You Don't Remember By Kurt Davis
"You are still relaxed."
"Very relaxed."
"You served Us well today, just like a good little faggot. That's what you are."
"We enjoyed using you, your naked body, your tits, cock and your warm hole. I loved fucking you today. Seeing you get fucked like the faggot whore. And that tongue of yours . . . Trash. You're nothing but trash to be used and abused."
"You don't believe you're in a trance now but you are and in a few minutes, I will wake you."
"You will awake remembering nothing of what happened, what you did or what We did to you."
"You will awake sitting at your computer reading the story I placed on the screen before you."
"And you will believe that you have always been sitting at your computer reading. Nothing will seem out of place. You will not even see Us standing around you. Everything will seem completely normal."
"Before waking you, I will give you a trigger phrase. When you hear it, you will immediately go into a trance, strip off your clothes and get on your knees. You will spread your knees wide a part and arch your back so that you ass cheeks spread open, exposing your hole. Just like you've always done. Just like a good faggot."
"*#!@%^&$"
"When you hear these words, you will immediately go into a trance, strip off your clothes and get on your knees. Spread your knees wide a part and arch your back so that you ass cheeks spread open, opening your hole for use by any Master. Any Master may use these words and you will respond to them."
"*#!@%^&$"
"Now one, you're slowly waking up, feeling relaxed and at ease."
"Two, you're waking up, having no memory of what you did or what We did to you. You will read the story on your screen, the story of what We did to you but you will not remember any of it. You will read it as though it were the story of someone else. And you will enjoy it."
"Three, coming on up, now. Becoming aware of the room but you will not see Us when you awaken."
"Four, you feel completely at peace and balanced."
"And five, wide awake. You're wide awake, sitting at your computer reading the monitor."
Even naked and shivering from the cold, the useless faggot crawled across the floor to his Master. The slave's ass cheeks are bright red after being spanked by all of Us. We took turns spanking his pasty ass, making it redder with each slap.
His Master stood, stripped off His pants and socks, then sat and leaned back in His chair. He pulled His Legs up to His Chest and pulled open His Crack. The worthless slave wasted no time kissing and licking his Master's Ass. he deeply French-kissed his Master's Musky Hole, darting his tongue deep inside.
We watched and laughed. "He'll have no memory of any of this," said his Master. "All of You use him, beat him, do whatever You want with him. Trash this fucker. When he wakes up, he won't remember what happened."
We put down our drinks and the straps We used to beat him and began slipping off our clothes.
Poor fucker. Other than his beautiful ass, soft lips, tits and cock, he worthless. We take care of him. Always have. Making sure he has a job but is paid just enough to barely make it. We're even thinking of promoting him. He'll make more money but the Committee will come up with some way to increase his expenses as well. Like all of Our trash, We keep him on a short leash. He even thinks he's in control of his life but We've been using him for years.
I can't wait to play with those tits of his. I love pinching them and biting them while I fuck him missionary style; him on his back with his feet in the air. Tonight, I'm going to fuck him raw, breeding him.
Grabbing the fucking trash from the floor, We pulled his face out of his Master's ass, drag him to the middle of the room and flipped him on his back.
I waste no time pulling his feet up in the air and examining his manhole, dark pink, soft and warm. I run My Finger across it. It's tight but not too tight. It's been used before. It was My Trainer that took this fucker's virginity.
I line the Head of My Dick with his hole and ram My Dick in. He cries out as My Cock sears his un-lubed ass. I love hearing him cry as I fuck him. Even through his tears, his pasty dick starts to bone up.
Master L stands over his face, then lowers His Big Fat Ass over the slaves mouth, smothering the fucker in His Stink Ass. The fucker's dick gets even harder and starts to throb. he loves it.
I ram My Dick in the fucker even harder to make him cry out more since his cries are muffled now. I want to cum in him and breed his ass but I must pull out. It is Master M's turn to use this hole. As I slide out of his hole, it stays open as though waiting for the next cock that coming. he moans like a junkie needing his next fix.
Before fucking him, Master M spits in his hole. He waves for Me and two other Masters and We join Master M spitting in this trash. After filling his hole, Master M slides His Dick inside and the trash moans again, happy to be filled once more.
Master M took pictures. We'll keep them as a keepsake.
When finished We all gathered around and pissed on him, drowning him in our Yellow Stream.
His Master orders him to the shower to clean up. The trash did so and dressed. We blindfolded him again, loaded him into the van and drove him back to where We got him.
Sitting him in front of his computer, His Master asked Me to bring him out of the trance. Even though We would be standing around him for the first few minutes We would be invisible to him, giving Us the chance to leave without him knowing We were there.
The Committee has agreed to give him the option to willfully become a sex slave for Us, so I was asked to leave some clues around him. He still will not remember but if he is ready to consciously become a slave, I will give him a way to signal to Us he is ready. He will be well taken care of, financially, physically and emotionally. No one will hurt him unless it is for the pleasure of the Masters. He will not have to work ever again at some menial job just to make ends meet. No woman will ever be his boss, the fucking bitch. He will serve Men and he will live well but will still serve in his place.
I put a story on his computer screen. When he wakes he will read it and if he is ready I will give him a way to contact Us. He will think that he found this story on the internet, that he decided to clicked on a link that put the story on his monitor. He'll never suspect the truth.
But before bringing him out of his trance, I reach under his shirt and give his nipples one last pinch. "Until next time."
"You are now fully dressed but still relaxed. Very relaxed. . . .
And then he awakened, sitting at his computer. We stand back and watch him for a while. He's wondering now. Wondering if We're watching him. Wondering if this story is true. He's even a little scared. We know. We know everything about him but he has to remember that We have always taken care of him. Even when We beat him, fuck him, piss on him, we still take care of him. He is beautiful to us. And he's gotten tired of struggling day after day to survive. He wants to let go and just be free.
We'd love to hear from "you" and feel free to make any suggestions as to how we should use . . . our trash next time. king.kinght@yahoo.com.