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I was never into leather or latex, bondage or masters. I was just a normal gay guy, switching on the gay sex part. More gothic than anything, wearing clumpy doc martens, black clothes, and floppy longish hair.
Thus said, I was forced into the lifestyle one Friday night by my own fuckin stupidness. They say curiousity kills the cats, but it can also enslave the slaves. Here's how i got my first master.
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Part Six
I woke, being slapped by the crop.
"Get up, 1031. I need to go to town, and want you in place before I go, so when I come back, I do NOT have to do anything, but relax."
He lead me through my morning rituals, and quickly put me back into my leathers once I had dried. When everything was locked tightly, I was lead upstairs to his living room. He had me kneel, and bend down over something, moving foward until my stomach and crotch was on it's flat surface only. My legs and head were hanging off of it. I then realized, I was on maybe a round footstool? He attached clocks and chains to my collar, and I knew I was not going anyplace soon. He clipped them onto my belt, and I figured they were wrapped around the entire stool, securing me down to its surface. He spread my legs, letting my knees almost touch the ground. He attached my thigh manakles to the stool now tightly also. Then, one arm at a time, he attached my arm band manakles to the stool, and then my wrists to a chain the went tightly underneath the whole thing to the other. Finally, to make me completely unable to move, he took my ankle manakles, while were tightly surrounding my boots, and lifted them up, hog chaining them to my belt from above with short links.
I was afraid to moan into my gag, so I just silently waited. I felt him slide a huge plug into my ass..... and suddenly he turned it on. It vibrated through my insides and was shaking my body some.
"Have fun. I'll be 4 to 6 hours. You just peed and shit. I put a small tube in your mouth around your gag. If you find it, it's attached to an IV type thing above your head. If you suck hard enough, you will get some water. Drink too much, you will piss in the leather, which you are chained down onto tightly. This will be uncomfortible, messy, and fuckin piss me off. Don't. Understand?"
I nod my head.
"I will keep the music on for you. Lay your head down, and even sleep if you can. Piss me off, and you lose the music. Piss me off further, and I will bind you in a way you won't be able to sleep next time. Understand?"
I nod my head slowler.
He swatted my ass, where the plug was, almost making me groan loudly. Almost. I bit hard into my gag, holding it in, shuddering. I heard him laugh, and leave.
I have told a few people about this before. They didn't see how this was that bad. Well, for the first few hours, it was kind of.. bearable. But soon, the way I was bound, and being unable to move, I started to hurt in so many places, no song being played could take me away anymore. The assault on my ass by the vibrating plug was shaking my brain apart. I had many moments of panic... screaming into the gag, and fighting the bounds, straining and pulling, and trying to get something loose. Nothing was movable, and I just ended up sweating, and hurting myself even more. After a brief crying jag, my brain was fried.
Five hours in, my head just hung limply now on the side of the stool. I barely heard the music, as I drifted off to sleep, I think. Most of my body was numb, and yet, screamed in pain. but, I just didn't care, as my ass still shook with vibrating action, sexually intruding into my senses and mind, along with my body. I just laid there, curled on the stool,tightly bound, shuddering, in my sleep.
I woke up with the sound of my lifeless boots thunking to the carpet. I shook my hood, and realized someone had just released my ankles, allowing my boots to fall to the ground. But, I couldn't move the useless limbs now anyway, for they had been locked that way too long.
"!031, How are you? Did you enjoy that?"
I went to shake my head yes, afraid to say no, and pain shreaked up and down my neck. I waited for a second, and then shook it anyway, biting into the gag for the pain.
"Nice. " I felt his heavy boots land on the middle of my back hard, as he must have plopped down in a chair. He was using me as his footstool. I started blushing under the hood, no idea why.
He turned on his tv, and watching it, flopping his boots back and forth on my back. I bit into my gag to silence my moans, trying to listen to the tv, my only chance so for for almost a month for any live news or entertainment of its kind.
Suddenly I heard his doorbell. He got up and walked to it, and answered. I heard it open and close, and he and a guest walk back in. He plopped down once more, and his boot heels came slamming down into my back like jackhammers. Before I could think, I groaned outloud through the gag.
Everything we quiet.
"Was... was that your slave?"
The tall man sighed. "I'm afraid afraid it was. He just decided his head will be closely shaved rest of THIS year daily. I hope he doesn't disappoint me more."
His friend laughed.
"Hmm. he does make me.. horny that way...."
With my head in total dispair now, hanging down floppily against the stool's side after hearing my hair was now not coming back for awhile, I cared not as he spun the stool around till my ass faced his crotch. He gripped the plug, and loudly yanked it out with a very audible POP. I heard his zipper going down, and just waited for his cock, which I new was coming, to be jammed in.
It didn't quite slide in, as it speared in, pushing me forward. Had he not been gripping my leathered shoulders, we would have been moving about on the stool's wheels. He slipped into a wild fucking motion, and used me like a cheap drunk whore he paid money for, and yet did not care about.
"Hey, can I join in?"
The tall man stopped for a second.. thinking. and gripped my hood. He yanked it up, and I felt only the gag unlock.
"Be my guest, Tom."
Tom. A man named Tom was his friend. A horny fucking friend now coming round to my mouth. My head was yanked up again, while my masters's dick raped my ass. The gag was pulled out and a second later a harden cock replaced it, sliding down my throat. He gripped my hood, holding my head in it tight, and face fucked me hard.
"You feel any teeth, hit him hard against his head."
Like a rubbery long doll caught in a wild surf, my body was yanked and fucked and pulled and pressed and shoved and slammed and stretched and scrunched and fucked in both ends, wildly, sexually, without thought of me or my needs. I was just living holes for their hard cum filled cocks, just aching to gush out into me.
I was used for them, and their needs. I realized, this was now my life. I had no needs. No desires. No wants. I had no rights. No say so. I was here for them. For him. I was, a sub. I was a sub.
end of part 6.