Greetings sirs and fellow slaves, this is a true, real account of my progress into slavery. Under my Master's orders, I am to write a true description of myself and how it is that I developed an interest in slavery and ultimately sought out my Master to fulfill my destiny and become slave to one man, one Master, to service, to please, and to worship.
This slave goes by the name of "Kevin", but from this point forward will refer to itself as "it", for it is less than a man — it is property, it is an object, it is a slave.
Its physical properties are as thus: it is an Asian slave born to Chinese parents in North Carolina, but currently resides in Los Angeles county. As of writing, it is 5'10" tall, 150 lbs of lean muscle from one year of progress at the gym, and 21 years of age. It has been described as "handsome" and "sexy" by the men who has pleasured themselves with slave's body, and this slave believes itself to be objectively, fairly cute — the more reason to be objectified and used. Slave sports a shaved head and keeps its tan body and brown hole hairless and smooth save for a "shadow of pubes" by Master's orders. It likes to keep a well proportioned body, balancing its muscle size at the gym, and stays fairly skinny and slim. Oh, and its least important feature, its cock measures 5" when hard.
Its ideal has been, since it was a young boy, to build itself like a bodybuilder (though it only started its muscle building journey at age 20). It would love to be built, without steroids (since it would make its head look tiny and its face age rapidly, unfortunately — amongst other reasons) and become a true muscle pussy. Imagine a large, muscular man, very rugged, testosterone pumped, deep voice, who inside aspires to service and worship true men, alpha men, and their cocks. It wants to be a muscle-bound beta boy, who frequently is spotted wearing slutty, tight clothes over its completely smooth body, showing off its muscles for alphas, publicly exhibited and embarrassed for itself, showing its true beta, subservient and slut/bitch (cock worshipping) nature. It enjoyed, admired, aspired to be like bodybuilders... rippling muscles, shaved smooth, wearing nothing but a little thong hiding their little bulges, all on stage for other men to stare at, admire, judge, and get hard (especially now, knowing most bodybuilders go gay for pay or "g4p").
As the slave grew older and experimented with and found itself servicing more and more men, it began to develop a taste for subservience, for domination, and ultimately, for slavery. Since it began to fantasize about sex, this slave has always imagined itself as the sub, as the bottom to older, more mature, more dominant, more "male" men. Though slave acts fairly masculine, it sees itself as a lesser man who's primal urge is to serve more powerful men than itself. For as long as it can remember, slave has preferred much older, mature men, in their 40's, 50's and 60's. So much so that slave often fantasized about being a 12 year old boy servicing an older gentleman or daddy, fantasizing about mature men with young boy relationships (it had its first oral experience much later at 15, then its first anal experience at 16).Slave first started to pleasure these men in bed, in its first sexual experiences, getting a rush out of being the young boy being used by these horny older gentlemen. It loved the feeling of mature masculinity dominating it, sliding into its hole, making slave worship them, their bodies, their cocks. Slave soon found itself traveling down the road of submission, wanting more and more experiences with powerful men, with feeling dominated. Men who wanted to pleasure slave in return only gave it temporary satisfaction... it disliked receiving blowjobs more often than not, and the thought of topping another man never crossed its mind. It is a true bottom, a true hole — its cock having no important role in its service.
Slave felt a primal urge, a primal magnetism towards bondage the first time it experienced it. Since youth, slave had enjoyed being wrapped up tightly in its bedsheets or feeling confined in tight spaces or tight hugs, feeling its muscles push out and against its confinements, feeling the physical pressure. Then, it experienced bondage once during a time when slave experimented with escorting (slave no longer escorts — for spiritual and safety reasons). It was invited to a man's house, who asked slave to join him in smoking T (another activity slave no longer partakes in, for significant physical, spiritual, and mental health reasons). He didn't want to fuck slave, to slave's surprise, but instead asked slave to pleasure him by modeling his gear — a leather collar and leash, wrist restraints with a metal chain binding the two together, and large dildo modeled after a black man's cock. Slave found itself excited, not just due to the T, which had also shrunken its cock to a small nub, a quite pleasurable size for slave — magnifying its uselessness, de-masculinization (another reason why slave wishes to become muscle bound is to have a solid amount of "masculinity" to be de-masculinized, an inversion of a significant amount of what might be perceived as "alpha" energy into a significant amount of "beta" energy). In its inexperience, slave didn't know what to do with the leash, as so it pulled the leash to the back of its neck — tightly bound by the leather collar — and pulled it down its back, down its ass crack, hooking around to grab onto its shrunken cock like a cock ring. The entire ensemble looked like some type of backwards harness.
Soon thereafter, slave started to ride the big black dildo for the man's pleasure. It was much bigger than slave's preowned white 6" realistic dildo, and it took some time for slave to slide the shaft of the black dildo into its tight brown hole, all the way to the hilt. Slave felt so good to be filled, it had forgotten all of its disappointment at not being able to take the man's cock in its ass — this, this show, was much better. Eventually, slave took time to rest, and instead of having the dildo put aside, it stuck it in its ass, using the metal leash running down its back to hold it in place, tugging at its little dick even more, all plugged up with a big black dildo. Slave felt... right... excited... nervous but feeling like those restraints, that collar, that leash, that dildo, were all in the exact natural place they were supposed to be. Slave on its hands and knees, ass up in the air with that big black dildo sticking out, looking like it was finally in its natural environment. Later that night, the man slave was providing company to called up another escort to come in. This escort would find slave, bent over the couch, ready and prostrating itself to be used. The escort was ordered to fuck slave, and he did, though his dick couldn't get hard from the T — such a shame — forgetting the fuck, he was asked to piss in slave's hole but yet again could not deliver. Damn. All they could do now was watch slave play with that big dildo in its ass, plugged up, walking around with it between its legs — and they sure did. That night, perhaps in the man's intoxicated state of mind, slave was gifted all those things it wore that night... the restraints, the collar, and the dildo.
In later months, slave kept escorting, giving itself up to its clients, those men, doing what it was told, to bring them pleasure. But always in the back of its head, it thought about those restraints... those bindings... it was no fun to put them on itself... it wanted to be bound and restrained by someone else, to be put into submission, to have someone else take control.
Slave had up until that point been a paranoid little fuck, always asking men to pull out and dump their loads on its back on its in mouth... never taking loads deep inside of its hole, taking the essence of men in its hole like a good bitch would. For fear of HIV infection, it kept its risky behavior... a little less risky. It was fortunate enough not to catch the bug... for how many men it served. Then, by luck, by fortune, by research came along a little blue pill called Truvada, or PrEP, Pre-Exposure Prophylaxis. It is a combination, a two-punch, of retroviral drugs, previously used to lower viral loads of HIV+ patients in combination with other antiviral medications. When circulated in the bloodstream, it prevents the replication of the HIV virus, effectively preventing an HIV infection. It became for slave, like for many others, an avenue of freedom (though medical experts still advise protection in conjunction with PrEP: please research Truvada for your own health and safety!) It sent slave a little further down the rabbit hole.
With the first pill, shrouds of anxiety and fear dissipated, dissolved. No longer was the white ghost of infection lingering behind the back door of the mind, ever present, knocking, waiting to let itself in. Knots still remained in slave's chest, a little nervousness, a little taboo, a little rush — but all the better, what was sex without a little excitement, a little danger? Something else grew too, a primal urge, a need. Every time a man seeded slave, emptied his seed into slave's hole, its slave's boy pussy (working towards a muscle pussy), every time a man bred slave — a feeling began to grow. One part degradation, one part subservience, one part service, one part bitch.
It became a slut, heading to sex clubs, bathhouses, saunas... anything to take a load, to feel a cock. It scoured the internet... then found one site in particular geared to its cum dump interests: BBRT or Bareback Real Time. In its profile it was able to disclose whether it took loads (Yes!), that it was HIV- and taking PrEP, that it didn't mind HIV+ men with undetectable viral loads. The real gem was finding comfort in a darker, "seedier" corner of the internet, finding men who were comfortable with walking down below. It felt more raw (literally)... more honest and stable. Then, finding men who were interested in BDSM, bondage, something to test oneself with, to challenge with. Slave hit up a couple men, sometimes playing with T and finding itself bound up and tied up with guys who used. Bondage became addictive, it posted on its profile that getting tied up was a "requirement". One man with whom slave corresponded with recommended... no, ordered that slave create a profile on Recon.com.
Initially, slave stuck it in the back burner of its head... what was it going to find on a fetish website? It was getting all the bareback sex it could arrange and wanting to continue playing the game. One site was enough. But eventually... slave came back to it.
Slave had a long standing interest in becoming a houseboy... not too different from being an escort, even better in fact. Free rent, free housing in exchange for doing chores and walking around the house naked — things slave enjoyed. Some of those houseboy ads bled in with ads for live-in slaves. A little... or a lot more than a houseboy. A few steps downstairs, deeper into submission and service, one could submit itself totally to another man. Not just part time servitude... full-time... slavery. It wasn't sure what infected its brain, slave became enthralled, nearly diving into obsession. It surfed craigslist, corresponded through email, browsed ads, drooled over Mr. S Leather gear, window shopped for collars, gags, plugs, puppy tails. Craigslist posters weren't particularly... serious or committed, however. But then, click, Recon.com.
It made a profile, particularly surprised at the option to advertise its preference for master/slave "fetish". Hey, little by little huh? (Now having discovered several master/slave personals websites). It started to read blogs of gay male slaves, male masters, reading literature... some more casual, some much more intense and "religious". It started to address men on Recon.com as "sir", prostrating itself in text, applying submissiveness and respect to its words. It was a little startling... how comfortable it felt to speak to men like that.
Slave started speaking with several men... around 30 or so by day 3. Some wanted to Skype... slave obliged, guided by its urge to take orders, to please. But some just wanted to see... to observe, to watch and beat off. Giving meaningless orders... exercising power without control. Slave wanted all or nothing, to feel strung up with manacles in cold iron, caught in a web... powerless. Something to push up against having no freedom of movement. Feeling the pressure of a boundary right on its skin.
Slave would soon meet its Master... feeling compelled and drawn somehow towards only one man, one man to serve and give itself up totally to.
To be continued...
Slave will become Master's property in one week, heading to Maine to be owned totally for 9 days.
Please contact slave at its email posted above in the header, it will send all mail to its Master who will correspond with interested parties. Thank you.