Another complete fantasy...
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i really, really wish i had not gone on Grindr that day. i was bored at work, it was a very quiet day during reading week and i know i should have been working, but my, have i paid for it since.
i had a fairly vanilla' profile on Grindr, but i always looked out for profiles which either sought unreciprocated oral, or something heavier'. The profile which led me astray was a long shot, the age shown was 20 and i am 43, but the text said,
"Young and hard dom likes taking older faggots down a peg or two."
The picture was rather nondescript, a headless view of a torso in a t-shirt and jeans.
"Hi there," i messaged him.
There was no reply for quite some time, but about an hour later my phone buzzed and i read his reply
"Not sure that is an appropriate way to greet a Man, faggot."
My dick got hard immediately, and i replied straightaway.
"Sorry, Sir, that was disrespectful of me. Good afternoon, Sir"
"Better, faggot."
"Thank You, Sir. How may i serve you?"
"Face pic, fag?"
My dick was leading me by the hand down a dangerous road. i sent over a pic of me taken about a month ago.
"Not too bad, fag. Good job I like using older fags. Body picture?"
Again, i was led astray, and i sent this Man a headless full frontal shot.
"Far too much hair for a faggot. But at least you're in decent shape."
"Thank You, Sir"
"I don't do chat, faggot. You want to serve me, you get your faggot cunt over here. You free this evening, faggot?"
"Yes, Sir, any time after 6."
"Good. My flat is a tip, I could do with a faggot to clean it up for me. And if you do a good job, maybe I'll let you suck my dick"
Now, i wasn't sure that being an unpaid cleaner was really what i was looking for, but the thought of sucking on some 20 year old dick made me think again.
"Yes, Sir, thank You, Sir."
"Good. You will report here at 6.30. I'll send you the address at 6 with your instructions. If you don't show, you'll be blocked. Clear, faggot?"
"Yes, Sir"
With that, he disappeared. If I couldn't focus before, I certainly couldn't keep my mind on my work for the rest of the day.
At 6 on the dot, my phone buzzed again. After an address about half a mile from the office, the message said
"I'll buzz you in. I'm on the top floor. Outside the door there will be a clothes basket. Undress completely, put your clothes into the basket. Once you're naked, knock on the door and then go and kneel against the wall opposite the door, nose to wall, hands on head. Do not move until I tell you."
My dick was rock hard again. I left the office, put my bag in the car and left it in the car park outside the building and then headed to the address that Sir had sent me, carrying just my phone and car keys.
The address was one of the big tenement style houses behind the university. I pressed the buzzer and the door unlocked without any sound from the speaker other than static. i climbed the stairs and began to have doubts about this endeavour. Although my dick was still absolutely solid, my heart was thumping and my breath was shallow. And it wasn't just from climbing the stairs!
I reached the top, where there was only one door instead of the two either side that there had been on each of the other floors. As the message had said, there was the clothes basket sitting in front of the door. Feeling incredibly nervous and incredibly turned on at the same time, i began to undress.
My dick was still leading my actions as I stripped completely. I folded each piece of clothing in turn and put them in the basket, finishing with my boxers. Heart pounding, I knocked on the door and then padded over to the opposite wall. I knelt, shuffled forwards so that my nose was pressed into the wall, and put my hands on my head. I wasn't sure whether I should kneel up straight, but decided instead to spread my knees and touch my toes togther.
It felt like an age before anything happened. My dick had started to wilt and my knees were starting to ache. I was just wondering whether I should just get up and put my clothes back on, when I heard the flat door open behind me. I stiffened, both my body and my dick, which sprang back to attention. I heard movement behind me, and then the door closed again.
I had passed the point of no return, and now panic was beginning to be my overriding emotion. I could do nothing. My clothes had gone, I guessed, and with them my phone and keys. Why, oh why had I got myself into this?
It felt like another age before anything happened. And what happened was not what I had expected. I expected the flat door to open and Sir to come out and tell me to go in. But it wasn't that. What happened was footsteps on the stairs. As they grew closer and closer I got more and more nervous. Eventually, I realised two things. Firstly, there was more than one set of footsteps. Secondly, there was nowhere else they could be going except to the top floor where I was naked against a wall. What the hell was I supposed to do? I couldn't escape even had I had access to something to cover me, as I would have to pass them on the stairs.
The moment came when the footsteps were directly behind me. I wanted to die, I could not hide. I waited for them to exclaim on seeing a naked man kneeling on the landing. But that didn't happen either. The flat door opened, and the footsteps entered the flat and shut the door behind them.
What on earth was going on here? I thought I was coming over for a hookup with a little light roleplay and then onto my knees for a good intake of protein. Now I had been seen by at least three other people on show and naked. All I could think of on the positive side was that they had not seen my face.
I was thinking about how I was going to get out of this mess, when the flat door opened again.
"Faggot, crawl in here."
It was the first time I had heard Sir's voice. It was deep with a cultured Scottish accent. My dick hardened again and i struggled away from the wall and got into my hands and knees. I looked up at the flat door, expecting to see Sir standing there, but there was no sign of him, just the open door.
I crawled across the landing and through the open door.
"Shut it behind you, faggot, and get yourself down here."
The voice came from the room at the end of the corridor that I was now in. I closed the door, and crawled down the passage, past three closed doors on the left and one on the right. The only open door was at the end of the passage. I crawled into the room, not knowing what to expect.
The room was one of those large ones across the back of the house. It was light and airy, but very untidy. Sitting on a sofa were two young men, one with short black hair and the other with longer ginger hair. Standing with his back to the room was a third young man, again with short dark hair. The two men on the sofa were playing a game using an x-box and barely glanced my way as I waited just inside the threshold of the room, still on all fours.
"I am going to enjoy cutting you down to size, Dr Henderson," the young man standing up said as he turned round to face me. My heart was in my mouth as he said my name and I wanted to run away as I recognised him. Andy, one of the students in my tutorial group, was the dom who liked older faggots.
As if he could read my mind, he said,
"Don't think about trying to run away, faggot. I have your clothes, your phone and your car keys and you will get them back when I decide I have had enough of you. You want to serve. You are going to serve me and my flatmates here."
I was stunned and looked up at him stupidly. I could feel that my dick was betraying me by being erect and parallel with my body as I waited on all fours.
"You seem to have forgotten your manners again, faggot. Forget one more time and I will have to use my cane. What do you say?"
My mouth was dry with nerves and arousal, but i managed to force out a pathetic "yes, Sir".
"Now, faggot. You need to learn how to address me and my friends properly. When given an order you say yes, Master Andrew, Sir' if the order comes from me, yes, Master Scott, Sir' if he gives it," he indicated the other dark man, "and `yes, Master Michael, Sir' if it comes from him." And he indicated the ginger young man who looked up briefly from playing football.
"Come here and kneel, faggot" Master Andrew said.
I crawled over to him and knelt before him. From the small dining table beside him he took a thick leather collar which he placed around my throat. He took a small padlock, and i heard the click of it closing into the buckle. Another way I was in His control. Then he picked up a chain and attached clamps to my nipples. The clamps had rubber covers on them and were adjustable. He turned the screw until they were almost as tight as they would go and my nipples began to ache.
"Mouth open, faggot."
He picked up a gag from the table. It had a wide rubber ring which fitted just behind my teeth and forced my mouth open at all times.
Master Andrew took a step back, and took out his phone and took a picture of me stupidly staring at the camera.
"Over the table, grasp the other side tightly and spread your legs" he ordered.
I stood, and bent over the table where the implements that I now wore had been. I grasped the edge as tightly as I could, and spread my legs.
"Arse up and out, fag"
I moved to make my backside a better target. I was too stunned and shocked to argue. Partly I was scared knowing I was serving my student, partly the side of my brain which craved service and control had taken over.
A few seconds later I heard the swish and then felt the thud of a cane on my buttocks. I yelped, but Sir ignored me and the cane landed again. 12 times the cane landed and 12 times I yelped or gasped. Finally, it stopped and my arse throbbed and burnt.
"Crawl this way, faggot."
I followed behind him as he walked down the hallway, opening the second door on the right. It was the bathroom, which was filthy. The shower screen was caked in limescale, there was a ring around the bath and hair everywhere. The tiled floor was grimy and the mirror was smeared.
"You'll find cloths, sponges and bathroom spray in that cupboard," Master Andrew said, indicating a cupboard behind the door, "I want this room spotless and perfect. Any failure will be harshly punished. If you think what you just got was hard, you will find out they were just love taps. When you think you are done, you can crawl back into the living room and kneel with your nose and knees against the wall between the windows. Now, get on with it."
He went out and shut the door behind him. I looked at the filthy bathroom and knew that my life had changed forever.