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This is part 1 of my story "The Subjugation of Seth". I'm still pretty new to writing for a site like this, so please be patient with me.
This is a work of fiction. Some of the situations and people are based on personal experience, or things I heard from friends. But by and large it is all my fantasies.
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This story is based on characters from my previous story "Company Retreat". I wanted to continue that story, but it seemed to me that I had already taken the idea as far as it could go. So I decided to write the continuation as a separate story, but using the same characters.
I recommend reading Company Retreat first, to get a better understanding of the characters. You can find that story here:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/company-retreat/
Once you've done so, you can skip down to the beginning of the story.
Ok, I understand that most of you didn't read my previous story. For these people, I present a "previously on". The way they do with TV series.
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PREVIOUSLY ON COMPANY RETREAT...
Seth is a quiet, closeted gay guy who lives alone. While on a mandatory company retreat, he is required to share a room with Alex, a sexy, good looking guy, who works in a different department of the same company. On the first evening, Alex gets drunk, and while Seth is helping him get to bed, Alex gets Seth to suck his cock.
The next day he reveals that he is looking for a submissive cocksucker, and Seth seems to fit the bill.
Once they're back at work, Alex uses submissive Seth for sex, frequently meeting him on an empty floor in the building.
One day, while waiting there naked for his Master, Seth is surprised by two strangers, who take him away, and have him gang banged. Before they finally let him go, one of them reveals that this had been done with Alex's consent.
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"I had no idea that Dave was going to do that," Alex tells me. It is a couple of days after my gang bang, and it's the first day I have felt strong enough to be back to work. We're sitting on a bench near the office, in the unofficial smokers corner.
"Dave? Is that his name? Is he a friend of yours?" I ask.
"He told me that it would be just him and a friend. Seriously. If I'd have known that he was planning something like that I wouldn't have agreed," Alex says
"He said that they want to do it again," I tell him.
"No way!" Alex says.
He takes a few puffs of his cigarette, and then says "But he told me that you took it like a pro."
"That's not true," I say. It was hard. I could barely walk afterwards."
I think of the sensation of being bent over the chair, a cock in both holes. And I remember how the crotch of my underpants was soaked with cum when I got home. Despite myself, my cock starts getting hard, and I adjust my trousers to accommodate it. Alex notices this.
"You enjoyed it," Alex says. "You little cumslut, you enjoyed it, didn't you."
I can't deny that I am turned on by it, so I remain silent.
"Well I guess he was right, and the time has come for part two of your education," Alex says.
"Who was right? What education ?" I ask.
Alex stubs out his cigarette, and gets up.
"Report to my home in thirty minutes," is all he says.
That's barely enough time for me to make an excuse for work, and get there, and I make it almost at the last second. As before, Master Alex makes me strip in the hallway. But this time he doesn't make me put on a blindfold before allowing me inside. Once I've stripped totally, and I'm standing naked in the stairwell, my clothes in a bundle, Master Alex allows me inside. He has an impressive array of buttplugs and dildos displayed on the table.
At Master Alex's instruction, I get on all fours. He removes my cockring, and takes a piece of rope. He loops it around my cock and balls in place of the cockring, then uses the ends to tie my balls separately. Then he chooses a large buttplug from his collection , and lubes it up well. I feel the tip of the plug at the opening of my arse, as he begins to insert it. As it goes in, it gets more and more difficult to take, and Master Alex has to force it up my arse. It hurts, and I groan and struggle, and it takes him a while to get it all the way in.
"From now on you will be like this all the time. Balls tied, plug in your arse," he tells me. "You're forbidden to remove either without my permission."
"What if I have to take a dump?" I ask.
"You ask me for permission," he answers.
We return to work separately. As I'm going up in the elevator I get a look at myself from the side. I can't help but notice that the way my balls are tied makes them more prominent. It looks as if I have a permanent erection.
I find it difficult to get used to the feeling of the plug in my arse. Every time I shift my weight, I can feel the plug in my arse. Every time I sit down, I find that I have to do it slowly, as the plug is pressed deeper into my arse, and it can be quite painful if I'm not careful. When I stand up, I feel the weight of the plug pressing against my sphincter. When I walk, I feel like I am waddling, and that everyone is looking at me, laughing.
Towards midday, my phone buzzes. I read the message that Master Alex sent:
"Go to the toilet in the mall down the street, film yourself removing and reinserting the plug. Send it to me."
I immediately set off as fast as I can, but after a few steps I find that it is hard to walk, with the large plug in my arse. It rubs against my sphincter, and after a while it is quite painful. But I persevere. Once I get to the toilet, I struggle to remove the plug. It hurts so much coming out, I almost cry out. Getting it back in is harder. The guy in the next cubicle must be baffled by the amount of groans and moans that I make.
While I'm struggling to reinsert the plug I get several messages from Master Alex, complaining that I'm taking too long. I make a valiant attempt, and manage to insert the plug, then I send the video to Master Alex. I hear the phone of the guy in the next cubicle chiming, and a couple of minutes later I get another message:
"Well done, slave. Now go to the next cubicle for your reward."
I exit my cubicle, and the door to the next cubicle opens. A man is sitting on the toilet, trousers round his ankles, playing with his erect cock, as I close and lock the door. Then I kneel in front of him, and I begin sucking it. He makes me work hard, stopping every time he feels he is close to climax, and making me lick his balls and arse.
I return to work. The day goes by very slowly. Every movement makes the cloth of my underwear rub against my balls, making me hornier than ever.
At the end of the day, Master Alex messages me that he wants another video of me removing and inserting the plug. This time it is a bit easier, and Master Alex praises my progress. It makes me beam with pleasure. He waits for me in the adjacent cubicle, and I suck his cock. After a few minutes of fucking my face, he stands up, and turns around, holding the cheeks of his arse apart so I can rim him. After I've cleaned him thoroughly, he allows me to finish sucking his cock till he cums.
This becomes a daily routine, with me required to send daily videos of the plug being reinserted into my arse. At the end of the week, Master Alex praises my progress, and I'm allowed to have an orgasm.
The second week starts off with me meeting Master Alex at his home. He removes the buttplug, takes another one from his collection, and after lubing it up begins to shove it up my arse. It hurts quite a lot, and I struggle to get free, moaning and crying as he forces it in.
"Don't be such a crybaby," he growls, as I struggle.
"It hurts. Please. It's too big," I plead.
"It's only 2 centimeters wider than the first one," he tells me. "Deal with it. We're going to do this until your arse is open enough for me."
The following day, Master Alex sends me to the mall toilet, to meet a guy he has set up.
The guy waits for me in the handicapped cubicle, which is bigger and roomier. He is short, bald and fat, with a huge bush of untrimmed pubic hair. He smells unwashed, and I balk at rimming his arse. He seems very insulted by this, and tells me to leave.
A couple of hours go by, and I get a message from Master Alex.
"Cuntface! Toilets. Second floor. Now." He seems angry.
When I arrive, Master Alex is already there, in one of the cubicles. He admits me, and I kneel in front of him. As I take his cock into my mouth, he slaps me hard. Then again, on the other cheek.
"Idiot slave! Cuntface! What makes you think you can refuse to service someone I sent you to?" he rages at me.
"I'm sorry. I-" but he won't let me talk.
"Shuddup! Suck my cock!" he commands.
I begin sucking it, doing my best to please him. Suddenly Master Alex lets out a loud fart, and I draw back my head. He glares at me, then grabs my chin.
"Did I tell you to stop?" he demands angrily.
Too scared to speak, I can barely shake my head.
"Well then?" He looks so angry, I am almost afraid to move. I begin sucking his cock again, expecting a slap at any moment. Instead, he grunts, and I smell the smell of shit, as he lets loose. I'm too scared to stop sucking his cock, even though I'm pretty much grossed out, as he grunts again, and I hear another turd splash into the bowl. The smell is rank, and indescribable. I feel my gorge rise, but manage to control myself.
Master Alex allows me to suck his cock till he floods my mouth with his cum. Then he pushes me away. I half topple over, panting as I fight to control my urge to puke. Master Alex stands and pulls up his trousers.
"I'll think of a punishment for you," he growls.
"Wasn't this my punishment?" I ask. I'm a bit surprised.
For the first time he seems amused.
"This? This was his punishment. My punishment will come later on."
He exits the toilet, leaving me panting on my knees. I'm filled with dread, fearing the punishment that I will get. My imagination runs wild, alternating humiliating and painful scenarios. But the worst is that I hear nothing from Master Alex.
After a week of silence and total disregard, I get a curt message, telling me to meet him at a large mall, which is situated on the outskirts of town. When I get there, I find Master Alex waiting there for me in the men's room.
"Strip. Remove everything but your shoes. Buttplug too, you're going to need your arsehole for this. Give me your clothes."
Once I'm naked, Master Alex takes a marker, and writes on my forehead. He takes a picture, and shows it to me. He has written "Cumdump" on my forehead. It feels humiliating, but I find it oddly arousing as well. I stand there naked, feeling a draft of cool air on my naked body. I have never felt sluttier. My cock quickly gets hard.
There is a row of three cubicles, and Master Alex directs me to the middle one. Once I'm sitting inside, I realize that there are glory holes on both sides of the cubicle.
"This is your punishment," says Master Alex. "You're going to sit here and suck cocks and rim arseholes until I decide you've done enough. Then I'll return your clothes and you can go."
I hear him moving away.
"I'll wait for you with your clothes, opposite the toilet," he says. And he leaves.
No sooner has he gone than a man walks into the toilet. He goes into the first cubicle, and unzips his trousers. Seconds later, his long white, curved cock comes through the glory hole. While I suck it, I hear someone else enter the toilet. This guy sees the two occupied cubicles, and goes into the third. The first guy withdraws his cock, turns around, and presses his arse against the hole. I glance to the other side, and see that the guy in the other cubicle is watching. I rim the first guy's arsehole as well as I can, then he turns back, and allows me to suck his cock till he cums.
As he withdraws his cock, the guy in the third cubicle puts his cock through the other hole, and I begin to suck it. I only realize that the door to his cubicle is open, when a third guy enters the cubicle alongside him. sit there with my mouth pressed against the hole, as they alternate turns fucking my mouth. They both allow me to rim them as well.
No sooner have they gone, when both cubicles are occupied by two other guys. I sit on the toilet seat, a cock in each hand, playing with them. At first I try to alternate between the two, but one loses patience, and whispers through the hole
"Gimme your arse".
I stand, put my arse against the hole, and bend forward to begin sucking the cock that is now in front of me. Brown, thick and quite long, I suck it as best I can, while the other guy begins inserting his cock into my arse. They spit roast me, till the guy fucking my arse lets out a groan, and pants loudly, as he pumps his semen into my arse. I disengage, arse dripping, and turn, so my arse is now presented to the other guy. He immediately shoved his cock into my wet, dripping arse, while I bend forward, and suck the dripping cock of the guy who just came in my arse. The second guy also shoots his load up my arse.
A couple of hours go by. Sometimes there are a few guys who use my holes one after another, and sometimes there are lulls, where I have nothing to do. I've lost track of the amount of cum I have taken. About five or six loads in my arse, and at least double that in my mouth. Sucking cocks through a glory hole is somewhat easier than being gang banged, I realize.
During one of these lulls, I hear a guy enter the toilet.
"Is anyone here?" he asks.
"Yes," I reply.
"Well, the mall is closing. You'll have to come out now."
"Ah," I say. "Could you please do me a favor? My friend is waiting for me opposite the toilet. A tall, blonde guy. Could you call him, please? Tell him I need his help."
"Tall blonde guy? White t-shirt, black jeans?" the guy asks.
"Yes, that's him," I say.
"Yeah. He's gone. He left hours ago," the man says.
"Oh. Well, could you please let me use your phone?"
It takes a couple of minutes to convince the guy to call Master Alex, but when he does, I hear the phone going straight to voice mail.
"Look, the mall is closed. Are you gonna come out? I need to clean the toilet," the guy says.
"Err... maybe you can help me?"
"What?" He sounds exasperated.
"I seem to be- that is- well, I have no clothes. My friend took them, as a prank, and now you say he's gone."
"Seriously?" The guy now sounds amused. I hear him enter the first cubicle, and stand on the toilet seat. I look up, and see a young guy peeking over the cubicle wall at me. He looks amused to see me.
"Do you perhaps have something I could wear?" I ask.
"No, sorry," he doesn't sound very sorry.
"Could you help me get home? Please?" I ask.
"I dunno. Maybe after I finish cleaning here," he replies. "Either way, you're gonna have to come out, so I can clean up."
With great reluctance, I unlock the cubicle door, and come out, hunched over, covering my cock with my hand. The guy looks me over. He is about average height and build, Latino looking. His head is shaved almost to stubble. He begins cleaning the toilet, sneaking glances at me every now and then. I stand in the doorway.
"Do you know that it says cumdump on your forehead?" he asks eventually.
"Yes," I tell him.
"So does that mean you'll suck anybody's cock?" he asks.
"I guess it does," I say, after a moment's reflection.
"So, will you suck mine?"
"I will, if you help me get home," I reply.
"I dunno. I have a ride, with two other guys," he explains. "You'll probably have to suck their cocks too."
"I guess I don't have much choice," I say.
He takes out his phone, calls a number. There is a rapid exchange in a language I don't recognize. Then he puts his phone away, and steps forward, unbuckling his belt as he does so.
I kneel in front of him, and begin sucking his cock. It is long and thick and uncut. He makes me swallow it deep. His crotch smells of unwashed sweat, with an undertone of piss.
After sucking his cock for some time, he turns, parts the cheeks of his arse, and I lick at his arsehole, and around it. The unwashed body smell is stronger on this side.
After rimming his arse thoroughly, he asks "Can I fuck you?"
"Yes," I tell him.
He sits down on the toilet in the middle cubicle, trousers round his ankles. His thick, muscular legs wide apart, and motions for me to sit on his erect cock. I sit with my back to him, my legs straddling his, taking his cock into my arse.
Once I am impaled on his cock, he begins to buck underneath me, fucking my arse. Suddenly the toilet door opens, and another guy walks in.
He is also Latino looking, but taller, with a full head of hair. He stands in front of us, looking in between my legs, watching as the first guy's cock goes in and out of my arse. Then he opens his trousers, and reveals his already stiff cock.
The guy fucking my arse spreads his legs wider, forcing my thighs apart. This gives the guy watching us a better view of the cock piston fucking my arse. I look at the cock in front of me. It is larger than the first guy's cock, also uncut. I lean forward, as the guy behind me fucks me, and begin sucking the second guy's cock.
A third guy enters the toilet, and watches us, playing openly with his cock. After a while the guy fucking me gasps and lets out a long breath, as he comes in my arse. I stand up, and feel some cum leak out of my arse, as I turn, and lean forward. A couple of drops of cum leak from the guy's cock, and join the puddle of cum from my arse, on the floor.
"Hey, man. What the fuck? I just cleaned up in here," he complains. "Clean up this mess!"
I turn to take the mop, but he grabs my hand.
"Not with that," he says, giving me a meaningful look.
I bend down and put my face to the floor. My arse is up in the air, and as I lick up the puddle of cum, the second guy shoves his cock into my arse. He begins fucking me hard. At the sight of this, the third guy cums, spraying his cum across the floor.
"Clean that up, too," he commands.
With the second cock in my arse, I crawl along, licking up his cum, as the second guy fucks my arse.
When all three have cum, I remind the first guy that he promised me a lift home. After a couple of sentences back and forth in an unfamiliar language, he tells me they agree.
We walk through the mall, the three of them talking among themselves in a foreign language, with me naked behind them.
A taxi is waiting by the exit. All three pile into the back seat, leaving me with no choice but to sit next to the driver. He looks my naked body over, then gives a double take when he sees what is written on my forehead.
"Do you know that it says cumdump on your forehead?" he asks.
"Yes," I tell him.
"So, does that mean you'll suck anyone's cock?" he asks.
"Yes," I reply
He says nothing, just puts the taxi in gear, and begins driving. One of the three pokes my shoulder, and when I turn he gestures towards the cabbie.
I reach over, and begin massaging the cabbie's crotch. He makes no move to stop me, so I unzip his trousers, and maneuver his underpants aside, revealing his erect cock. It is long, and not very thick. I lean over as we drive, and suck his cock. One of the guys leans forward, and helps me by forcing my face down onto the cabbie's cock.
I suck his cock for quite a while, as we travel through the dark night. There are almost no cars on the road, and only once do we stop at a traffic light. A van drives up as we wait for the light to change. The van driver honks. I look up, and he gives me a grin and a thumbs up. We drive off, and a few minutes later we stop outside my apartment building. The cabbie keeps me an extra couple of minutes, sucking his cock until he cums into my mouth. I swallow his load, then I thank them, and get out.
Luckily it is quite late, so I don't run into any of my neighbors. But only when I am standing outside my apartment do I realize that I don't have a key.
So back down I go, to find a public phone. Luckily I also remember my credit card details, and I can get an all night locksmith to come open my door.
I wait for him by the entrance to the building, and we ride up together in the elevator. He makes no remarks on my nudity. But once he is working on the door, he asks
"Do you know that it says cumdump on your forehead?"
"Yes," I say wearily.
It seems to me I've had this conversation too many times tonight.
"So...," he pauses.
"Get the door open first," I tell him. "I'll suck your cock inside the apartment."
The promised blowjob makes him work faster. A couple of minutes later, the door is open. I walk in. My clothes, wallet, car keys are on the dining room table. Master Alex was here, it seems.
The locksmith walks over to the sofa, and in one move he pulls down his trousers and underpants, and sits down.
I walk over, move the coffee table out of the way, and kneel in front of him. His legs are hairy, and he parts them, revealing his flaccid cock. It looks quite small, but as I suck it, it grows to a very respectable size. I lick his balls, and his taint, and try to go lower into his arsecrack. But he stops me.
"I've been up all day and night," he tells me.
This seems almost funny, and I tell him "Don't worry."
He allows me to rim his arse, scooting forward so his arse hangs over the edge of the sofa, allowing me better access. Eventually he pulls my head up onto his cock, and fucks my mouth briefly till he cums.
I am so tired, I barely have the strength to pay him, and see him out. It feels kind of humiliating to pay him after sucking his cock, almost like paying to suck his cock. But he seems to consider the blowjob as a bonus. Once he's gone, I collapse on my bed and fall into a deep sleep.
The buzzing of my phone wakes me up, a few hours later. I stare at the screen groggily, barely able to read the message from Master Alex.
"Slave. Report to my house at 08:00am promptly."
I barely have time to shower and prepare myself, and I get there with seconds to spare.
I undress, and stand naked outside the apartment, till I get a message from Master Alex that the door is open.
Once I'm inside, he calls me further into the house, and I find him sitting on the toilet. I kneel in front of him. He makes me describe in great detail everything that happened. As he plays with his cock I realize that he enjoys hearing about it, and I go into much more detail.
"I was away, on a hiking trip," he explains. "Eight days, in nature. No shower, no toilet."
My heart sinks, as I hear this. I know what is coming.
Master Alex stands up, turns, and spreads the cheeks of his arse.
"Clean me up," he commands.
His body smells musky and unwashed. His arse smells sour and ripe. There are flecks of shit in the hairs around his arse. I hesitate, and he reaches back, grabbing my head and forcing it into his arse. With no possibility of escape, I am forced to rim his arse, lick around his hole, and up and down the crack of his arse. It is the most difficult thing I've ever had to do.
After what seems like eternity, Master Alex decides it is enough.
"So, slave,"he asks. "What did you learn from your punishment?"
"That I don't have the right to refuse any man, Sir. That I have to service whoever my Master wishes."
"Very good, slave. Now suck my cock."
He pulls his foreskin back, revealing a buildup of smegma. When I hesitate, he stands, grabs my head, and fucks my mouth very hard, ignoring my struggles and gagging, until he unloads a huge load into my throat. I can barely swallow it all, and some leaks out the corner of my mouth.
Master Alex dismisses me, and I dress and head to work.