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 third 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. Master also wants me to make clear that any requests for my picture need to be accompanied by a picture of you.
I apologize that it has taken so very long to write this chapter. Right before the last chapter was posted, Boss got himself in trouble by telling a personal story about Master to a friend. I spent a good deal of time taking care of him after he was restricted to the cage. Between work and taking care of Master and Boss, there has been little time to write for all of you.
Master wants to invite anybody who is in Sacramento or the Sacramento region to let us know you are reading. If you are a Dominant, Master says he might invite you to play with us. If you are a sub, Master is always looking to expand his stable.
Sit back, put one hand on your dick, and enjoy the story.
The next morning, I woke up to the closet door opening. The light was bright after hours of complete darkness. Boss and I were still cuddled up to one another. I was still horny from the previous night's activities but completely unable to throw my usual morning boner with the cock cage on my dick.
In the doorway was a dark figure. Boss jumped up from his sleep and was quickly on his knees with his head bowed, knees apart, his hands cuffed behind his back. I rocked around trying to shift my weight and sit up in a kneeling position. It wasn't half as easy as Boss made it seem.
The dark figure spoke. "Bear said you made a good catch last night, Gym Slut! Didn't realize how right he was. There might be hope for you yet."
"Thank you, Master, Sir!" Boss quickly responded.
So this was the man who had ordered me captured! I wanted out NOW!
"Who are you and why am I here? Let me out, give me my clothes, before I call the fucking cops!" I was shouting at the man standing in front of me.
Master stood about 6.2, had a muscular frame, and had a shaved head. He was wearing a snug v-neck t-shirt showing off his strong chest and lean waist. His jeans were equally snug and showed that he carried a nice package. His shoes were unremarkable brown leather loafers--very similar to a pair I had at home.
He calmly looked down at me and said, "I don't think you are in a position to negotiate with me, pussy boy, and if you keep yelling I will put gag in your mouth for the entire day. I'd think that you were thirsty and probably hungry by now and I don't know how you'd solve that with your mouth stuffed all day."
I was hungry. And thirsty. And hungover from the previous night's drinking. I relented.
Master continued, "Pussy boy, Gym Slut was ordered to capture you last night to help me find me a new slave. Not everybody is cut out for that kind of a life, but I've seen you around and think you are exactly what I am looking for. Gym Slut has lived as a slave for a few years now and is very happy with his new life. I think that you'll be just as happy. But I'm not unfair. I'm going to give you a trial run. I will keep you from now until Tuesday morning to decide whether you should become my slave permanently."
"I'm not a slave. Slavery is illegal! You're going to wind up in jail for kidnapping me and holding me against my will. You can't do this."
"Ask Boss if slavery is real and allowable! You might not think so now, but in a few days you probably won't want to go back to your old life--at least not the way it was."
With that, Master opened the cage and let Boss out. Knowing exactly where he was going, I watched as Boss quickly shuffled out of the cage, out of the closet and out the door into the rest of the apartment.
Master then motioned for me to come out of the cage and to stand in front of him. He quickly strapped a gag in my mouth and followed it with a blindfold. I felt his hand reach for my nipple and pinch. The pain was extraordinary but made me even hornier than I already was. I silently wished that the cock cage would be removed and Master would give me the release I was desperate for. Instead, Master rubbed his hands along my body, pulled on my balls, pushed his hand against the plug filling my ass and continued to drive me wild with pain and desire.
I could smell bacon cooking and coffee brewing.
I was led by my balls out of the room. My blindfold and gag were removed. Master was sitting in a leather chair and motioned for me to kneel on the ground. When I rested my ass on my heels, Master kicked at my legs and barked, "Legs open, Pussy! I don't want you ever keeping your balls hidden away from me when you are in this dungeon!"
Boss walked into the room carrying a plate of bacon, eggs, potatoes, sausage, fruit, and toast. He also brought a mug of coffee. "Breakfast is served, Master, I hope I made it to your liking, Sir." He returned to the kitchen and came back with a pot of coffee and a bowl of mush. He set the bowl of mush near me on the floor and stood near Master holding the pot of coffee. Master began to eat.
I looked down at the mush. It looked to be slimy oatmeal. I could tell by the lack of steam rising over the plate that it was cold. I struggled with the idea of whether to try eating the food in front of me. I didn't have access to a spoon nor could I use a spoon with my hands locked behind me. I would have to eat directly from the bowl like an animal.
I leaned forward and felt Masters foot kick the plate of food away. "Naughty boy! You will learn you don't get to eat until after your Master."
His shoes were right in front of my face. Except they weren't his shoes, they were mine! They weren't just similar to the shoes I had at home, they WERE the ones I had at home! I think Master noticed me examining the shoes because he said, "After Bear gave me my car back last night and gave me the clothes you were wearing, I drove downtown to move your car--don't want you to be getting tickets afterall. Your address was on the registration in the glovebox. I left the pickup in your driveway. While I was there, I checked inside your apartment and picked up a few things you might need--and borrowed a few things for myself. I knew you wouldn't mind."
I sighed, dejectedly. I knew that if I was going to get out of this, I would have to wait for a better opportunity. It didn't serve me any to keep complaining.
Soon, Master looked to Boss who continued to hold the coffee pot and refill the mug whenever needed and said, "well done, Slut." He set the plate on the floor.
Boss set the coffee pot down and kneeled before the leftovers and finished the food, scooping it into his mouth with his fingers. There wasn't much left but none went to waste. Silently and quickly he moved the oatmeal toward himself and ate a good portion of the cold porridge then pushed the bowl in front of me and looked toward me. Clearly it was my turn to eat now that Master and Boss were done. There was very little oatmeal left in the bottom of the bowl, which is just as well because it was so difficult to lick out of the bottom of the bowl that it didn't seem worth the trouble.
As I finished, Master looked toward Boss and ordered, "get the two of you cleaned up and report to the front door fast. You're behind schedule."
Boss got to his feet and pulled me to mine and led me to the bathroom where he once again brushed our teeth and washed us under a cold shower. He pulled our plugs out and set them on the floor of the shower. He used a shower attachment to give himself an enema then used the same nozzle to fill my empty ass while he held the water inside. He squatted over the seatless toilet while ordering me to not lose a drop of water until it was my turn over the toilet.
I was disgusted to hear the splash of water coming from Boss' ass. I was starting to feel the extraordinary need to empty myself. Moments later, I was humiliated when I was forced to squat over a toilet with no seat and release an enema in front of a near stranger.
3 more enemas later I was left to drip dry while Boss cleaned and dried all of Master's property. Afterward, he lubed his plug and reinserted it, carried mine out of the room and returned with a larger one. He apologized to me and explained that I had stretched out overnight with the plug in and would need a larger one if we didn't want it to fall out. He told me that it was for my own good to make sure it was big enough to stretch my hole wide and to not allow it to fall out. My ass was on fire as he pressed the invader into my ass. I'd never been stretched so much and was in significant pain.
Boss saw the tears in my eyes and gave me a firm hug and deep kiss before he whispered, "hang in there, you'll get through this!"