This story is only a fiction and nothing mentioned has happened. All the characters and locations appeared in the story were frictional and not real. If the subject of homosexual, bondage, sm and domination offend you, or you are under the legal age, please do not read further and leave. Any comment and suggestion are welcomed.
Chapter 4.
The poor fag, having a butt plug up he ass, cock locked up, with a chain collar locked around his neck, wearing just a pair of jeans cut very short and a very short "vest" showing his collar, moving to the door. He knows he has to go bare foot as I haven't given him any footwear. I know he's no way to return. He's not a normal guy anymore.
It's uncomfortable to walk with a butt plug inside my ass and my cock locked. I am nothing more but John's slave. He hasn't given me any shoes, or just my pair of sandal. I have to walk bare foot.
On the way to the South Entrance, it's very quite. Hostel P is apart from the other buildings of the campus, so I meet no one on the way. John must know this so he just ordered me to walk in such a way.
I waited at the South Entrance for about fifteen minutes, but John has not appeared. I am a bit nervous. I don't know if they will really show up or not. Secondly, if someone sees me dress in such a way, how could I explain? I don't have my student ID on hand and cannot prove my identity. Even I walk back to the hostel, I cannot open the door myself, or even through the security. John has ordered me to wait for them and I can't go anywhere. I hope they will show up shortly.
After another ten minutes, I see 2 cars approach. It must be them. I see my car first. John is driving my car and he said, "Get in!" I get into the car and found my pair of sandal on the floor. John ordered me to put them on. Thanks God, I don't have to walk by bare foot.
It takes 45 minutes to arrive at a McDonald's. We have past several McDonald's on the way and I just wonder why they chose one that is far away from the campus.
The fag really obeys my orders. South Entrance is the closest entrance to block P. No one from the rest of the campus will use this way other than us. I know the fag will meet no one on the way. Even there's CCTV system monitoring road, but it's too dark to have a clear view of the fag. And I just told the fag to get in the car before he will be clearly seen with the headlight when approaching to the gate.
Peter suggested going to the nearby McDonald's. I rejected his idea as other students will go to there. There's no doubt that the fag is our slave. But I want to keep it secret, at least in the campus. I don't want the fag to have too much pressure from the others in the campus, especially from the office. We have no benefit for losing the fag, but we do have by keeping him as our slave. So I decided only to show him as a slave in public only when away from the campus.
I handed the fags wallet to him and order him to buy the foods for us and for himself. He has no problem in accepting my orders now. I can say that he's willing to serve us.
After dinner, we drive back to the campus. Once inside the hostel, the fag strip naked without a delay. He's a good slave. I go back to my room to take the unused items bought from the fetish shop. Tonight, I will use them on the fag.
"Listen slave! It's time to punish you for your misbehave this afternoon. Open your mouth" I ordered and he follows at once. Then I put a ball gag into his mouth and fasten the stripe at the back.
"Now have your hands back on your neck." I further order.
I then lock his wrists with a pair of handcuffs and further lock it to the collar by a padlock. And I lock a pair of leg iron to his ankles. He looks like a real slave in the old times. He is totally helpless for what I have plan in my mind. Jason and Jeff keep recording and photo shooting.
I take out a piece of chain with tit clamp on both ends. I show it to the fag and put it on the fag's tits. He moans behind the gag. Then I knee down and pull his balls, then attach a leather ball parachute to his balls, and connect a chain with it to the chain of his leg iron. So every step he walks, he's pulling his balls.
"Now bend over at the tea table." I ordered and he moves at once. His look is interesting as he keeps pulling his balls on his way. What he can do is to moan behind the gag.
I take out a leather mounted wooden paddle, show it in front of the fag and said, "You have not obey to our orders and have messed up our clothes. So we will use it on our butt. Each of us will give you 5 strikes. Understand?"
The fag cannot say a word but moans. He turns his head and I can see he's frightened from his eye. So I said, " You think each of us gives you 5 strikes is not enough and you are asking for more?"
The poor fag keeps turning his head and moans louder. He's near to cry.
John said he would use the paddle to punish me by striking my bare butt except for the butt plug inside me. Even when I was a child, my dad has never punished me in such a way. I am so scared and I try to say no but can only moan with the ball gag in my mouth. But He keeps saying that if I am asking for more by turning my head. Oh God! No! I can't say a word and I just want to say no. I want to cry.
"So each of us give you 5 strikes means a total of 35 strikes. If it's ok, then node. But if you keep turning your head, 5 strikes will be added until you node. So is it ok now?" John asked.
Is it a choice? Other than accepting, I can do nothing. My hands locked behind my neck and my legs locked with my balls. I can't fright back, I can't run away. And the nipple clamps hurts too. But one thing interesting, my cock becomes harder and harder inside the locked cage.
So I just nodded and waited for the 35 strikes. John is the first one as he counts when he strikes me. It's very painful. Moreover, every hit on my butt cause a push on the butt plug. I am being beaten and fucked at the same time.
Next is Tom's turn. He hits both my ass cheeks. The "fucking " feeling is not so strong. Then comes to Philip's turn. He hits directly on my ass crack. It seems he want to push the butt plug totally inside me. I can only moans louder and louder. Tears start running from my eyes.
"Ok! Take a break first. Our poor little slave is crying like a baby." John said.
After several minutes, John holds the DV as it is now Jason's turn. My butt is now on fire. Then to Jim's turn. To my surprise, he's not beating me very hard. But it doesn't help mush as my butt was already on fire.
Last are Peter and Jeff. They both have each strike lands on my either butt cheeks. I can only keep moaning and crying. It's so painful and humiliating.
"Take a close up on the bright red butt!" John said.
After a minute of time, John asks Peter and Jeff to stand me up. They found that my cock is steel hard and occupying all the space of the cage. The worst is, pre-cum is dripping from my chastised cock.
"Hey guys! Look at his cock! I can say that if we don't have this fucking fag locked, he will stroke his cock and cum right now!" Peter said.
Everyone is looking at my cock and the 2 cameras keep zooming between my butt and my ass. I know my face must have the same color as my butt.
Jack removes the ball gag and unlocks the handcuffs from the back of the collar but relocks them back in the front. And he said, "The punishment is over now. Claim down boy! Let's celebrate for your joining as a slave of this hostel. Go and get the beers for us."
It's uneasy for me to walk with the leg iron chained to my balls. I want John to unlock the cuffs, or release me balls and the tit clamps. But I know I can't ask or I will receive more strikes. So I have to serve as ordered. Lucky, the handcuff John bought is not the normal one used by the cops. This one has a long chain with about a foot in length. So even I am cuffed and the cuffs locked to my collar, my hands can still move a bit hence I can work with my hands but with some difficulties.
I grab 2 packs of beers back to the living room. Jason's still recording. They are all laughing at me situation. John allows me to knee and take a beer. They keep feeding me with chips and nuts, like an obeying puppy. I keep serving them with beers and keep drinking for my own. I know I am completely become a slave of them. I don't know why I like what they have done on me, shave me, dye my hair, butt plug me, collar me, having a chastity device locked up my cock, cuffed me, even the ball gag and the ball parachute fasten to me, and striking me. I know these are some of the BDSM play. This is not a game but I like it. I really like it. All the scenes turn me on. Am I a born-slave? Am I born to serve? Am I like to involved in BDSM scenes? All the answers to the question are "Yes". Shit! What the fucking hell I am thinking! What a fucking piece of shit I am. I start to hate myself. But the more I think of my current situation, the more I want to receive. I like to be
humiliated. I want to be punished. And I want to see cock. Yes I want to see their cocks. Maybe I will try to suck them. Maybe I want them to fuck me. Who knows? But I want to serve them.
After drinking several rounds of beers, I have the urge to piss. So I get up from my knee.
"Where are you going, slave?" John asked.
"Sir! My bladder is full and I have to piss." I answered.
"No! Slave, you are not allowed to piss until we have finished up all the beers. Now go and get the remained beers." John said.
I have no other choice but to said "Yes Sir!" and follow his command.
I take the remained beers back and John hands another can to me.
"Sir! I am so full and I can't take anymore!" I said.
"You want to feel the paddle again?" John asked, "And I have already said that you are not allowed to piss until all the beers are finished. So if you don't finish you can, you can't piss. And hold on. If you piss right here, you have to lick every drop clean by your tongue. Understand?"
"Yes Sir!"
We don't take long to drink up all the beers. I know everyone must have a full bladder. Then John said "Ok, let's take a piss and have a shower. And we need a good sleep tonight."
We all head to the shower room. John unlocks my cuffs from my collar but not unlock my cuffs and leg irons.
"Slave, you can remove the tit clamps and the ball parachute. Then lay down on the floor. Do not piss without my order." John said.
It hurts much more in releasing the clamps and the parachute than when putting on. I yell out for the pain. They look at me and laugh with the camera still recording. Then they start to strip.
This is the first time I see their naked bodies. John has the most beautiful body and cock. He has no body fat but only muscles. He must have spent a lot of time at the gym. He has an eight inches cut cock. The tattoos on his upper arms made him very sexy to me.
Jason, also well trained, but thinner than John. He has a seven inches cut cock, and thinner John's. I think he should have the chest tattooed rather than the back shoulder.
Tom, similar to Jason. He's the shortest guy among the all.
Philip, a little bit chubby, but not bad at all. He has the fattest cock but uncut and also around seven inches in length.
Jim, has a similar body as John but not so beautiful. Also has an eight inches cut cock. He doesn't has much hair on his legs, but the tattoos are attractive.
Peter, shorter than Jason. He don't go to the gym frequently. His cock looks similar to Jason's too but uncut. The tattoo just above his butt perfectly match his butt.
Jeff, similar to Peter. But his butt is not as nice as Peter's even with the tattoo. But the one on his left upper arm is nice.
"Ok. We all piss on our slave in order to mark him! And hold your piss until we finished, slave." John said.
They all piss over me, from head to toe. The smell is strong. Even I have closed my moth, there's piss all over my lips and I cannot get rip from tasting their piss. I don't like the taste and I need to piss. My cock is still rock hard inside the cage.
"You can piss now, slave!" John said.
"Yes Sir! Thank you Sir!" I said as I start to piss. As my cock is locked inside the cage, so I'm not pissing all over my body. But only all over my crotch.
I am not sure if I really want to do this to the fag. But I know he liked being humiliated. I got the answer just by looking at his cock.
"Stay still until we finished the shower. And you have to clean up the place afterward, understand?" I said.
"Yes Sir!" The fag replied.
I noticed the fag keeps looking to us when we are showering. If his cock has net been locked up, he must keep stroking his cock. He hasn't done something wrong before. Only when I first met him, I like to take control over him. I don't hate him and I can say I have a little bit like him. But something is different. Maybe I'm born to top him and he's born to serve me.
Among all of the guys, I like John the most. Even he has humiliated me, punished me and hurt me. But what inside my mind keep telling me I like what he has done on me. I cannot stop from looking at his naked body. I want to touch his body, his cock. Maybe I should suck him too.
After they have finished their shower, I run the water to wash out the piss on my body and clean the place. Then I finally take a shower. I still have the plug inside me. I know John would not happy if I remove it. Anyway, it's been inside me for several hours and I have got used to it. So I just have it remain in place.
It's uneasy to have my shower with the handcuffs, especially for my back. But I get used to it. After the shower, I stand in front of the mirror and carefully look at myself. I am completely a new person. I like the image in the mirror. I like being locked by handcuff and leg irons. I like the little cage locked up my cock. I like someone take total control over me. But I found I need something on my bare skin, not the clothes but some tattoos. Yes, maybe I can ask John to design something as my tattoos. He has made an offer last night!
I go to my room and knock on the door. I wait for John's permission for entering the room. The doorbell rings at the moment and I can hear "Security check". John opens the door and allows me to get in.
"Sir! Where can I sleep tonight?" I asked.
Maybe John has not serious think about this question. He thinks for several minutes and said, "In the closet!"
So I remove the bed sheet, take the pillow and the blanket into the closet.
Even I have the idea in mind. But I have to make everything clear. I have to make sure that if the fag really like what has happened. So when he's approaching to the closet, I said, "Boy, I want to have a talk with you. Come over here!"
"Yes Sir!" He just drops everything on hand and approaches towards me.
"Sit down! Boy." I said as he responses immediately by sitting on the floor in front of me.
"Sorry Ray. I don't mean to hurt you. I am sorry to what has happened today. I don't want to treat you like that. But I don't know why, the more I did to you; I can feel that you got more excited. And your excitements encourage me to do more. It just likes a cycle."
"Sir! You don't need to be sorry!" He said. "I think you are right. I'm just a fag. When I first met you, you are so nice to me and I started to like you. But I was totally in shock once you found me jerking off. I can't control myself; I can't keep from thinking about your body. And now, I know what I need."
"Sir! When you first put on the collar, you scared me." He continued. "But now, I found that I need to be controlled. I think it's good to have my cock locked because I know whose in charge. These cuffs and irons restricted my movement means I am not a freeman anymore. I have to tell the truth. When I look at the mirror after shower, I found myself from my own image. Sir, this is what I want. I want to be your slave. I want you to take total control over me!"
"Are you serious, Ray?" I asked.
"Yes Sir! I'm serious. I want to serve you. I want to serve you all. Sir! I really want to be controlled by all of you. And I love you, Sir!" He answered.
"I want to know your feelings."
"Sir! As said before, you scared me at the very beginning. Later, I found that anything you did have excited me, even when you are striking my butt. But they really hurt. My life was so boring before and I can feel the pleasure now. Sir! I know I should have someone to take control over my life, and it's you Sir!" He said, "Sir! I just found I need to be tattooed. I want to have some tattoos on my body. Sir! You said you could design some tattoos for me yesterday. Sir! I am asking for them now. Sir! You have the sole decision to put on any tattoos on me to make me your slave."
"Ray! I like to control people. But this is the first time I take the power in such a way. I am not sure if I am correct. But I know something is different between you and me. I am not sure if we are a good match, I like to take control and you like being controlled. But what I can say now is I start too like you. I like to take control over you and like to get use of you. I like to humiliate you. The poor you become, the more I like it. I think we both need time to think carefully if we really want to have everything continue. Maybe we will have the final judgment on tomorrow morning. Now! What do you want?"
"Sir... May I... May I suck your cock, please?" He asked.
"Shit! What a fucking faggot. Then you don't need to think anymore, mother fucker." I said as I undid my boxer and ordered, "On your knee, slave!"
He knees as I pull his face towards my crotch. I strike his face by my cock then I ordered, "Open up your fucking mouth, slave! And taste your Master's cock!"
(to be continued)
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