Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic depictions of sexual activities and erotic abuse between males. If this offends you, then fuck off. If it is illegal for you to read this where you live, then stop reading and go somewhere where it is legal.
This is the second part of 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.
We've all enjoyed reading the comments and compliments we've received so far. For clarification, as you will find in this chapter, the man with the ugly feet is not Master, however, the hot muscled guy is Boss. I would never refer to my Master as the man with ugly feet!
Master also wants me to make clear that any requests for my picture need to be accompanied by a picture of you.
Sit back, put one hand on your dick, and enjoy the story.
After what felt like an eternity of deep rimming, my dick was hard and dripping. Nobody had touched it. I was so far on edge that I wished somebody would finish me off.
Eventually, the muscle stud behind me was ordered to stop and to take a position in front of me. My gag was removed and I moved my aching jaw to loosen it up and then begged for my dick to be stroked to completion. I asked to be let go so that I could go home and forget any of this happened. I wanted...
"SILENCE! Slaves only respond to questions and I didn't ask you anything."
I assumed these orders came from the fat man with ugly feet.
"Now that the dickless wonder has eaten your pussy, it's your turn to return the favor."
My blindfold was removed. My vision was blurred but I could see that the muscle stud was in front of me, still naked except for his jockstrap, collar, and cuffs. The stud was made to turn around and put his ass in my face.
I gladly buried my face deep between the muscled cheeks to find the sweet spot I was after. As I found it, I heard a deep moan. I went deeper and heard a louder grunt of pleasure. Soon, I had him begging for deeper and harder.
As I continued to rim this hot ass, the fog of the alcohol continued to lift and my horniness subsided (if only a little). With my newfound clarity I made a few interesting observations:
- As far as I had seen, there wasn't a hair on the muscle stud below his sideburns--not one on his ass nor a stray escaping his jockstrap.
- I hadn't seen any furniture or decoration inside this apartment other than bondage equipment.
- My tongue was getting ridiculously tired. I'd lost all track of time and wasn't sure how long I could keep this up.
As I started slowing down with my tongue, the moaning slowed to a whimper. Then I felt a hard slap on the ass. "I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO SLOW DOWN, PUSSY!"
I kept at it and continued to eat the muscled ass long after I thought my face would fall off. As I did so, I felt pudgy fingers around my hole. I was being lubed up and stretched.
I shuddered in panic--I was going to be fucked by an unknown, fat, ugly man who I'd never gotten a close look at! Besides he disgust of getting fucked by a man whose only feature I had seen were repulsive feet, I feared the diseases he would expose me to.
I stopped eating ass to beg to be released and not to be fucked. I got no response other than a harsh tug on the balls.
"BOY! Put the gag back in the crybaby. He's done eating your cunt." The muscle boy quickly complied with his orders. As he turned around though, oddly, the pouch of his jock didn't show the outline of a hard dick.
He then went behind me, presumably to assist the ugly feet in fucking my vulnerable ass.
I felt a pressure at my hole. I tried to stay clenched to keep out the intrusion, but I knew it was futile. The invasion continued.
Wider and wider it went. I felt like this man was going to tear me. How would I manage to be fucked by this monster?! Still, the intrusion slowly advanced, deeper and deeper.
I was in pain. My hole had been stretched beyond the boundaries. As I wondered how much worse it could be, the intrusion fell into my ass with a pop. It wasn't a dick but a butt plug.
I felt hands on my package. I could tell whose, how many, or what was being done. It was clear that I wasn't being stroked and that, although the hands were firmly moving my balls around, it wasn't meant to cause me undue pain. I heard a click and the hands were gone.
Although my hands remained locked in position, I was released from the bench and allowed to stand. It took a minute to get my balance after having been bent over for so long.
I looked down and saw a plastic cage locked around my package. My dick was encased in plastic that looped around my balls and was secured by a small lock. I saw the man with ugly feet in full view. I now knew that he was equally repulsive from head to toe--he was very overweight, ancient in years, smelled of alcohol and cheap cigarettes. Fortunately for me, he wore a white undershirt with sparse white hairs escaping from his chest and under his arms. Even more fortunately, he wore a pair of shapeless sweatpants that allowed me to avoid seeing even a glimpse of the repulsive form underneath.
His pudgy hands pulled the muscle stud close to him and gave him a deep mouth kiss. The old man clearly enjoyed himself as he forced the tall stud next to him to kiss him. The passion was not shared by the muscled slave but was only endured.
After the kiss, a swift hand pulled the jockstrap down below the studs package, exposing a plastic cage similar to the one I was now wearing. The fat man then took a key from his pocket and released the stud's hands.
"Gym slut, you did very good tonight!" the man told the man next to me. "I think your pick will make your Master proud."
"And you, freshmeat," he addressed me, "I'm sorry for all of this. But I think you'll enjoy it. I hope you didn't have any plans this weekend. If so, you will have to cancel them tomorrow. Gym slut will get you ready for bed, you are required to obey him fully. You have a big day tomorrow. See you soon."
The muscled slave picked up the jockstrap and handed it to the fat man. With it in hand, the man left.
Gym slut looked at me with sadness.
"I'm really sorry I got you into all this. I wish I could've told you what was happening, but I didn't have a choice. If I take that out of your mouth, do you promise not to make a lot of noise?" I nodded and he began to remove the gag. "Please, call me Boss. I'm a slave, too, but I hate being called Gym slut."
I looked at him. "I thought we were just going to play a little. I liked the idea of a little public exhibitionism and being submissive but what the fuck is going on here! Take all this shit off of me, get me my clothes and take me home!"
"I wish I could. I don't have the keys and, by now, our clothes and the car I drove you in have been driven away. It's late, lets get cleaned up and I can try to answer some questions before bed."
"Who was that guy? Why do you let him treat you like that? Is he your Master?" I asked.
"He's not Master, but he's known Master for a very long time. I'm not sure of his real name but I've heard him called Bear. Master ordered me to refer to him as Sir and to follow all of his orders as if they were his own. Other than that, I don't know much about him."
"That convertible you drove me here in...is it yours? Why can't you take me home?"
"The car used to be mine but when I was enslaved, I signed it away. Master owns it now. I'm sure that Bear drove it away tonight."
He led me to the bathroom. The room had no door. The counter was completely clean and empty except for a can of shaving cream, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a pack of disposable razors. There was no curtain on the shower and no seat on the toilet. There was also not a speck of dirt anywhere in the room.
Boss turned on the water at the sink and picked up the toothbrush. After squeezing a small amount of generic toothpaste onto the bristles, he told me to open up. Reluctantly, I did. If there was only one toothbrush, at least I would be the first to use it. Awkwardly, he brushed my teeth for me and gently scrubbed my tongue.
"You can rinse in the shower, just wait for me to brush my teeth first."
After he quickly brushed his own teeth, Boss carefully rinsed the sink clean, pulled a paper towel from the cabinet behind us and dried up the remnants of the mess before disposing of the towel in the trash can.
He walked me to the shower and helped me in. He told me that if I intended to pee before bed, that this was the best time to do it and that I shouldn't be afraid to piss in front of him because we'd be doing much more than that together this weekend. He let go of his bladder and warm liquid splashed down on my legs and feet.
Always a little piss-shy, I couldn't do the same.
He leaned over and turned on the faucet. Ice-cold water rained down on us. I was freezing!
He reached for a bar of soap and began to soap himself up from head to toe then rinsed himself off.
He began to repeat the process with me and watched my body from head to toe with soap. As he knelt to wash my chest and abs, the extreme cold and running water caused my full bladder to burst and I uncontrollably pissed on Boss' chest and body.
He roughly finished cleaning me and then put me under the cold water to rinse me. Silently, he set about washing my piss off his body, using me to block him from the cold. As he did this he began to explain his life as a slave.
"Master keeps this apartment as sort of a play area. Usually I stay at his home, but sometimes I am left here. Still, wherever I am, Master doesn't want to pay for a slave to have luxuries. I'm sometimes allowed to use warmer water if I need to shave, but usually I'm required to use cold water to bathe."
He finished soaping and rinsing and started to wash my hair with shampoo. A minute later, I was rinsing and he was washing his own hair. Obviously, with water this cold, a guy didn't want to waste much time under the water.
As we exited the shower, Boss pulled one very small towel out of the cabinet and used it to dry his chastity belt, mine, and then my handcuffs before he set about drying the tub and the floor.
He explained, "you and I can air-dry. But we don't want Master's property to get damaged or dirty."
Both of us shivering, he led me into what would've been a bedroom--had there been a bed in it. Instead the room was filled with more bondage gear and bondage furniture. Boss opened the closet door to reveal a walk-in closet fitted with metal bars inside.
"This is where we are staying until morning. Go inside and try to make yourself comfortable," he said as he walked over to the side of the room where a medium butt plug sat on a stool next to a bottle of lube. He lubed the plug and his hole and grimaced as he quickly slid the monster inside him before turning off the lights and following me into the dark cage.
The cell door was shut and locked.
There I sat in a locked prison cell inside of a dark closet, naked except for a chastity belt, collar, and handcuffs with my ass plugged. I sat next to a similarly situated man who'd been denuded of all his body hair and referred to himself as a slave. We were captives inside of an apartment turned inescapable dungeon owned by a Master I had never seen.
And to top it off, I was still horny but unable to access my dick.