This story is generalized fiction with elements of real scenes included. Contains strong references to incest, ws, authoritarian behavior. DO NOT READ if you are not permitted to read such material. Constructive comments appreciated. FLAMES will be IGNORED.
I'd been learning about a dog's life for what must have been a few days under Chad's iron fist. Shackled, hooded, gagged, drinking his piss, plugged with a butt dildo that vibrated at his will, I hadn't seen light since he'd thrown me in his dungeon.
Yet I felt a serenity, a sense of place. I wanted to be here. I wanted to surrender.
"Billy boy, wake up," came Chad's even voice as his steel-tipped boots nudged my shaved balls as I lay naked, tied to the rack-like slab of a bed in his dungeon basement.
He undid the chains that kept my arms and legs immobilized against the steel rods of the outer posts. Then Chad reached in for the butt plug that had kept humming all night, so steady, so constant, that I had become comforted by its presence. He reshackled my wrists behind my back and yanked me by the collar around my neck, below the skin tight rubber hood he'd affixed on me just before sleep.
"I've got a special breakfast for you, my fucker."
He threw me to the floor, my naked butt cheeks landing on the cold concrete. As I recovered from the jolt, Chad brought out a device I'd seen at the club, but had never used: a piss funnel. He shoved the tip into the opening of my hood.
"A good fit, just as I thought. Very efficient these things. And you'll learn to drink all of my piss when I want you to drink it. But first some breakfast."
Chad then wheeled around, turning his codpiece away and revealing his always luscious butt. He tore open something, dumping it into a bowl with a spoon.
"Yeah, Billy boy, it's oatmeal. But you've never had it my way."
With that he pulled out his cock and, waiting for a few seconds, let the right amount of piss moisten the dry mix. He used the spoon to stir it up, and then, threw the spoon on the floor. He approached me with that wild look I first saw on the beach when he raped me on the way here. He kicked me in my nuts with his boots. Then in my stomach. As I reeled in pain he squatted next to me. He scooped the oatmeal/piss in his hand and shoved it down my mouth. As I resisted, he used his fingers to force it down my throat.
Before I could swallow one handful of the acrid mixture, down came his hand with another fistful. Then another. I had no choice but to take it.
"Now let's wash it down, my friend."
Was this the buddy Chad from work, who was mild-mannered, studious, diligent, trustworthy? All I had seen these past few days was a wild side that was incredibly hot. I wanted to be as wild, too. But my wild side was in reacting to him. His creativity at being a top was unbelievable. I just wanted to be near him.
Without even wiping the dripping oatmeal/piss from my lips and hood, Chad attached the piss funnel in my mouth, connecting the straps so that the funnel stood straight. In seconds he had his cock out and was filling the funnel, and a split second later my mouth, with his hot piss. I hadn't taken piss in this amount ever and it was shock therapy, but Chad knew what he was doing.
"Yeah, drink that piss, Billy boy, drink it, yeah, make your master proud, fuck yeah."
Encouraged by the praise I gulped it all down.
"One good deed deserves a good fuck, a fuck by me, of course," said Chad.
With that he turned around with that gun he'd used when he'd raped me at the lake. The gun that he knew terrified me. He smiled deviously and waved it... "Get the fuck over there... on the sawhorse, now mother fucker."
I jumped up and dragged my way, positioning my ass in the air, my heart beating like mad.
Chad followed in his boots and now half-executioner's hood, gun in hand. He had a bottle of poppers.
Here Billy Boy...how about Boy or Boi. Fuck yeah, I like that B O I, boi. Take a hit. I want you to relax and loosen up that hole of yours.
As he held the bottle, I took two deep hits and felt a combination of euphoria and terror. Chad brushed my face with the gun. "What you worried about, this silly little thing?"
He moved behind me, out of sight and ran the cold steel over my hairless head. He pointed at the back of ear and said "BOOM" as I shuddered and he laughed. Down my back, stopping at my kidneys. All around my legs. Even my feet. I dared not move.
Then Chad mounted me, but as he lubed up, he didn't enter me. He lubed my hole with his fingers. He placed his mouth right next to me ear.
"Fear is our most primal emotion isn't it boi? We can get very intimate when we drop all the inhibitions that hinder us 24/7. You don't want to live with that shit, do you boi? You were born to be you, boi. He continued to lube my hole. Then Chad said, "You have to trust me now, boi, you have to trust me? Do you?"
"Yes, sir, I trust you."
With that, Master Chad worked the gun up my ass, slowly. "You have to trust that I want to bring out your fears, and you have to let go of them, right boi?"
"Yes, Sir Chad."
I had never felt so intimate, so much in danger, yet so trusting.
He probed my ass with a loaded gun for at least a half hour. We talked and held the position in silence.
When he was ready to fuck, Chad pulled the revolver out of my hole completely. To prove he meant business, he fired a shot into the blacked-out window.
He gave me another hit of poppers, lubed up, and then plowed my ass. He came in buckets deep inside me.
I was utterly fulfilled.
He left immediately and had one of his assistants take care of me and throw me in a locked cage for an endless period of time.
Who was this guy with the great build, about my size, his face hidden, too, by form fitting rubber hood. He had no slave collar but wore a hot rubber harness and thong, showing off his tight ass, and nice leather boots. I knew Master Chad kept several slaves in training on his site, but could this be my creation, FuckWad? I kept an eye on him as he prepared to perform one nightly ritual, drenching me with piss.
As I prepared for my soaking I became more convinced that this was Fuck Wad, er Jeff, er Dad. "Talk to me; I know you're here for a reason."
He was silent as he rained his piss all over me.
"Please," I begged, during and after, "I know I sent you here, I'm sorry. Can't we talk?"
He stood rigid for minutes after.
"OK. I can talk. But I am not Fuck Wad. Training that you forced on me has changed things. I am Jeff, your father." He pulled off his hood, revealing the unshaven, scruffy figure I knew from the past. Sexy.
"And we've got and lot of things to set straight. But since I've got only a little time, you can begin to make things up to me right now."
Jeff then opened the cage, unshackled me and led me out. "I hear your new name is boi. I like that. He pulled off his thong, forced me to the floor and spread his ass cheeks in front of my face. I eagerly munched his butt, probing as deeply as I could trying to make amends.
Then, as if he knew the layout, Jeff grabbed me by the collar and pulled me to the sawhorse. "You deserve this and I'm going to enjoy every second."
With that he plunged his lubed cock into his son's ass for the first time. Deeper and deeper he went, pounding my prostate. "Boi, that's right, take it like the boi you are," he said. He fucked me like a wild animal and I received him with gratitude.
I could not believe the switch. It was wonderful. It felt right. It was deserved.
When he was done, Jeff said, "And Chad says by his judgment this is the way it should be. You will be serving me. We just need to work out the details."