In Chains
God, I've never felt this rough before. My head pounds, my mouth is dry as dust. I try to wipe my eyes and I can't. For a few moments I just lie back and try to engage my brain. I can't move my arms, weird. In fact, I can't move my legs either. Slowly my muddled mind ramps up, before kicking straight into emergency panic mode.
Where the fuck am I?!
I am spread-eagled on a mattress somewhere.
Naked!
Manacled to the corners of the bed!!
With a ball gag stretching my jaw!!!
Oh fuckerdefuck.
Yes, I've dreamt of being kidnapped to spend the rest of my life as an enchained slave. But I never wanted it to happen in real life.
Or did I? My cock is rock-hard in excitement at my sudden demise.
It is pitch dark in here -- a cellar? Pitch dark and dead quiet. As time passes my excited panic subsides somewhat, but eagerness and a nervous anticipation about what's happening remain.
I am Sam, by the way. I am 18, I'm gay -- what else is there to say? -- I wouldn't say I am a stunner, but I am definitely not hideous. I am a bit shy and my sex-life has been more fantasy than reality to be honest. I've only had real sex once, that was a one-night-stand a couple of months back that was, let's say, disappointing. I mean, there must be more to sex than a cock the size of a pencil stub poking your arse for a minute or two.
Now I remember, I went to G-A-Y last night, trying to get picked up.
A door opens suddenly and against the light I see the silhouette of a man. Tall, athletic. He flicks the light switch so that I can see him, tight jeans and T over a nice body. A balaclava is hiding his features.
"So you've finally woken, then."
The voice -- not unpleasant -- brings memories flooding back. There was this handsome guy who bought me drinks last night. Weird name that I can't remember -- something beginning with R. I liked him. We kissed and fondled for a while, then what ...? I haven't the foggiest what happened afterwards. Did he drug me and take me here?
"Welcome to your new home. I am afraid that you will be restrained for a while, until I can trust you not to try to run away. For now, you'll be my play thing. When I need to blow off steam, I'll know I'll find you here for me. When I am entertaining friends, I can share you with them. When I have better things to do, you'll wait here until I need you again. Perhaps in a few years' time, I may remove the chains and allow you to move around the house and serve me in everyday tasks, but only if you manage to please me in your current role."
I only really heard the words "in a few years' time, I may remove the chains". Years! Will I really be chained like this for years? Oh, Jesus!
"I am glad to see you look forward to that future as much as I do," he says as he squeezes my shaft - I am harder than I have ever been in my life.
"You will call me Master," he continues, "or rather, for now you'll think of me as Master. When I take out the gag and allow you to speak again, then you'll call me Master ... whenever that may be. Now, only one more thing to do," Master says as he produces a black leather hood from a cupboard. The stiff mask is pulled over my face and buckled securely behind my head. "There you go, ready to start a new life."
I hear the door slam, leaving me blind in the deathly silence.
I am shaking and breathless. I can't do this. I cannot live like this. Not with my face covered by tight thick leather, my eyes useless and my mouth gagged. How the hell could this be happening to me? How the hell could I ever have wished to be a slave? Why the hell is my cock still hard as steel? Am I shaking in fear alone, or is it excitement as well?
Time loses its meaning. Have I been here for an hour or a day? Does time matter if this is what the rest of my life is going to be like? It can't have been days yet, surely. The creak of the door opening.
"Come and see my new toy, guys." My Master's voice. Footsteps of people filing into the cellar, more voices, laughs. "Wow, you've got a real cutie there." "Looks like it's going to be a great night!" "Is he still tight, down there?"
The Master laughs, "... like a virgin." I blush, thankful that the mask is hiding my embarrassment. That is too close to the truth.
"Well he will be gaping after tonight." Raucous laughs.
Hands close themselves around my ankles and before I know it, I am folded double, my feet bound to the bed near my wrists. My arse is sticking up in the air, ready for the taking. Immediately my cock reacts to what I am sure is my imminent rape.
Fingers close themselves around the base of my tool. "Hung, as well. He has all the right assets, you lucky git. Where did you find this jewel?"
"He started to rub himself against my hip at the bar last night. I couldn't ignore him."
A slick finger is teasing my hole, wiggling, pushed in a little and pulled out, again and again. BANG! Two fingers rammed in to the knuckles. The gag cannot entirely stop my scream. "Oh my God, he really is a virgin!" The fingers, still buried deep, find my clitoris, or whatever it is in there that dissolves my belly in moist pleasure. I groan and stretch my back, trying to drive myself further onto the teasing fingers.
"That's it, boy, learn to love penetration," Master says, "it will be your reason to live from now on."
After Master's fingers finally pull out, I feel his weight pushing down on my thighs, his cock teasing my arsehole. Smoothly he pushes in, stretching my ring. Master is gentle, giving me time to adjust, always pushing me, but never more than I can handle.
"Just ram it in, man! He needs to learn to take it hard!" The audience get involved.
"No! You need to break him in slowly. A bad first fuck can ruin a slave forever."
Master just groans and leisurely ramps up the tempo. I feel his balls slap against my bum, his big cock driving into me with long languid strokes. He is stretching my gut deep inside me, but I can take it. This is what I expected having sex would be like. Without thinking, I straighten my back and open up for him.
"That's it boy. You're mine now and you exist to pleasure me."
His strokes come harder and deeper now. Hitting that spot. Filling me with ecstasy. Bracing against my shackles, I begin to ride up, pushing back to meet his long powerful thrusts. Oh God, this is good. I never thought it would be like this. Master's cock, deep in my belly, begins to fill me with hot cum.
"Jesus," he pants. "I needed that. A compliant body to fuck ... Who's next?"
The invitation doesn't fall on deaf ears, a new weight replacing Master. A short fat dick is rammed into me without delay, stretching my arse.
"Do you mind if I ...?"
While my arse is being assaulted hard, fingers fumble with the mask, opening a flap over my mouth. The ball gag is hooked out and before I can close my jaw, it is replaced by something else. A ring gag, my tongue tells me. Seconds later I feel a dickhead in the back of my throat, the bitter taste of cock. It is forced down my gullet and I gag, swallowing desperately to get rid of the intruder. My tongue wraps itself around the shaft, trying to push it out.
"Good boy ... Learn to deep-throat, slave."
"Is he trying?" Master asks, just as the head forces its way deep into my oesophagus. "Oh, he's more than trying," comes the reply.
He's fucking my throat now, cutting off my breath. I want to force him out, my throat constricts around the invader, my tongue tries to fight back. I struggle with my bonds to free myself before I suffocate, but nothing I can do will stop him. Just as I feel like I might pass out, the long dick pulls out long enough for a couple of breaths, before it forces itself back into my gullet. A couple of minutes later I have given up my resistance. The cock slides in and out of my throat at will. I am learning to enjoy the feeling of a man filling my mouth, proud that I manage to accommodate him, that I can open my throat and let him fuck it.
Suddenly it strikes me how much my life has changed. Yesterday I was a normal student, free to do what I want, and looking for my first proper sex. Now I'm a slave, spit-roasted by two guys, one pummelling my arse as hard and fast as he can manage, the other with his manhood almost down into my stomach. And I am not sure which life I prefer.
The guy cums in my arse and gets replaced by another. I take my first ever load in my mouth, savouring my first taste of cum. Another cock penetrates my throat. I lose count of the number of times I get fucked, pretty sure that my assailants are on their second or third turns. There are about five or six of them and I am beginning to recognise their dicks. One of the guys is so small he barely registers, a second is hung like a horse, making me fear that my arse might rip. But it doesn't and when he comes around again later for a second go, I am thrusting back against him hard, until he fills me so deep that it seems his monster is going to bump into Master's cock which fills my throat.
"Do you mind if I ride his cock," one of them asks, "or do you want first dibs on it?"
The gangbang has been going on for hours, the urgent hard fucks having made place for long slow screws.
"Go ahead," Master replies, "I can use him any time I want for the rest of my life."
My legs, stiff after hours folded over, are straightened out and chained up in their original position. If my manhood had lost any of its rigidity, it quickly firms up again as a slick wet tongue runs up and down the shaft. Somebody straddles my belly and, holding my cock, starts to push himself onto it. As my head pops into his arse, he swears, "Fuck, he's big!"
From the locker rooms I know I'm bigger than most guys, but that doesn't seem to trouble him much, as he twists and turns to make space sliding down my shaft. The warm velvet inside of his gut envelopes my cock. It is the first time I fuck a man, or rather a man fucks himself on me, and the feeling is astonishing. Bucking my hips, I meet his long smooth strokes, trying to shove my tool deeper into his arse. They've have been fucking me for hours, arousing me, and my balls are heavy with cum now. However much I want to hold back, prolonging the stimulation of my tool, I too soon shoot a massive load into the warm hole.
"Well done, boy!"
The guests left soon after I had cum and collapsed exhausted.
"You've made me proud today. For a first timer you did great and I can only imagine how good a sex toy you can become over time."
He snuggles up next to my chained body and kisses my gagged mouth before closing the mask over my face. Soon I feel the regular breathing of a sleeping man against my bare chest. I can't sleep. Not now, not during my first night as a slave. While they were using me, my mind was fully occupied with my arse and my throat. Now it finally strikes home properly. I'm a sex slave now, chained up for other men to fuck at will. Perhaps chained for years, perhaps for the rest of my life. The fear in my head is fighting the excited butterflies in my stomach. Soon I am hard again. It is the butterflies that have won out; I am a sex slave and I enjoy the degradation and abuse that they will deal me.
I don't sleep, I don't lose my erection either. I just form a pillow for Master and imagine how he will use me when he wakes.
The first notice I get of him waking is his hand cupping my balls, softly rolling them between his fingers. His lips seal themselves around my dickhead and Master starts to stimulate me with his mouth, playing the tip of his tongue around and under my foreskin. When my tool is wet with saliva and pre-cum, he swallows and slowly pushes down, my long, thick dick entering his throat until I can feel his forehead on my hip. With long strokes he slides up and down the shaft, gasping for breath every time my cock slips from his throat. I am panting as he bobs up and down faster and faster, screaming into the gag as I come, shooting cum deep inside Master's throat. He pulls away and a second load shoots high up into the air, a third lands on my chest. When I am finally exhausted, my cock loses its firmness.
Master licks the cum off my chest. "It's is very early Monday morning now and in a couple of hours I need to go to work and you have got lectures to attend." He undoes the straps behind my head and pulls away my mask. I look up into his handsome smiling face.
Rupert! I suddenly remember his name, something weird starting with R: Rupert!
He pulls the gag from my painfully cramped jaw and frees my wrists.
"Are you letting me go?" I stammer as my mouth regains the ability to move.
Master laughs. "You genuinely don't remember?" I shake my head. "Wow that is exactly what I hoped for, but I couldn't imagine it would really happen. On Friday, after too many WCKDs and tequila slammers, you admitted that you dream about spending years chained up and being abused. I thought I'd make it come true -- at least for a weekend."
He helps me to my feet and guides me up the stairs.
"You were so drunk by the time we got home, I hoped you'd forget all about telling me about your fantasies."
An hour later, he shows me, showered, fed and in clean clothes, out the door. On the front step he pulls me against his broad chest, wraps his arms around me and kisses me gently.
"Come over tonight?" He asks. "I'll let you sleep in my bed." He bends over me and whispers in my ear, "unless you prefer to sleep in chains."
THE END