This is the continuation of my story that finds a male confronted by his boss who discovers his submissiveness and is determined to enslave him. If you are offended by Master/slave sex, then go elsewhere; otherwise enjoy my wild imaginings and fantasy.
Minutes later he returns and grabs my cock again. This time I feel him slide a pouch over my cock and balls. Because my cock is still hard, he bends it painfully downward as he shoves it and my balls into their prison. Once my cock and balls are confined, he buckles a belt around my waist and draws the straps between my legs and around my waist; then he locks them together with the belt.
He moves in front of me and grabs my head pulling it towards the floor. "Bend over CUNT, and keep your legs spread. Your going to feel what it's like to get your ass worked over. I `m going to start with a good old fashion bare ass spanking." He slams his open hand against my cheeks, first one, then the other without pausing. "Count pussy!"
Not knowing where he wants me to start, I grunt out the muffled sound of me counting through the cock gag, which by now has caused me to drool as it tortures my mouth. After about ten hard slaps, I lose my balance and step forward. "Where the fuck you think you're going CUNT? Get back in place, now!"
Even though I comply quickly, he yells in anger again, "You fucking CUNTS never learn. I'll fix it so you can't move." After painfully slamming a bar against my ankles, he buckles cuffs around them. When they are in place, I cannot pull my legs together and cannot stand up straight. To add to my torture, I feel him clip a leash to a ring in the cock gag. Pulling it downward he ties it to the spreader bar which leaves me in an uncomfortable bent over position unable to move and at his complete mercy. "Now I can get back to brutalizing your ass. It looks like I've got a lot of training to do. You are far from being an acceptable slave who's worthy of sucking my cock."
As I try to maintain my balance, he torments me this time by slapping the pouch encasing my cock and balls.
The pain causes me to jerk upwards, but I can move only an inch or two. Then I feel him unbuckle the straps holding the cock harness on. When he rips off the pouch, my cock and balls are free again, and my cock starts to harden immediately. "I knew you liked this treatment, you fucking CUNT; your cock is already hard, and I haven't even touched you." Grabbing my balls and yanking them downward, he laughs, "How's this feel?"
I scream into the cock gag and my eyes begin to tear up. What have I done to myself? Instead of getting to suck a cock, I am being turned into a slave. I hear him laugh as he tortures me, and I know that I cannot escape. As he pulls down on my balls and wraps something around them, he says, "This is called a parachute. I can add weight to it the more I want to torture your cock and balls. And believe me, this is painful; so, do as I say, or you'll feel like your balls are being pulled off. I'm only going to add a pound of weight this time." His words are burned into my mind. His slap hurt badly enough, so I don't want to anger him further.
There can't be much more he can do to restrain my movements or to keep me quiet, so I prepare the best I can for what I know will be his pleasure and most certainly will be for my pain and suffering. I hear him shuffling things around, and I take the time to calm myself. He begins by rubbing a very slippery lubricant between my ass cheeks and then into my asshole, first with one finger, and then with two. "Relax, CUNT, and accept what's happening or it'll go a lot tougher on you. Let me help. Point your toes inward."
When I struggle to get into position, he loops a cord around first one big toe; pulling hard on the cord he turns my whole foot inward and loops the cord around the other big toe, pulling to get it into place. When he is finished, my feet are held in place, I can no longer clench my ass muscles together. "Now it won't be so hard to get at your asshole."
By now my body is racked with pain from being restrain in such uncomfortable ways, and I feel a panic beginning to set in. I know he is behind me, and when he grabs my hips, I grunt in fright. He begins by saying in a low, menacing tone, "I'm going to fuck you, CUNT! My hard, hot, cock and cum-filled balls are going to rape your virgin ass hole. Feel it CUNT!
Feel every inch as I shove it in your guts." Then he slides his hard cock between and up and down my ass cheeks covering it with the lubrication. I jerk a bit when I feel the tip of his cock touch my puckered asshole. Taking a firmer grip on my hips, he easily breaks through and into my ass with his cock, driving it all the way in. I scream around the gag, but can do nothing else, and he knows because he laughs again at me. "Don't worry, CUNT. You'll get use to it after the first dozen times."
He holds himself against me, his cock buried in my ass, his thighs against mine. Then he begins a slow rocking motion pulling half his cock out of me and then sliding it back in. I try to relax and submit to this rape since he is in control, and I am helpless. For several minutes he fucks me in this manner all the while calling me CUNT. Then he begins to fuck me harder slamming his cock and thighs into me and grunting and groaning. Reaching around my waist, he grabs my hard cock and begins to slide his hand up and down my shaft. As the sweat begins to pour from our bodies, I feel his cock get bigger as punishes my ass.
The harder he pounds me the louder his grunts are becoming, and I know he is near a climax.
With one last thrust, he slams into me and stops moving. Then I feel his hot cum being pumped into my ass by his thick cock. Then he begins fucking me again until he shoots all his load and begins to slow down. He slumps on my back, and I have to support his weight until his spasms subside. All the while he is massaging my cock, keeping me hard but not letting me cum. The humiliation of being fucked and masturbated while in forced bondage continues as his cock throbs inside of me for several moments. Then as it softens, he releases my hard, sensitive cock and pulls it from my ass.
Walking around me, he pulls off the blindfold, and I am faced with his slimy cock hanging inches from my face. Then to add to my humiliation, he takes his cock and rubs it all over my face. "Now you know who's boss, don't you?"
When I close my eyes and nod my head, he laughs, "Don't go anywhere CUNT. I'll be back for more later." Flicking the light off, he leaves the room without releasing me. I have just been raped, but he leaves me naked, handcuffed, gagged, and forced to remain bent over with my legs widespread. My ass is still painfully sore, oozing cum and throbbing. I moan quietly to myself because my cock is still hard and I know I will not get relief.
Part Two: ******************************************
Time is passing slowly. The restraints are tortuous, and I feel myself growing weaker by the moment. I know that if I fall, and he finds me, I will be punished again, so I try to maintain my balance. Then I hear the door open, and I see him coming towards me carrying some kind of metal box.
Grabbing me by the jaw and jerking my face upwards, he glares into my eyes and growls, "You're a fucking mess, you worthless CUNT, so I'm going to clean you up so we can have some more fun." Walking behind me, he pours lubricant on my bound hands and then shoves the handcuff key in to my fingers. "You've got thirty minutes to get free. If you do, we'll take a nice, hot shower and relax. If you don't, I fuck you ass again, only this time, I've got a big, black rubber cock that will punish your ass like nothing you've ever felt. Now get to work; the clock has started."
Before leaving, he places the black box in front of me and turns it on. It's a ceramic heater that begins throwing hot air towards me. Then, after turning off the lights, he leaves me in the dark, slamming and locking the door. I rest for a moment knowing that I must take my time because I know that if I drop the key, I'll never be able to get loose.
The more the heater runs, the hotter the air in the room becomes, making it difficult to breathe around the cock gag and making me sweat profusely. My hands are slippery, the cuffs are slippery, and the tiny handcuff key is slippery. I'm in a predicament, so I move slower. Once I get the small key between my thumb and index finger, I hold it firmly, but not tightly. Crossing my wrists, I am able to search for the keyhole in the left cuff. The key slides in easily, but my fingers slip off.. I take a deep breath fearing the worst, but I don't move until I feel again for the key. It is still in the keyhole, and I take it firmly in my fingers. I turn it ever so slightly until I hear the mechanism clicking. Suddenly the left cuff comes loose, and I can, for the first time in hours drops my hands and arms. My arms, hanging down in front of me, are weak and shaky, but I move as quickly as I can to unlock the other cuff, not knowing how much time I have remaining, and not trusting him to give me a fair chance. The heavy ball weight is next. I unbuckle the strap and it drops to the floor as I sigh in relief. I take a moment to rub my sensitive and sore cock and balls, but not enough to cum because I fear what he will do to me. When I remove the toe string, I can move my feet enough to get a better footing. Then I reach and unbuckle first the right foot, and then the left, freeing myself of the spreader bar. Now after a long torturous session, I can stand and let my naked body rest. Finally, I reach for the straps of the pecker gag, only to find that it has been padlocked to my head, and I do not have the key.
Without panicking, I fumble for the handcuff key thinking that I might jimmy the lock open and remove the tortuous gag. I work for several minutes trying to get the lock to open, but to no avail, and I know that time has to be running out. Surely he will not punish me for having only the gag on.
While I am still struggling with the lock, the door bursts open, and he is standing naked in the doorway slapping a whip across the palm of his hand. "So slave boy, I see you couldn't do a simple thing like getting yourself ready to be cleaned up. What the fuck am I going to do with you?"
Dropping to my knees, I look up at him pleading for his mercy. He just laughs and says, "You are a pathetic CUNT, but I'll tell you what I'll do. Drink my piss and I'll let you out of that thing. What do you say?"
Even though I know I have no choice, I hesitate, my eyes cast downward. Then, with a heavy sigh, I drop my shoulders and nod my acceptance of his terms. Laughing sadistically, he walks over to me and unlocks the gag.
After he throws it across the room, he grabs the back of my head and yells, "Put your hands behind your back and open up CUNT!"
When I close my eyes and open my mouth waiting for the inevitable, I am sent sprawling on the floor by a vicious slap across my head and face. "What the fuck are you doing? As he glares down at me, I try to figure out what I have done. Without giving me time to correct my error, he yells, " Get back on your fuckin' knees, CUNT!" I scramble into position, my breathing shallowed by fear. "Put your fucking hands behind your back, and keep you mouth and eyes open."
As soon as my mouth is wide open, he lets go with a stream of hot, salty piss that splashes in my mouth as I try to swallow as much as I can. The more I swallow, the more he pisses. When the stream begins to slow, he aims his cock at my hair, and then at my chest and finally on my cock and balls. "Now you really are a mess CUNT. Stay on your knees and follow me to the bathroom. You are going to give me a shower, and then we'll get you cleaned up."
He turns on his heels, and I obediently crawl behind him to the bathroom, knowing that even though I must keep serving him like a slave, for the moment it is not painful. Once we get to the bathroom, he turns and looks down at me, "Crawl over to the toilet, open the lid, and hold your pathetic cunt face over the hole."
As move my face into position over the open toilet, he growls, "Put your hands besides your ankles and don't move." As I wait to see what he will do, I hear the familiar metal clicking of handcuffs. This time he locks me into position, wrists to ankles. Then he buckles a collar around my neck and clips on a leash which he then winds around the back of the toilet and reattaches to the collar. I can still move, but not from the kneeling position or away from the toilet.
"I know you've had enemas CUNT, but this is a punishment enema that will remind you for a long time just who is in charge here. When you get to the point of being worthy of sucking my cock, you'll remember this day and appreciate me letting you eat me." He lubes my asshole again, shoving one, then two fingers in deeply. When he roughly pulls them out, he shoves in the enema plug, and I feel a hot liquid filling my bowels. As I look down at my abdomen, it begins to distend more and more until the pain sets in, and I feel like I am going to burst. When I am about to pass out, the flow stops and the catheter is pulled out. "You're going to need this, CUNT." Shoving hard at my asshole, he rams in what feels like a cock. My ass closes around the tapered end, preventing me from expelling the fluid.
Then to torment me even further, he slaps my ass cheeks several times and then slugs me in the gut. The pain shoots through my body, and I cry out. "Come on CUNT. You can take it. How do you ever expect to get to suck my cock?"
Right now, sucking his cock is the furthest thing from my mind. He once again has made it impossible for me to escape from his painful punishments, so I try to endure the cramping pain until his sadistic game is over. He leans down to my ear and screams, "Now CUNT, let's see how long it takes before I tire of this game."
He then stands up and pisses again, this time on the back of my head. I have no choice but to kneel there and let the hot, stinking liquid run into my eyes and across my face. I keep my mouth close so I do not have to taste it again. "Ahh; that felt good. Now we're going to play a little game called pleasure and pain, to keep your mind off that enema in your bowels and that plug up your ass."
Grabbing my cock , he begins to slide his hand up and down. "What's this CUNT?"
"Pleasure, sir."
"Right! Now, pain CUNT. How do you want it?"
Desperately, I cry, "Sir, I don't. Please, my guts are killing me. That's pain enough, sir!"
"No it isn't CUNT. You've got to get tough. Being a slave boy CUNT is hard work. Now, how do you want it?"
Knowing that there is no good answer, I say in despair, "Beat my ass sir!"
"Okay." Taking his bare hand again, he slaps me very hard causing the liquid to slosh around painfully. I scream in pain. "Sounds good CUNT!"
He returns to pumping my dick again. Though this feels good, I know what's coming. When he drops one hand, the other slams into my ass, and I cry out. He continues tormenting me for several minutes alternating the pleasure and the pain. By this time, I am almost hysterical. My body is racked with pain, and I am sweating again. He stops when I slump against the toilet bowl and my face almost drops into the water and piss in the bowl.
Seeing that he has broken me, he adds to his insults by jamming my face into the toilet water and holding my face under until I begin to struggle and scream into the bowl, "Please, please, sir. I'll do anything you want. Please, please stop."
Finally, he pulls my face out of the water and jerks my head backwards against the leash and glares into my eyes. "Now, you pathetic CUNT, it's time you learn to serve me in the shower."
End of Part Two - comments: darkroad53@yahoo.com