Suddenly my car door is yanked open and I'm dragged out of the car by my arm. A second guy takes my other arm. The two of them pull me from the parking lot, walking to the house the while I swing between them. Along the way I lose my flip-flops and my bare feet are keep hitting the ground along the dirt path and this in itself is a form of torture. In the door we go, then they're dragging me up flights of stairs and down the hall to what I guess is Jeffrey and Matt's room. They drop me on the floor and leave me there. "Thank you, brothers," I hear Jeffrey say to them as he closes the door once they leave the room.
"Get out of those clothes, Mikey," he says to me. I start to get up but Jeffrey puts his boot to my back and presses me back down to the floor. "Stay down, boy." Common command . . . given to a dog!
"Come on, strip!" He kicks me, not too hard, but hard enough to get me moving. I slide my shorts off and try to use my feet to get them all the way off. Jeffrey takes his boot off my back but picks up the back of my tshirt and yanks it into the air, I start rising along with it until I hear a large rip, and somehow I manage to spill out of the shirt and land back on the floor.
"Roll over." As soon as I do, he snaps a pic of me. Matt is there as well, bending over me, holding a thick black slave collar which he manages to get around my neck then binds it shut leaving me not much breathing room at all. "Nice to see you again, faggot," says Matt who then lets fly with a couple volleys of spit, not caring where they land. He's barefoot and soon one of his feet is being rubbed on my face. "Tongue out, faggot. Lick it.."
"Spread your fucking legs, Mikey. How many times do I have to tell you to keep them spread!" Jeffrey shouts at me, obviously annoyed by my failure to keep them apart. I'm rewarded with a kick to the balls and even as I try to cry out, Matt sticks his toes in my mouth. "Lick and suck!" he commands. Jeffrey, meanwhile, is using his foot to kick my legs farther apart. He keeps tapping my balls with his boot.
"Roll over." Matt commands me. I do so. "Now clean these feet like the slave you think you want to become," he says, all the while spitting on the back of my neck while also lashing me with a thing strip of leather that stings a lot more than I thought it would. "Between the toes, faggot!" He holds his foot up with his toes separated. "Here, I'll help," he says. It does help. I get my tongue right between each of them, licking and sucking up my own spit from them. Matt is obviously pleased because he's stopped whipping me.
All of a sudden, everything stops and the two Masters back off. I'm panting, dripping with some of Matt's spit, and kind of shook up—not to the point of panic, but I definitely feel overloaded or something. Jeffrey gets down-right there, down on the ground with me and pulls me so my head is in his lap. He's touching me everywhere on my face, and then fingers are probing my mouth just a little. "SShhh!" he says. "Come down, boy. Calm yourself so you can give yourself to me."
Give myself to him? Huh? Never thought of it that way. It almost makes it seem like it's my choice to be treated like this.
But wait! It fucking is!!! I'm choosing this. I don't know why, but it's just the way things are. I choose to surrender my claim to being an ordinary man, or even boy. None of that. I'm whatever they tell me I am. "Slave," says Jeffrey as he puts three fingers into my mouth and feels my throat when they push down my throat until they make me gag. "Slave," he says again and fingerfucks my throat again, holding his fingers there while I keep gagging. My eyes open huge with terror. He backs his hand off but then smacks my face with it And spits in my face. Then rubs it in.
"Roll yourself over and nibble my crotch," he orders and helps me get on my stomach and bury my face in his jean-covered crotch. I have to work hard to make him feel any nibbles from my mouth up against the stiff denim.
"Whip the fag, Matt," he says, and I tense up. Jeffrey smacks the back of my head. "Get loose, faggot. Relax those muscles. Let loose. Take the lashes, don't fight them off." I try to relax. I hear the whip before I feel it like a tiny mosquito bite this time, then in different parts of my body and I press my face as hard as I can into Jeffrey's jeans while he puts his hands on my collar and pulls me in deeper. Somehow Matt's whip finds its way between the backs of my legs and actually bites at my balls and I scream out and literally jump up off the floor and into Jeffrey's arms.
He tries to soothe me by running his hands down my back, but it hurts when he touches me where the whip landed, here and there, and I'm a sobbing mess. I'm so fucking disappointed in myself to be acting like such a baby. I wanted to prove I could take a lot so they'll want to keep me. Shit. I was never a foster kid, but I bet this is what it felt like sometimes, working its ass off trying to make sure that the new parents would want to keep it around and not be too mean.
Good thing I was never a foster kid. I would have been tossed from place to place because no one would want to keep me. But fuck. This is real life. Jeffrey went to so much trouble to get me here and I'm probably nothing but a disappointment to him. Waste of his time. I just kept sobbing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I keep trying to say. "Nothing to be sorry for, kid," he says to me. "You are what you are. A newbie sub finding out how little you can handle. Nothing to worry about. We're good teachers. We'll get you right on track, faggot. So why don't you help me get these jeans off so you can get in there and lick all the sweat off my crotch. Lick all round, faggot. Clean your Master."
This all sounds scary but I find out that Jeffrey probably showered right before he left to pick me up, because it's really not very bad. Besides, I get a taste of his skin and I like it a lot. I might not be touch, but I can do slave's work on a Master's body. I don't have a lot of experience, but I've had enough to know how to use my mouth and tongue to give pleasure to a man. Pleasure that I'm denied. That's why they cage fags like me.
He spreads his legs and raises his butt up while pushing my head deeper into him. I'm at his taint and I salivate and then suck it up while running my tongue up and down that funny strip of skin. "On the cock, Mikey, get yourself up on the cock. Show me how you can suck cock. Lots of tongue, boy, lots of tongue."
Oh man, it's so awesome, Jeffrey's dick, even if I was straight I'd turn fag so I could get my mouth on this dick and feel its skin and know that this is the main reason that Jeffrey wants a slave for, so I treat it like it's part of the Master I'm madly in love with; I'm good at pretending, but actually, it isn't really necessary to pretend. I'm in love with Jeffrey already. I fall in love quickly and one Master told me I should always feel that way about any Master I'm made to service anyway and anyhow.
Jeffrey hits it home when he says "that's right, boy. show me what kind of a cock-hungry faggot you are, how all the guys in your school probably treated you like dirt because they knew you wanted their cocks, how one of the guys would hold you back and not let you shower with everyone because they didn't want you drooling over what their cocks looked like, but I'll let you drool over mine, Mikey, because I fucking own you. I let Matt own you too because Matt's a lot better at discipline than I am and I know it's important that I train you good and strict and with lots of discipline so you turn into the kind of slave we want you to be."
"Suck my cock, Mikey. Give away your secret that you're addicted to my dick. Suck it now and think about how awesome it will be the first time I fill your mouth with my piss, maybe after Matt's given you a real tough thrashing. I bet the pain in your slave ass will make you crazy to do something to show me how low, how sick you are for me. Yeah, faggot, that's what I think we'll do with you before this weekend is over. Good fucking idea, Mikey: I'll send you home with your belly full of my piss, and your roommate will be able to smell my piss on your breath."
I barely have any mind left right at this point when suddenly Jeffrey gently pushes my head off his dick and makes me kneel up and put my head back. I look up into Matt's face. He has a mouthful of beer—at least I think its beer—and he slowly lets it dribble down on me and I have to move myself so it goes right into my mouth. When it's all gone he spits in my mouth again, takes another hit of the beer, and starts feeding it to me again while his fingers seek out a nipple and almost pull it right off my chest. I gargle the beer he just spit into my mouth with my attempt to scream out in pain for the way he just tortured my nipple.
Slaps follow. Slaps and spits and hard hits while one of his bare feet finds my balls and starts playing with them. Meanwhile, Jeffrey is behind me and he's slapping a riding crop between my legs from one side to the other back and forth and it's really starting to hurt as well.
And right after that, Matt shoves his dick into my mouth and starts fucking my face. I'm surprised because he isn't being rough with me. He doesn't make me gag the way he did the first time he used me. Maybe Jeffrey said he couldn't. "Tighten your mouth, boy," he says to me and I get it as tight as I can while he has me using my mouth to jerk him off.
But neither of these guys seems all that interested in shooting their loads. They have other things on their minds, I learn.
"Ten hard cocks." That's what Jeffrey tells me. He takes me down to their lounge and has me bound to some table that has a lot of straps on it. Hands and arms and legs are tied down. My neck is in some kind of leather noose that can't be moved, so when it's closed over on me I can't move my head in any direction. I'm blindfolded.
"Keep that mouth open. When someone sticks his hard cock in your mouth, close it over it and use your tongue to toy with it. Lick off precum if there is any. Make your mouth tight around each cock. Ten hard cocks. That's what you get to taste now. I want my friends to know what it feels like to have that mouth service him. Each of them."
A guy steps up to me and he's waving his dick around and I'm trying to get my mouth on it but I can hardly move. "Two," he says. "Give the faggot two." And I'm lashed twice. "Now show my cock you're grateful that I had you whipped." And my mouth is assaulted so quicky that I gag right away and hardly get to use my tongue at all before he's had enough and backs away.
Another guy comes. "four good ones," he says, and they're delivered so quickly to my aching ass that I think there are two guys standing there, each of them hitting me twice, one after the other and I cry out. The minute I open my mouth a thick cock almost chokes me. It stays there a lot longer than I thought I could endure. Tears are falling down my cheeks and one of them lands on this guy's dick and I get to taste the saltiness of my own tears.
And so it goes. I'm pretty much sobbing all the time now and I have no idea when I've sucked ten of them but it's all died down now. Someone is running his large hands down my back and ass and legs, over all the places I was hit, and his hands feel so good that all the pain is turning into pleasure and I start moaning like a slut.
They untie me and take the collar from my neck. Someone very large lifts me up off the thing I was bound to and swings me over his shoulders cave-man style. He brings me into another room and unceremoniously drops me onto a bed. Jeffrey joins me and treats me to hugs and caresses. "I won't make you kiss me. Your mouth need a rest. I want to cum now so I'm going to fuck you. Get on your back and hold your legs up and over your head."
Wow. No clean up. Not much prep. A black dildo is lubed up and slowly shoved up my rectum and it vibrates and I feel like I might cum into my cage. It's removed and Jeffrey is there between my legs. "I want to fuck you now," he says with an emphasis on the word "fuck" in a way that makes it seem like he's bullying me. And sure enough, he does. All the way in and I'm raped and I'm glad he takes me this way. Perversely, I wanted to feel him hurt me in the most personal way possible, and as soon as I gasped from his invasion he spits on my face and then licks it off me. "What do you say to that, faggot?"
"thank you, Master, for taking me this way and making me yours." Even as I'm saying that I begin to worry that he will continue to hurt me the same way and I will have to safeword to stop it. But he doesn't. He withdraws from me completely, then puts his mouth to my hole and before long all the pain is gone and I'm pledging my love to Jeffrey "for as long as you still want to have me."
After that, he mounts me again, only this time he doesn't rape me but rather makes love to me and I'm crying tears of joy before he finishes up and sends me for a damp towel to clean his softening dick. "No reason to clean you, faggot. Let my cum leak out of you when it wants to. You can wash the sheets in the morning." After that, I try to sleep, my dick fighting the cage, my hole still throbbing and dripping. I bury my face in his armpit and somehow the slight smell drugs me and at last I sleep.
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