This story is generalized fiction with elements of real scenes included. Contains references to ws, authoritarian, and other m/m sex scenes.
Contains strong references to ws, authoritarian behavior. DO NOT READ if you are not permitted to read such material. Constructive comments appreciated to leathernvanillany@yahoo.com. FLAMES will be IGNORED.
Slave to Young Stud
How could I reconcile my double life? Monday to Friday I was the alpha male, corporate America type, running profit-loss projections, making deals, signing contracts for my fledgling e-publishing company. I never stopped running others' lives.
But like an underground river, I wanted someone to run my life: Master Robert, my weekend owner. I longed for him to secretly expose me, to show that my buzzcut wasn't just stylish but a precursor to a longing to be denuded completely and permanently of all hair, as good slaves must. I wanted to be paraded around the office, in my farewell, the end of Master Robert's leash attached to my dog collar. A septum ring defiantly and proudly on my nose. Nipple rings, too. All for Master Robert's convenience and torture use. I'd also hope he'd get me a PA; I'd proudly display that, in as large a gauge as possible, to my shocked employees. If we couldn't display me in person, perhaps in that video conferencing equipment I'd spent a fortune to set up. Or in videos delivered to each employee's desktop?
Master Robert was my stud owner, 25, tall, thick with muscles, a man who meshed completely with my need to be used. He knew his fetishes and he knew mine. No need to explain them, no bullshit. Just action.
We had spent the first part of this weekend at our usual activities: cocktail hour--hard liquor for him, straight piss for me. I body worshipped my master, concluding with a heartfelt, delicious, warm tongue fucking of his beautiful asshole. I gripped his round white butt cheeks for pleasure and positioning: doing so enabled me to open up Master Robert's hole and tongue fuck him more deeply. How could a scum slave like me deserve to give pleasure to this god?
Afterward, Master Robert dick fucked me with sounds, inserting the thickest object down my piss slit and lovingly masturbating me.
As he untangled from the piss, cum, rubber mess following the sounds scene, Master Robert undid the biting cock ring that had been digging into my ball sac during the scene. Before unshackling me he brought out a device we had only used once, but one I had felt worthy of. I felt it was built for me and defined me: the cb 2000 chastity device.
This piece of equipment gives an ultimate slave like me a hard-on just looking at it because it represents the ultimate in surrender. A stainless steel cuff fits around your cock, exposing just the tip of your piss slit, allowing you to urinate. The cock cuff, which erotically looks and feels like a second, masturbation-proof second cock, is attached to a real reconfigured hand cuff. Unfortunately I get so hard when Master Robert brings it out, he has to slap me repeatedly across the face, then go get a tray of ice. He then methodically rubs the ice on my cock to get rid of my hard-on, so he can then slip my cock into the stainless steel cuff. When my cock is in place and Master Robert turns the key to lock the device, I feel such a sense of order and peace. I do not need to come. I do not deserve to come. I am here now to serve my master. The rest of the weekend that is all I need to do. I need only be the slave/whore/pig I am. I am proud to wear this device. I look forward to the day when I can wear it 24/7.
The cock cuff and the dog collar will be all I will wear now for the rest of my time with Master Robert, unless he chooses to deviate. For now it is on to dinner.
At least a full dinner for Master Robert.
I had made arrangements from work for a full dinner from one of the city's finest restaurant's to be delivered at 8:00. Veal scaloppini and the works. I am to accept delivery in near nakedness, cock cuff and dog collar only, from the doorman. Even though Master Robert has handsomely bribed the doorman, I still find it embarrassing to appear with my new device before a stranger. But as the buzzer rings to announce the deliver, I remind myself how proud I felt just moments ago, and determinedly march to the door. The doorman cannot say a word, but we make eye contact. I let him stare at me and I cross my arms. He's probably getting a woody.
"Anything wrong?"
"No, sir, just sign here."
I step out into the hall, taking my time, finding myself loving the exhibitionist in me. Before taking the bag, I slide my hand down to my cock cuff, I rub it slightly, then touch the exposed tip of my penis.
"Busy night?" I say to the doorman, who is more and more curious at the sight before him. I draw close and whisper: "I've got to get back inside. But I'll let you touch it. Go ahead."
With that the uniformed man pulled his right hand out of his glove and ran two fingers down the stainless steel shaft. Then he rolled over my hairless balls. Then he took one finger and probed the tiny exposed area for my penis.
"Shit. I'm straight and I know you guys are gay. But that's really hot looking. Damn. Can I suck it?"
"Really fast," I said.
And he dropped to his knees. I got no satisfaction except to show off my new look.
"Gotta go, get one on the Internet," I smiled and licked him on the cheek.
I returned to the apartment and set up the dining area. But it was dining for one, at least on the table. The food smelled delicious and I was to get it on the service plates properly for Master Robert. I notified him while he was checking his email that all was ready.
I then prepared my dinner. I reached for my dog dish in the kitchen and pulled out a can of dog food and can opener. A large water pitcher, too.
I took my place next to Master Robert as he began his meal, the delicious smell wafting over me and making it even more difficult to open the disgusting dog food and put it in my dish with my bare hands. I knew I had to consume the entire can. Not only was it the rule, but I wouldn't have food for a long time. I took a bite and nearly spat it out. But it became mind over matter: I convinced myself that I was a slave; I was incredibly fortunate to be a slave to Master Robert; thousands of gay slaves would trade places with me; the dog food tasted better.
Also, I needed to finish when Master Robert finished his meal, so I began to chew more quickly on the sour, tasteless mass. He was finishing quickly, he announced to me, so I grabbed dog food with both hands and began stuffing it in my mouth. I needed to lick the bowl, so rushing became even more important.
My beverage was what Master Robert called a "Selfish Piss Cocktail." I took the water pitcher, and not having pissed for hours, I let fly. I filled most of the pitcher and as long as I had chug under the table, I could join Master Robert for coffee at the living room table. He made himself a cup and ordered me to chug my own piss. Knowing I liked poppers with piss, my loving master gave me two deep hits.
"That's dessert, dog. Enjoy it. Now I don't want a drop left or a drop spilled."
I washed down the dog food with more than a quart of my own piss. That's a slave's dinner.
We still had the bulk of the evening ahead when the buzzer rang and Master Robert's date arrived.
A real hot guy, more Master Robert's age, walked through the private entrance only available through the private garage. How could the arrival of my master's date signal the start of my night? Just a glimpse of Nick and Master Robert together was a treat.
Nick was a gorgeous toned, tall, leather stud, more Master Robert's age. I imagined they sucked and fucked all week long when I wasn't around. I never asked. I served a need for Master Robert and he for me on weekends. Nick did too.
As he arrived, Master Robert showed off my cock cuff. He and Nick then pinned me to the ground and roped tied my ankles and hands, carrying me into the master bedroom, where the leather sleepsack was laid out. They didn't have to tie me up to get me in there: I'd go in anytime.
The two place me in, feet first. Gradually they tied the buckles with rope so that I was totally immobilized, except for my head, for the time being. My cock cuff dangled outside a cock ring in the sleepsack.
Nick then stripped down, and he and Master Robert, pushing me aside like piece of furniture, began the wildest fucking session imaginable. I guess they turned on by torturing the poor pathetic thing next to them, or maybe they were oblivious, but I was both turned on and tortured. It was live pornography. I was entranced watching Nick lube up his huge 9 inch cock and glide it into my Master Robert's ass. Then fuck my Master Robert wildly, pounding his ass, both breathing heaving, fucking to exhaustion. My cock strained against its caging, but would, of course, go nowhere. Then to my wildest surprise, they switched places. Master Robert topped Nick, fucking him from above, glancing at me with contempt, even spitting at me several times.
Master Robert reached for the nearest piece of clothing, which was Nick's jockstrap. He shoved it down my throat. "Shut the fuck up; Don' say anything you mangy animal."
He slapped at Nick's ass as he orgasmed.
These two spent studs paused only for a moment. They got dressed in full leather for a night bar hopping, cruising, partying, scoring. They gave each other a final deep kiss for my viewing pleasure before plunging me into darkness by covering me with full leather hood and tying it tight.
But as they slapped my leather formless form and closed me in the room for hours, I was in heaven, too.
I'd want this picture to be distributed to my employees, too.
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