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.
By now you may have surmised that i am the submissive male in this story. i have enjoyed all previous emails and hope others will write. To all Masters, i am open to suggestions for future writings and any direction and demands that you may have for me to please you, Sirs. All of this has been an exploration of discovery and acceptance.
He parks at the curb in front of the store, and coldly orders me out of the van. "Get out and stand at attention until I get to you. Don't look at anybody, and above all don't speak. You are here to serve me. Remember, slave boy cock suckers have no rights. Understand?"
I nod my head, get out of the van and stand up straight, hands to my side, staring into space. He leaves me and goes inside. I am left not knowing how long I will have to wait for him, but he knows that he is playing with my mind and keeping me in control and submissive. To my relief, he returns after only a few minutes and orders me inside. "Follow me slave boy; two steps behind."
I am taken to the manager's office and ordered once again to stand at attention. "Yes sir," I say meekly. The manager notices my obedience, stares at me and then laughs. Then he asks my boss, "Can I help you?"
"Yes you can. I want to purchase restraints for my boy here. He wants me to be his master and to teach him to suck my cock!"
Hearing these humiliating words, I feel my face blush red and I lower my eyes. They both laugh and I am led to the back of the store to the display of hand and leg cuffs. Pointing to the back wall, the salesman says, "These restraints are all high security and designed to keep the prisoner or, in this case, your slave, from escaping." The first pair taken down have the cuffs linked together with a heavy hinge. When I see the gleam in my tormentor's eyes, I know that these are the ones. He laughs, "These look like what I want."
Getting in my face, he leers at me, "Turn your ass around and put your hands behind your back" I hear another laugh from the store owner as I turn my back to him and position my hands behind me. My shoulders drop as I let out a sigh of despair and humiliation when the cold, steel cuffs are locked on my wrists.
To the store owner he says, "Let's see how he likes them." Grabbing the waistband of my shorts and yanking them to my knees, he reveals my hard cock. I can't hide my throbbing cock. All I can do is let out a groan, "Oh No!" The cock ring he had put on me at home makes my cock and balls stand out even more. They both laugh at me, and the owner says. "Your slave boy really likes his new bracelets. He looks like his little cock is going to explode.
"Yeah, but if he does cum, I'll punish him when I get his ass back to my place. Grabbing the back of my hair and glaring into my eyes he growls, "So, calm down slave boy, and don't make a mistake that will make me angry and give me a reason to punish you."
Turning to the store owner again, he says, "I'll need a pair of ankle cuffs to keep this slave from escaping. Give me the ones with the two foot chain between the cuffs."
This time the store owner locks them around my ankles and says, "With these you can leave them on and still spread his legs to get at his cock and balls."
"That's just how I want him, wide open and ready. Now, I'll pay cash for these and you, slave boy can pay the man with your mouth."
As I look at him in disbelief, the guy grabs my arms and drags me toward his office. Once inside, I am shoved to my knees, hands and ankles still cuffed and my shorts still around my knees. He stands in front of me and unbuttons his pants. When he opens his fly and reveals his cock, it is already getting hard. He massages the shaft a few times and then groans, "Open your mouth you slutty little bitch and suck my dick. I need a good blow job so I can shoot a hot load of cum in your mouth for you to eat."
Feeling humiliated and angry for allowing myself to be used like this by a stranger, I consider fighting him, but I know I have no choice. So, I close my eyes ready to take his cock into my mouth. "Open your fucking eyes asshole and look at what you get to suck on." I draw my head back somewhat and focus on his cock. His six inches of meat is thickens as it disappears into a thick bush of dark hair. I take him into my mouth, sucking only on the head. He groans, grabs my head, and pumps his cock in and out of my mouth. "Oh you fuckin' slutty bitch. Suck my cock! I want to bury it in your throat until I cum." The humiliating rape goes on for several minutes as he jams his cock in and out of my mouth, not caring if I'm okay. Even when I gag on his cock, he stops only for a second and then batters me again. My saliva covers his cock and is running down my chin and onto his balls.
After two hard grunts and thrusts into my mouth, I feel his cock spasm and begin shooting globs of hot cum. I taste the bitter, salty mess and swallow all I can as it mixes with my saliva. He keeps pumping until his cock stops throbbing; then he holds his softening cock in my mouth while he calms down. Growling at me,
"Clean my cock and balls slave boy, so I can give you back to your owner."
I do my best to lick and suck the saliva and cum from his soft cock and balls, swallowing the slimy mess as I go. When he is satisfied, he shoves me away and walks out of the office. I am left to struggle to my feet and shuffle out into the store with my pants still down and my cock throbbing. I walk up to my captor with my head hanging in shame. He sees that my face is flushed and that I am trying to clear my throat with fresh spit, he slaps me hard across the mouth. As he degrades me, I taste my own blood. "You fucking slave. You'd suck a dog's dick if I ordered you wouldn't you?"
I blurted out without thinking, "Sir; NO SIR; I WOULDN'T!"
"I thought I told you to keep your fuckin' mouth shut, you CUNT!" Kicking me in my stomach, I drop to my knees, and he continues to humiliate me. "When I get your ass home CUNT, you're going to pay for what you just did, including sucking this guy's cock. Where do you get off sucking cock to pay for you debts. You'll be pleading for mercy before this night's over."
Grabbing me by my hair, I am force to stumble after him, out the door. Before he shoves me into the back of the van, he pulls my shorts off and makes me kneel on the floor of the van with my legs spread. He buckles a collar around my neck, and hooks the leash to the ceiling pulling hard on my neck forcing my head to the side. Then he grabs my cock, hooks a leash to the ring and pulls it down tying it to the floor ring.
Now I can't move up or down, but I will have to balance my self on the ride home so I won't damage my neck or my cock. Just before we speed off, I turn my head slightly to see the store owner laughing a my predicament.
"Turning back to me, he says, "We've got another stop to make, CUNT!"
All I have control over is wondering where he is taking me now?
End of Part 4. Please keep sending your comments to darkroad53@yahoo.com