FIVE
I had trouble sleeping that night. I usually jerk off before going to sleep but now I couldn't. The cage was uncomfortable. I dreamed of being castrated. I kept imagining that my head was constantly being shaved. One time I woke up angry and wanted to tell Him off for the way I'd been treated.
My legs were sore from having to walk down 25 flights of stairs seething with resentment. My arms were sore from their ordeal. The word "cunt" kept waking me up. I'd never had that word used to humiliate me before. The commands kept echoing in my head: PRESENT. KNEEL. BACK. REST. Sitting on my heels, legs spread wide, slime oozing out of my hole—fuck! my cunt! No cleanup. A constant reminder that I'd been fucked but didn't get my cunt wiped clean afterward.
Me begging for punishment only to find out that punishment was a real thing and it hurt so badly. I was very sore where I'd been whipped.. The fear when I realized it was impossible for me to gather up all the hair that had been shaved off my head. Fear I'd be whipped again. All the things I wanted to say but couldn't. Questions I wasn't allowed to ask.
Finally at 4:30 am I gave up trying to sleep and just lay there crying, feeling sorry for myself. How men would react to my bald head at work tomorrow. How I really was treated as a slave, that it wasn't merely a role-play. It was real. The brief sight of His six pack and how much I wanted to lick it but couldn't ask. I grew angry and decided I wouldn't ever go back there but then realized I had no choice. He held the key to my cage.
At six am, several texts came through. The first was devastating. "You cannot quit this." The second really hit hard because it's become so real. "You are really enslaved now." "From now on piss squatting in your tub."
"Yes, Master." I realize He will be controlling things even when I'm not with Him.
"Call in sick today if you can."
"Yes, Master." I could and I would. A slight sign that He will take good care of me.
"From now on, use this address: xxx@xxxx.xxx Password: slave. It will be our common mailbox."
I open that account and then email Him: "Done, Master."
Then things became more sexual.
He began with "Can you host?" I was tempted to say no, but that's not true. I have a private entrance. "Yes, Master."
"Run this ad: `Cocksucker. No recip. All day and evening.' Just that. Give our common address so I can read the responses. Nothing more. I will decide what would be best to help break you down."
I won't waste your time by describing all the encounters with phonies, wannabes, or game players. As you probably know, there's a lot of that. But I do know for a fact that a lot of tops or Doms look over what's there and line things up. It's happened to me more than once. But now, it's going to be different. He is taking away as much control from me as He sees fit.
One answer looked good because it was very brief. He will like that. It just said "45. Flabby. Dick short and thick." He answered for me and when the guy asked if I can host, He said yes. When he gave this guy my address I realized that now the Master knows it as well. His tentacles keep digging in more deeply.
He'll be over soon. Master orders me to be naked. Hairless. Presents quite a picture. When the guy gets here, he's inspired by what I look like and immediately starts ordering me around and slapping me a few times. He makes me lick from his taint up to his balls and then up the sides of his fat dick and told to nibble on it. I would have objected and just put him in my mouth, but I can't think like that any more. Not unless it's worth a lash or two from His whip. Maybe even more.
So I do exactly what the guy tells me to do. I lick up a lot precum, then when I'm nibbling my way up the bottom side of his dick, he actually cums and it slides into my mouth and there's so much of it that I even choke a little. "Swallow every single drop of that, faggot," he orders. Then I clean the tip of His dick and lick some more cum out of his slit and he finishes up by slapping me across the face several times and forcing me to open my mouth so he could spit in it to wash down his cum. He pulls up his pants. Then more slaps. Then he leaves. When he goes through the door he walks right to his car, leaving the door open so anyone can see in and find out what I am.
He emails me a command. "Start writing my your sexual history from the first hand job to the last time you were worked over by a Dom. It will keep you busy when no one wants your throat. Send it to me in installments."
"Yes, Master." And so I start writing to Him.
@@@ "It started in the Boy Scouts. On a camping trip. Tents that sleep two. There was a guy one grade older than me who I idolized. His name was Fred. We tented together. He told me he wanted me to show him mine and he would show me his. Sure. I really liked his dick. We both started getting hard. He was a lot bigger than me and I wanted to touch it.
It was kind of cold out, but he dared me to get naked with him. It didn't take much for me to agree and so we stripped. I started shivering. He said we should both sleep naked in the same sleeping bag and use our hands to warm each other up. So we did. It was awesome. He kept touching me everywhere. I played with his hard dick.
The next night we were separated for some reason. I got put in with a boy my own age. Boring. During the day, however, we were free to walk around. I ended up in the woods with Fred and three of his friends. He had me stand in the middle of them. He told his friends that I was a queer and I liked to be made to strip naked then touch each of their dicks. He sold me out in order to look tough and it broke my heart and I started crying.
They all made fun of me more and Fred started slapping me and making me get naked. I was scared but also kind of turned on to be the only one naked. Then Fred took out his dick which was already hard and told me to play with it. He told the other guys I would play with theirs two if they took it out. Only one of them did, and his dick was huge to my ten year old eyes. After all this, Fred spit on me and the four of them walked off, leaving me naked and alone and crying in the middle of the woods." @@@
I wrote all that and some of it was painful to write about and stirred up memories. I remember especially that after that day, Fred never had anything to do with me again. And the next year, word started getting out that I was a queer. I should probably put that in the next installment. I was just about to start writing more when Master texted me. "I'm sending a Daddy to you. Strip and let him enjoy the sight of you all shaved like a common slave."
Wow. I feel like He's fucking me with His words. I wash quickly to freshen up for him. When he knocks on the door, I open the door wide so he can get an eyeful. "Oh, my little sweetheart, aren't you all fixed up nicely!" He walks right into the room, boldly. "Close the door, little boy, and come sit on Daddy's lap." This is cool. I loved regressing so I fell right into it. I sat on his lap, put my arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. "You gonna be a good boy for Daddy?"
Oh man, he's pushing all the right buttons. He runs his hand down my chest and tells me to spread my legs more so he can make sure his boy is nice and clean. When he touches the cage he jiggles it just a little and winks at me. "I see my boy used to have a bad habit, so they locked your little dick away so you couldn't play with it anymore. That's good. I like it when there's only one cock in the room for my boy to have to take care of."
Shit. He's got it down solid. He pays all of his attention on the front of my body, toying my nipples and making me groan and breathe heavily. He caresses my pubic area and tells me, "Big men like Daddy grow a lot of hair down here, but boys like you are always smooth because that's the way your Daddies like it. So you see why you're bare over here?"
"Um...because I'm not a man. I'm only a boy, Daddy."
He pays a lot of attention to my balls, kneading them, rolling them in his fingers, then squeezing them until I start to almost cry out. "Sshhh! baby. Let Daddy enjoy his boy," and the pressure increases. He holds the sac tightly and begins to smack it with his other hand and now I'm crying out ow ow ow ow, Daddy, please?" Finally he stops and just massages them gently, bringing them down from the pain he gave them. "You need those balls toughened up, boy. Next time I see you I'll expect to see some progress taking that pain, boy. Pain is good for boys like you. Most Daddies know you need it and you deserve it."
"wwwwWhatever you say, Daddy," signaling (I hope) that I'm just about at the edge.
He smacks my face a little. "So why don't you get down on that floor and kneel up so you can suck on Daddy's cock like the cocksucker your ad says you are?" And I do. And He takes his hard cock out of his pants and just stands there.
"Well, cocksucker," he says, "kneel up, suck my cock. Make Daddy feel good. Suck it like the slut child you are!"
I force myself to go at it eagerly. Before, I would have insisted he take his pants off. But now, I do what he tells me to do even though I know better ways to enjoy the blow job I'm giving him.
One thing I've learned, is that most older men take a long time to cum and I'm hoping that's not true of him as I slide his entire cock in and out of my mouth and he keeps calling me a bunch of disgusting and cruel names. I try to focus my attention on his cock and not his words, while absorbing the fact that he despises guys like me, or at least that's what it feels like. Could I handle this much longer? Um, I have no choice.
Finally he pulls out and shoots on my face. Then rubs it into all my skin. "You look pretty, slut, my cum shining on your faggot face. Lick the tip clean, boy." I do so. He puts it away and then walks right out of the room without another word. Seems to be pretty common, I guess, not even to say goodbye. After all, I'm nothing more than a naked faggot slut being trained as a slave by a controlling Master I begged to break me. Fuck.
I keep coming back to that fact. I begged for this to happen. And part of it is that I can't possibly find a way to escape.
I go piss the way I've been ordered to, and then decide to take a nice warm shower while I'm at it. I put a lot of shampoo on the cage and let it wash down. I start feeling better. I think back to my life history I've been ordered to write by the Master.
@@@ "By the time I entered 9th grade the word was all around the school that me and some kid named Victor were fags. We were constantly being slammed into lockers, smacked around for no reason even when just walking down the hallway. A couple times they started spanking our bare wet asses in the shower, taking turns on us until we were crying. A couple of them would make us get down on the floor and they'd piss on me (I'm not sure about Victor. He fought hard so they pretty much left him alone most of the time) then leave me alone to shower it off me. By Christmas break I was getting spanked then pissed on a couple times a week.
The coach knew and didn't do anything about it. A couple times I was aware he was watching it happen. That really turned me on. In fact, most of it turned me on, so even though I made noises and protested, I was having a really good time. Sure, there were a couple guys who took things too far, but then I'd be crying and that almost always got them to stop.
The week after Christmas I got a phone call from Fred. Very surprised. Fred hadn't said a word to me all semester. He said he heard I was having a rough time and thought maybe he could help. He invited me to come over and maybe even spend the night. My Mom said sure because she knew how sad I was that Fred had just about ghosted me. She packed me a bag and even gave me some snacks for later on to share with Fred. Snacks she knew he liked.
I walked to Fred's. It was only a couple blocks away. When I left the house there was one of Fred's classmates, a real big tough guy named Duke. (how typical!). He started walking alongside of me. "Fred sent me to make sure nobody got in your face," he told me, and asked me how things were. I told him I get picked on a lot. "That's because you're a faggot," he told me. "But I think things will get better real soon." I didn't know why he said that.
Anyway, he walked me all the way to Fred's back door, and when Fred opened the door to let me in, Duke came in as well. Fred gave me a can of soda—my favorite, he knew—and brought me into the living room. Two other guys were sitting there and one of them had actually spanked me in the shower back in September. Mick was his name. He was the first one to do it. Others were watching so then they got the idea to do the same thing sometimes.
The other guy's name was Clarence. Creepy name but I didn't show anything on my face. Anyway I was getting really scared and nervous.
They all sat down around me. Fred told me to sit on the floor in the middle. He started speaking to me. "Listen, kid, we know what's been happening to you. We're forming a team called Denny's Dumb Doms. DDD We're going to protect you. We're getting the word out tonight that no one is to touch you or mess with you, or else."
"Wow, that's so cool. thank you so much, guys."
Fred continued, "So if anyone pulls any shit with you from now on, make sure you get his name. We'll take care of him."
All I could say was "Wow. Thanks so much."
Clarence starts talking next. "We're not just doing it for nothing," he tells me. "We are going to expect some things for you to show us you're grateful. Some of them may seem weird, but that's okay. By the way, we're calling ourselves Denny's Dumb Doms. So you know what a Dom is?"
"No, I don't." "Please address each of us Sir when you speak to us. That's one of those weird things." Of course, I don't think it's weird at all. I think it's hot. Fred takes over. "Dom stands for Dominant. We are all dominant. That means that we take control of guys sometimes and the guy has to do whatever we tell him to do. Or else." I don't want to know that the "or else" actually is. Duke speaks up. "And whenever any of us are with you here, you always strip naked."
"That's right," says Fred. "Just like you and I stripped when we were at Scout Camp. We want to see you naked as much as possible. Just go along with it. Start now, Denny." He stares right into my eyes and it's like he's taking control of me.
I start to take off my shirt. "Just throw it on the floor for now. Then take off your shoes and socks." He keeps telling me what to do until at last I'm a very embarrassed and blushing naked boy. Oh, and I'm also hard. It turned me on to strip naked in front of all these guys fully dressed. Mick points and laughs, "Hey look. The faggot is hard. He likes being naked around us." Duke says,
"Let us watch you play with it." No objection there. Clarence has another thing to point out. "Obviously, our boy like to play with a dick."
"Answer him!" says Fred in a louder voice, like he's annoyed at me. "Yes, Sir, I like playing with my dick." Mick chimes in again. "I bet he likes to play with any dick. I bet he'll like playing with our dicks too." The other guys nod in agreement, and that's how the deal is struck. In return for protection, I strip naked and give them hand jobs whenever they want.
@@@ I sent it off to Master. Damn, I wish I had a name for Him. All was quiet for the rest of the day and I really did have a good amount of time to relax. An occasional text comes through.
"What hours do you work?"
"Usually 8-5, Master, but some times overtime is needed."
"Drive here tomorrow immediately after work. Clark wants to fuck you again. Text me if you'll have to be late."
"Yes, Master."
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The first five should be read in order:
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