I stayed away for nine months. The only reason I was able to last that long was because of what happened one night. I had ended sobbing over the knees of a feisty red-head named Tristan. After he had broken me, he made me spill my guts, and I told him everything. About how I'm new here. About how I ran away from home because I had wrecked my reputation. About getting locked up in a cell that time and wanting it more now.
###Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 28: When a Master questions a slave, it must tell its entire story, withholding any humiliating details. ###
Master Tristan told me to forget about getting locked up. "Masters use slaves for their pleasure," he told me. There's no fun in locking you in a closet for a few days unless there's another sub around to give me pleasure. After all, all that time you'd be locked was time when your holes and your tongue would be out of commission. The whole purpose of your holes and your tongue is to give pleasure to your Master, not to be hidden away unused under lock and key."
###Sub Protocols: Rules for Bois. Number 85: Anything that keeps a slave from serving must be eliminated.###
He locked an iron collar around my neck and make me wear it to one of the darkest clubs in that city where he bound my hands, feet and neck in iron chains. He beat me with a strap until I was sobbing while everyone looked on, then the guys lined up, one after another, to fuck my face and my pussy. He insisted I called it my pussy even though I fucking hate that word. How could I object? I was chained up and he was holding that vicious strap.
###Sub Protocols: Rules for Bois. Number 110: The Master has the right to feminize His slave however He wishes. Number 110b. The Master names the slave's hole, usually as a cunt or a pussy. The slave surrenders all rights to name it otherwise.###
He told me that if I did anything to embarrass him (!!! As if I wasn't constantly being degraded and humiliated), he would turn me into a public urinal. He knew how much I feared that, but as long as that was off the table, I'd be perfectly happy to be used like a common whore by anyone he wanted to give me to. At least I can say that all the time I was with him, he was the only one to piss down my throat.
God, he turned me on, Master Tristan with the red hair that I got high licking clean—his pits, his pubes, his balls, his taint, his asshole. Almost every night we weren't at the Dirtbox—the name of the club where he would chain me up—I would eat him from head to toe. He had three other boys who would come sub for him, and after he was done with them, he started teaching them how to give pain to a pig like me in a way that kept me suffering for as long as possible before they used me.
Number 104: A sub is must truly a slave when it's forced to serve other subs or slaves.
I must admit that we had some great times together, me and the Red Master—which was how I thought of him in my own mind. He knew the secret to my heart; he was so good to me when I wasn't naked and getting beat. I damn near fell in love with him despite the fact that he repeatedly warned me to keep my emotions in check. He continually reminded me that he didn't treat me so nicely because he cared for me but because he knew it was the secret to making me into a total slave.
Tristan, like many fictional Doms, was filthy rich.I got to see many different areas of the country. We always travelled first class. I got to experience life as a slave in the best dungeons of many major cities, especially in California and in Minnesota. Fuck, he even took me to Disney and we stayed in the honeymoon suite of the best hotel there. I had just turned 21 but he treated me like a thirteen-year-old child and dressed me accordingly. Nonetheless, this didn't stop him from ravaging me every night whenever he was in the mood. Sometimes he would go pick up hitchhikers and bring them to our room so they could use me as well.
The Red Master became the Red Menace once he realized that I was falling in love with him despite all his warnings not to. That was pretty much the end of things. Despite all the pain He trained me to take, there was no pain more horrible than the pain I felt when I realized that he had started to lose interest in me. He had warned me this would happen, but the warnings had no power over my emotions. He started giving me to friends of his not just for a few hours at a time but for what eventually became days on end.
One time I got a message to him begging him to take me back after he'd given me to a Master friend of his who put me out at hard labor on a friend's farm for over two weeks. He replied that he would let me "come back home" only if he could start burning me with cigarettes and train me to eat his shit.
I never saw him again. Maybe they were only idle threats, but they achieved their purpose. He broke my heart but in light of his recent demands, I recovered more quickly than I thought would happen. Nonetheless, Tristan being Tristan, he had made prior arrangements with Major and Cab for them to stage a "kidnapping." He had me chained up in some warehouse back in New York until at last they both "broke in" to "rescue me from the traffickers" who they said we planning to sell me as a slave in an African diamond mine and I would never be heard from again. I was terrified. I really believed that was what was going to happen. Damn, I was so fucking gullible!
Back "home" again, Cab convinced Danny to hire me as a waiter at the Central after his previous waiter went away to school. I worked in a slave collar and stripped to the waist except for nights when my flesh had been marked by some punishment or other. Needless to say, the mostly older patrons quickly caught on to the fact that whenever I worked in a t-shirt I'd been beaten the previous night by one Dom or other. A couple of them would lift my shirt so they could see the evidence. Those same customers tried to convince Danny to make me work naked "like the slave he is," but Danny wouldn't consider doing anything that might end up getting the place shut down.
Instead of that, he invited them to come by any night after the bar closed, because I always had to clean the place after hours in the nude and they could watch me. Danny had fired the night janitor; the slave could do the work without getting paid for it. As it was, all my wages went to Cab because he was the one who housed me and made sure I had enough to eat. As long as the place was officially closed, Danny didn't care what I wore or didn't wear when doing my work. Suited me just fine. I never stopped getting turned on by having to be naked around men who had their clothes on.
I actually developed a taste for serving older men. For one thing, it reinforced the idea that as a slave, I didn't have the right to only serve hot Doms. As time went on, more and more I got used by older and less attractive Masters. For another thing, those evenings usually ended with some pretty sweet cuddling. And none of them were into watersports; I was pretty happy about that.
Also, I didn't end up crying as much when serving most of the Daddies and Grandpas Sure, there were a couple of sadists in the crowd but for the most part none of them really got off on making the faggot slave cry like a little boy. What a relief! After all, I cried plenty around Masters Jack, Major and Cab. And they never got tired of making me sob before turning me over to others who got to use me while I was still all broken up.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading about my life as a bdsm slave. Masters Cab and Jack were the ones who ordered me to put this all in writing as a way of displaying myself to Doms and Masters who would never have a chance to use me in person. "You have no right to be hiding what you are," they would always tell me. In the past I had tried to run away from my shameful reputation. Now they've taught me to embrace it, to surrender any possible reason for pride. Pride, they taught me, only serves to make a slave like me miserable in the long run.
And so, that's all I can say. I hope my story has brought you some pleasure, Sirs. If any subs are allowed to read these pages as well, I hope they will help you become everything that you're meant to become. Thank you for your attention, Sirs and bois.
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My next story will be entitled "Dave's boi julian" It will start getting posted in October 2024.
Rob
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