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.
Part 7 My restless sleep is suddenly interrupted when the door to the basement room is opened and the lights turned on. I look up to see all four fully clothed men standing near my cage. My boss tells the other three, "He's yours until morning. I'll be back after I've had a chance to contact his old friend who dying to see how he's turned out." I here him laughing as he leaves the room, "Yeah, turned out.!"
One of the men unlocks the door of the cage and grabs my leash, "Come on out CUNT." With the cock gag in still in my mouth, I cannot speak; instead I moan loudly shaking my head, "NO! NO!"
"Shut the fuck up, CUNT! Your boss left you with us and told us to use you. So, first things, first." As I kneel on the floor like a dog, another of the men reaches for the cock gag and removes it from my sore, piss tasting, smelly mouth.
I immediately show my gratitude, "Thank you sir. Thank you. May I please have something to drink; my mouth is so dry." The third man walks over to me with a bottle of water and says, "Sure, CUNT! Open up, CUNT!." I gladly prepare to drink down the water when I watch him pull his cock out of his pants. "Slaves drink piss before they are rewarded with water, so swallow it all, CUNT!"
Once again, I obediently open my mouth and choke down the salty, acrid piss while the men stand around me laughing. When he is finished, I am handed the bottle of water, and I hurriedly chug it down. "Thank you, Sir! Thank you very much!"
When I hand the bottle to one of the men, another one comes toward me with a black leather hood that has rings, laces, and straps attached to it. He slides the hood down over my face and cinches up the laces so the hood is fitted tightly to my head. Then he pulls another strap under my chin and locks it to the back of the hood. Next he buckles one of the heavy straps around my neck like a collar and applies a padlock. The hood has eye holes, but these are now covered with a strap that is buckled around the back of my head. The small holes by my nose are left uncovered, but my mouth hole is covered by a perforated strap that is also locked to the hood. Once it is in place, I am deprived of the full use of my senses, very little hearing, no sight, and barely little air. This feeling is agonizingly claustrophobic because I have even less control now; I'm isolated and confined like never before. Since it is difficult for me to hear, a leash is hooked to the collar around my neck, and I am jerk to my feet. Another jerk forward, and I know to follow obediently. By the feel of the floor under my feet, I know that I have been taken to a room with a concrete floor, and the temperature is several degrees colder. One of the men grabs my head and pulls off the leather ear coverings allowing me to at least hear what is going on. "Stand right where you are and don't move unless you are told." I acknowledge their order by nodding my head. Cuffs are strapped to my wrists, my arms are raised over my head, and locked to chains suspended from the ceiling beam. As I stand flat-footed, I moan quietly as my legs area spread apart and the bar is again locks to my ankles. I am completely at the mercy of the these three sadistic men totally unaware of what is going to happen to me. I feel one of the straps on the hood being loosened, and in seconds, I am able to see again. The three men are dressed in black leather chaps that fully exposed their semi-hard cocks and heavy balls. Their hairy chests are bare, and each one holds something different. One has a riding crop, one has a leather flogger, and one has a leather belt with the word CUNT written on it. They are all smirking and slapping their instruments on their hands. "You're in for a rough time, CUNT. We are going to see how much you pain you can take before we break you." I immediately begin shaking my head, "NO! NO!" and whimpering inside the confining hood." Their response is, "Fuck You, CUNT!" The strap covering my eyes is once again put in place. Even as I keep shaking my head and writhing against the chains and the bar, I feel the belt cut into my ass and the flogger crash into my cock and balls. The pain is almost unbearable as I jerk forward and backward wishing I could plead for mercy. Another belt blow lands on the backs of my thighs as the flogger cuts into the front. I hear my own screams that are muffled by the hood as I breathe as hard as I can through the tiny nose holes causing my chest to rise and fall with each breath. I am not given any rest. One of my torturers grabs my cock and hit the head with the riding crop. Next come several blows to my nipples. I fight against the chains and bar, swinging the heavy, hot hood that torments me as much as the men. "This CUNT is moving around too much. Get those cords." what I feel next is forward and downward,.not allowing me to move more than an inch or two. Then I a loop being cinched around my cock and balls. Once it is tight, they are pulled downward, and I feel the cord being tied to the spreader bar. With the two cords in place, I am even more immobile than before. All I hear is, "Beat him!" Then the flogger, belt, and crop all begin to inflict their pain. I feel every nerve ending in my body being attacked and brutalized. As impossible as it is to move, I fight the restraint and scream into the hood. Over and over the men beat every inch of my body until I slump like a wet rag. I feel my eyes fill with tears and no where to go but inside the hot, heavy hood. The beating stops, but I get no relief from the chains, bar or cords. I am left to endure the aftermath of the beating. My arms and legs feel numb, but gradually my body's nerves begin to calm, and I wait submissively for whatever is to come. The strap across my mouth is release and a tube is shoved into my mouth. "Drink CUNT." I suck the cool, refreshing water trying to relieve the horrible discomfort of the beating and the hood and hoping that they will let me drink all I want. I gulp down as much as I can, but the flow is abruptly halted by one of the men, and he asks, "What do you have to say for yourself, CUNT?" "Sir, thank you for the water, but please don't beat me anymore. I'll do anything you want. Please, Sir, Please!" All I hear in return is laughter from the three men. "We don't give a fuck about what you want, CUNT. Your boss told us to do whatever we wanted, and we intend to use you until we're satisfied. Get it in your fucking head. Just because you fucking whine and cry doesn't mean we'll stop. Your ass is ours." This time the chains holding my arms are pulled upward until my feet are no longer touching the floor. As I dangle in the air, my mouth is covered by the strap again. The cord cinched around my cock and balls is released as is the cord holding my head. Then I am left for a few moments, spread eagled and vulnerable, with no chance of escape. While I am feeling sorry for myself, both my nipples are grabbed roughly, and I feel them being clamped. When they are left go, I feel the painful weight attached to the clamps yanking on my nipples. I react by groaning and shaking my head, NO! again. Then my cock is attacked. I feel clips biting into my tender ball sac. Pin after pin is clamped tightly and painfully until it feels like I'm on fire. Then my drooping cock is attacked by more pins. The pain is excruciating, but there is nothing I can do. I struggle in mid-air, trying to get use to the searing pain. I can't imagine what else they can do to torture me until I feel my ass cheeks being pulled apart and some kind of thick lube being applied. I feel fingers invade my ass as the lube is spread inside. "This CUNT really has a tight hole. He'll have to be loosened up before we fuck him. Get me that rubber cock on the stick. I want to use it on his ass hole." What I feel first is the rubber cock being rubbed around the opening of my ass. Then without warning, one of the men begins to shove its head past my sphincter. "Relax, CUNT, or this thing will rip you open." I grunt hard trying to relax as the rape begins. The cock is pushed and pulled, in and out of my ass several times, but I cannot get use to the unwanted invasion. I feel my eyes once again tearing. My body is racked with pain, but I am not shown any mercy by the men. When the pushing and pulling stops, I think the rape is over until I feel myself being lowered toward the floor. What this does is drive the cock deeply into my ass. The cock is held in placed by the pole attached to it, and I am impaled, unable to move. Then the painful beating begins again. I feel every biting strand of the flogger as it tears into my flesh. I scream into the torturingly hot hood, but it does no good. Over and over the flogger lands on me, on my back, on my thighs, on my chest, between my legs. "Oh please, please, stop." Then, just as my head slumps forward again, and I am ready to black out, the beating stops. This time I don't think I can recover and endure anymore torment. But these men, these Masters are very experienced. They know how far they can push me; then they stopped. They didn't let me go unconscious. They want me to feel all the pain and discomfort they could inflict. I am left to hang, impaled on the cock for several minutes. The weights on my nipples have left them completely numb; my arms and legs are lifeless, and the pins on my cock and balls no longer hurt. But, I cannot escape. I plead for relief, but I know that I am at their mercy, so I wait in despair, hoping that at least my boss will return and take me away from these sadistic men. The first sign of relief comes when I feel the hood being removed. All four straps are loosened, and the laces opened so it can be pulled off my head. The rush of fresh air causes me to take a deep breath. I don't wait for a prompt from the men this time. I blurt out, "Thank you Sirs. Thank you." "Take it easy CUNT. We're not done with you yet." Though my eyes are bleary, I see one of the men approach me with the riding crop. He taps me on both sides of my face and pulls on some of the pins, making me wince and whimper. But I can't stop him. He steps back, swings the crop through the air, and lands on the end of one of the biting clips tearing it away from my cock. I scream, but he continues, one pin at a time. He tries to hit each pin as hard as he can so he can inflict the most pain. My screaming and pleading for mercy only fuels his sadistic fire. This is more painful than anything they have done to me. I scream and scream for mercy each time a pin is torn off, and the blood returns. When the last one is gone, he sticks the shaft of the crop in my mouth. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WHINING LITTLE PUSSY!" His anger is directed at the weighted clamps on my nipples. He roughly grabs both at once, twisting and pulling while laughing at my agony; tears and drool run down my tortured body as I breathe heavily trying to endure this punishment. With one, last, hard pull, the weights are torn from my nipples as the pain registers in my brain. I am slumped over, just wanting to die. As I try to recover, my body is raised, and the cock is removed from my ass. Finally, I am lowered to the floor, being told to stand still as my arms and legs are released. Once I am free of all restraints, one of the men throw me a blanket. "This way, CUNT." I follow silently and obediently, not knowing where we are going or what is going to happen to me next.
End of Part 7. i am the submissive male in this story. All of this has been an exploration of discovery and acceptance, and 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. To all fellow submissives, let me know also of ways Masters can use, train, and punish their slaves. darkroad53@yahoo.com