.
As soon as I got back into position, the door opened. All I saw was a pair of feet on the ground. Swollen, ugly feet. I started to look up and my head was pushed back down. The blindfold went back on. The man spoke and told the hot guy that he did a good job of finding some fresh meat. I was ordered to stand up. Not an easy task when you are naked, drunk, cuffed, and blindfolded. I felt pudgy hands helping me up then playing with my leashed balls then tweaking my nipples. Then I felt pain on my nipples. Real pain and I was pulled in by my balls.
Now i was really scared and vulnerable. The door was closed and I am sure that my new friend who got me into this mess was still chained up outside. I dragged inside and a chain was placed around my neck and secured with the click of a lock. I was taken to a bar at waist level and made to bend over. My feet were secured wide apart and I wasn't able to bring them any closer together. My collar was pulled down and I heard a clip close. I was now bent over with my exposed ass in the air. The ugly feet left the room. I heard the front door open again a few minutes later, I heard two sets of feet come into the room where I was. One set stopped behind me and was forced to his knees. Then I felt the best feeling I had all night! I was getting rimmed.