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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-27	Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2024 22:46:17 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - Chapter 27 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 27 Aubie was heading down to UNC in the fall. He received an athletic scholarship for gymnastics, and seemed really excited to go but sad to leave, which it seemed was a common feeling for a lot of seniors. Master GREG and Aubie were spending a lot of time together, but I was surprised that my master did not seem more disappointed about Aubie's leaving at the end of summer. He seemed involved with Aubie, but not attached, if that makes any sense; which is something I could never seem to manage. Even though Master Greg was busy this summer, he made a lot of time for me between work and Aubie, and I truly settled into my role as his property. I had managed to get a room on campus for the fall, and I think we both were looking forward to the opportunities that could offer. Things were calm, which was a change from the normal school year, but I got into nights in Master Greg's attic, submitting to his every whim limitlessly. I was completely content seeing my future through the lens he created and focused for me. Part of my typical uniform was a chastity cage to which Master Greg held the key, an old white jock that was more grey than white, a necklace with a small round plate that indicated "property of Master G", and a bracelet that said "Property of G-Man" on the underside, that I would flip over when my parents were not around. That along with my tattoos made me look like a kinky sub whenever I was undressed. I knew what I wanted. What I would accept from the world and my relationships was strange and unusual, but I couldn't see how that was wrong. It worked for me. Master Greg's and my relationship did not require him to be limited to the varieties he craved, and I was happy to be controlled and limited by him as he saw fit. I couldn't imagine not being controlled by him, and used for his gratifications. I noticed he liked testing me, and while I always tried to perform well, I don't think he minded my failures and weakness. I think my weakness powered him in some ways, which allowed me to feel safe in my inferiority. Master Laith was spending most of the summer in Marblehead at his family's beach place. He'd had a job there every summer for years. It was with a boat company, and I think he'd had a real affinity for boats since he was a young kid, so he always looked forward to his summers there. It was early August when I was at Master G-Man's house when he announced, I'm going to Marblehead for two weeks before school starts. Greg was able to get out of his summer job here, and Laith had arranged for him to work with him at the boatyard there for the last two weeks of summer vacation. I was really happy for my Master, as he actually seemed excited, which I don't see with him often. Plus, it would be chill with Laith, and might take his mind off of Aubie leaving early next week for North Carolina. I was honestly happy for him, but wondered what I'd do all alone for a few weeks. "Any projects you want me to work on while you're gone Sir?" I asked inquisitively. "Bitch, you don't think that I'd leave you on your own while I'm away, do ya? Your a horny faggot whore. You'd only get into trouble." He stated matter of factly. For a second, I thought that I might be going with him, but then he explained, "Tack will be in charge of you while I'm gone. You are to get all of your normal permissions from him and you'll take all of your orders from him while I'm gone." I looked at Master G a little surprised. Maybe I was a little worried about how young and careless Tack was, but it also made him unbelievably Hot. "Tack's parent's aren't overly aware of what he does, plus his room is in his basement with a side entrance, so he said he wants you to stay there most nights." I had a surprised look on my face that I couldn't hide, and Greg looked at me almost challenging me to question him. I stopped myself from asking anything directly about Tack, and decided to rephrase my concern, "What do you think I should tell my parents if they ask me or forbid me to stay out?" Master Greg was surprisingly calm as he explained, "You take orders from me, not your parents. You belong to me. You are mine, do you understand that cunt?" I nodded affirmatively, taking in the full gravity of his words. "And while I am away, Tack speaks for me and you are his bitch property until I get back, you got that?" "Yes Master" I croaked, and to let him feel my submission, I kneeled at his feet and began to kiss and lick his sneakers. A few days later Master G left for Marblehead, and I reported to Master Tack's house as directed at 6:00 with a backpack containing necessities I might need for the night. I knocked on the cellar door and heard Tack holler for me to enter. He looked so dirty-hot sitting there on an old worn couch, shirtless with only a dirty jock and sweat socks on. His tight smooth angular body (some might call it skinny) looked hard and powerful, with thin compact slices of muscle mounted everywhere, and striations visible at every curve. His face looked peaceful now, but generally it was dangerously hot, with pale skin framed by dark hair. I took a few steps in when Master Tack redirected me, "Kneel and crawl faggot. Show your newest and most powerful Master the respect he deserves." Brave words, but then Tack seemed fearless. Crawling to him I looked up at him like a puppy, thinking it would be best to await directions. He was definitely in no rush as he had me rub his feet and massage his shoulders as he played video games. Then I was sent to pickup food for him at a local deli and bring it back. While he ate I laid at his feet, continuing to massage them. "Are you hungry fag?" He inquired. "Uhhhh huh" I responded affirmatively, the toes of his left foot still in my mouth. Chewing his sandwich, he leaned forward, pulled my head up and pushing my mouth open with his thumb he spit his partially chewed food into my mouth, leaned back and took another bite. Finishing chewing the food he gave me, I tried to taste his spit in my mouth, trying to remember the taste that signifies him, my Master Tack, and file it away. As I swallowed, I acknowledged, "Thank you Master." Over the next two weeks, I'd estimate that half of the food I ate I received in the same manner. Once fed, Tack's sexual appetite rose. Dragging me by the hair was not necessary, but Master Tack loved to exhibit power. He dragged my face back and forth across his dirty smelly jock, and I could tell he hadn't showered today, because his sweat was mixed with dirt. The sweaty alpha mix on his skin got into my nose and then my head and made it spin and I began licking and sucking desperately on his skin everywhere. "Damn faggot you are so Hot for my body, aren't ya?" He laughed. Again I responded "Mmmmmm HHmmmmmm", my mouth busy working at the moment. He let me fag out on him for a few minutes before he took a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back hard, spitting across my face, then he punched his hard cock into the back of my throat and began a blow job by choking me on his hard cock, my throat spasming on his rod as it suffocated me. My own dick was growing harder and harder, and began to leak in my shorts as he continued to show me who was boss with his powerful manhood. I was choking on the outside while I purred on the inside as he settled into owning my body. Using his right foot he planted his sole on my pecs and pushed me back onto the floor. I looked up and he used the heel of his foot to deliver a few jabs to my abs, I think just to let me know who the alpha was here. Sliding off of the couch he straddled my chest, letting his ass cheeks surround my nose, he settled in as his musky ass covered and suffocated my nose and mouth. He continued taking jabs at my midsection with his fists, not to devastate me, just to keep me in my inferior position. "Work fag" I heard him say as he continued taking jabs at me. His scent was totally consuming my senses and my tongue ventured out to taste him and pay homage to the dominant being above me. Before long I was desperately inhaling and eating his ass, cleaning his sweaty hole and having his scent burned into my memory as I worshipped him. My dick spasmed and showed my excitement at being exactly where I wanted to be as he rode my face, like he was in the saddle of a race horse. The pressure became more intense as he upped the pace and I know his pile driver of a cock must have been solid as steel by now. I allowed my hands to slide up and begin to explore his body. I don't know if I'd be allowed to get very far, but I knew I'd find out as I ran my fingers over his tight thighs and up to his waist and along his obliques, loving the feel of his muscles and their hard surfaces and curves. With a sense of urgency, Tack was up and off of me, pulling me by my hair and throwing me back first into a sitting position on the couch. Moving on top of me he scooped up my legs and pushed my knees to my chest, my neck now bending in a 90 degree angle as my back was on the seat of the couch and my head against the backrest. He pushed his cockhead to my hole and more as a statement then a question said, "ready bitch" and before I could make any indication to him either way, his cunt buster was driven into me to the hilt. I screamed out and he reached for one of his grimy socks laying on the floor and balled it up, shoving it in my mouth. "I don't think my parents are home, but I don't want the neighbors to report a rape" he said as he looked down on me and redoubled his efforts. Tack's pace and intensity were crazy now, and I wonder why he seemed so driven to brutalize me like this. I wondered if the intensity we had in Marblehead is the only speed he knew, but I realized it was not my place to say or even understand why he prefers what he does, so I got back to my sub headspace again, mumbling through his sock, "I belong to you, I am yours. I belong to you, I am yours." He didn't understand what I was saying but he looked down at me from his position as he continued clouting my hole with his stud cock. He could see my pain and the absolute stress on my face and he started asking me, "Do you like that you fucking whore? Do you like a man using you like this you worthless faggot?" he yelled. I nodded my head yes as a few tears rolled down my face. "How does this compare, you cunt, huh?" he demanded. Not knowing what he meant, or what he wanted to hear, I just shook my head affirmatively as he continued to destroy my hole. His smile became even more sadistic as he asked, "So this is better?" I nodded yes enthusiastically, following the path I'd already begun, answering a question that I didn't understand. His smile got scarier, and he panted between brutal thrusts, "Is this - - better than - - when Ash raped - - your pussy - - you fuckin' - - cunt?" And though I thought he couldn't possibly up his intensity any further, he did as he continued his last thrusts gutting me from the inside once again, owning me as I began to sob for him and he filled my insides with his precious seed, and I spit out the sock and cried, "yes it is better, it is so much better Master." After he was done with me, he allowed me to worship, lick and clean his indomitable body on the couch while he came down from his physical climax high. "Do you need to use the bathroom fag?" He asked. "Not yet" I answered, but Master Tack redirected me, "go now". When I got back from the bathroom he locked my hands in straps and hung me from the rafter in the basement. "Bitch, I'm hanging you all night from the ceiling. Do you know why cunt?" He spat. "Because I went with Ash and allowed myself to get raped Sir." I said tentatively. Tack approached and took a big shot at my abs while I hung there, making my body jackknife and swing as I groaned. His anger not yet abated, he took a few more swings at my abs, hurting me as much as he wanted. "NO YOU STUPID FAG. Getting used, abused, even raped is part of your life from now on pussyboy. You are gonna hang there all night because you didn't tell your Masters, your owners, what happened to you. You dumb fucking cunt", he slammed his fist into my side one more time and I yelped as I took his fist. After a few minutes, I could see Tack was getting ready to sleep, and it seemed like the couch was his bed, so he could see me and I could see him. Then, after he turned off the lights in the protection of the dark, I felt brave enough to ask "Master how did you find out about what happened with Ash?" There was a long silence before he offered, "I have a friend who Ash told, and my friend told me...... I guess Ash was flying pretty high after he used you, and wanted to tell someone." `He was also kinda drunk', I thought to myself. After another few minutes, I hoped he would tell me more, so I asked, "What did Master Greg say when you told him?" He sputtered, "Greg, Greg didn't really care, said `fags get raped'. "Thought that was a little bit wussy", he added. It was Laith who went ape shit, said there had to be payback. Not sure exactly what got worked out yet, but Ash has to compensate somehow." Another few minutes passed before I asked something again. Feeling very vulnerable, I questioned, "Do you think I'm fucked up because I could get raped and not tell anyone.......... actually, not even mind it that much" Again Tack sputtered, "Fucked up? Are you kidding, you are a walking, talking embarrassment to mankind you pussy bitch. Now shut up, I wanna sleep."
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-45	Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2024 05:01:11 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 45 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 45 I woke up on President's day a hollow shell. Bax had dropped me at my room and i immediately went to sleep. I could still smell the dish soap on my skin and i longed to be back on Long Island again before all of this happened. I got up, got dressed and went over to Bax's room and kneeled in front of his door quietly. People walked by wondering what the hell i was doing. The commotion in the hall made Bax finally open his door where he saw me kneeling obediently waiting for him. Looking he smiled, and pulled me into his room and closed the door. "Fuck faggot, You're a mess, aren't ya?" "I'm your slave waiting to serve you Master" i spoke clearly and without emotion. His roommate looked over as he heard what was unfolding and asked, "do you guys need some alone time?" Bax responded, nah man, we're going over to his room. Then he sent me back to my room and said he needed to shower and would be over soon. I sat blank in my room for half an hour before Bax walked in while talking on the phone, "Yeah, his room. We're ready. Let me know when you're here." We sat quietly for a while and Bax's phone dinged. C'mon fag. Walking downstairs and to the parking lot, Laith's white Rover was waiting for us. I was beyond reactions now, but if i wasn't i would have been happy to see Laith because he made me feel safe, but then seeing Tack in the front seat, i would have felt afraid again. Bax, Jason and I sat in the second row, and Greg was in the cage in the back. Getting in the car we headed North until we exited the highway and weaved our way to the water and Laith's house in Marblehead. Pulling around back, they all unloaded and went into the garage and upstairs to the service quarters on the second floor. I remained frozen in the backseat. Bax came back to the car and told me to come in. When i climbed the stairs I saw the bench we used the last time we were there. I wished it was that time again. As they moved around doing things, i simply kneeled and waited for instructions. Laith pulled Bax aside and asked, "What the fuck man? She's a mess." Bax nodded, "Yeah, last night fucked her head, but she's halfway there. Kinda where Greg was that weekend at Tack's". Laith looked at Bax again and commented, "You think he'll make it?" Bax replied, "I'm not taking anything less than a completely hollowed out bitch slave like you got man." Laith laughed and nodded, "Tack has a talent for it turning them." Strapping me onto the bench again, they put Greg on his knees on the floor. Both of us were naked, and everyone was in the process of stripping. The men lined up around Greg as they took turns using his mouth to get hard. Jason rooted around in the bag they brought and pulled out a cat-o-nine-tails whip. He walked in front of me swinging it threateningly, and i wondered what had happened to change him so much. Taking up a position beside me he began to whip me, moderately at first and then very hard while the men watched me get destroyed by Jason. He continued a while before switching to the cane which stung so much more and broke the skin. When he was using the cane he had set questions to ask. Who's bitch are you, Who do you serve?, Who are your Masters? What are you? What is your life's purpose? He would ask those questions repeatedly in between each blow to my back and body until i was crying uncontrollably, hoping i would pass out. Finally he stopped and moved in front of Greg kneeling on the floor. "Get it wet for your old bitch's cunt" he said. I thought to myself, `How could i be in this situation, the most docile boy in our school has been turned into the most evil by a man like Tack. I accepted that this submissive boy was going to rape me after brutally beating me, and I allowed myself to be completely hollowed out by him as he stood behind me and rammed his cock into me, taking whatever will, pride and ego i had left. After the deed had been done by Jason, the guys rotated between Greg and i for an hour or two using us until there was literally nothing left. On the ride home, i shared the third row in the dog cage with Greg. Back on campus, Laith dropped Bax and I off. After pulling away, i pleaded with Master Brian, "Please Master, don't leave me alone tonight. I need you near me. PLEASE Master." Bax grinned, "Yeah, whatever fag, I'll be over in 20 minutes. I have to do a few things first. It was really late, and Sam was asleep when i walked into the room. I turned a small desk lamp on as. i pulled off my shoes and laid on my bed quietly, just holding on and waiting for my Master to arrive. Master Bax walked in about half an hour Later and turned the lights on. Sam woke up and rubbed his eyes as he tried to figure out what was going on. "Hey Sam" Bax greeted jovially, "Sorry about tonight, but I'm staying over here, ok?" As soon as my Master seated himself on the edge of my bed i kneeled on the floor next to his feet and held onto his leg like a small child afraid to be abandoned. Then laughing, Bax said, "my bitch needs me." Becoming more alert, Sam observed both of us more clearly now. "What's going on with you guys? Shit greg, you look wrecked, what happened to you? Where have you been since Friday? Bax laughed more, "He's been pledging a kind of unique fraternity and it's kinda been hell week, if you understand what i mean." Sam looked confused as he saw me sitting childlike at Bax's feet. Bax focused on me. "Shoes, sox, worship", he commanded simply as he leaned back propping his head up on pillows while I got to work. I removed his boots and socks and pushed his toes into my mouth as i sucked on them needily and worshipped him. His feet had become a constant to sustain me. Focusing on serving such a perfect man made me feel full rather than ravaged. "Is he gonna be alright?" Sam asked sounding concerned. Bax assured, "He'll be fine, just ...... different from now on. He'll have less discretion, and more ......... `dedication' i think is the best word." Sam looked confused. Bax tried to clarify, "Look, he's just not a man any more. And he's got no free will or direction." Sam's look was still one of disbelief. "Fuk, the simplest way to put it is that, he's my property." Bax explained. Sam laughed, still as confused as before. "Geez, i gotta do everything" Bax mumbled. "Push your foot out here." "What the fuk are you talking about man, i'm not gay." Shaking his head, Bax quipped, "It has nothing to do with being gay, it's just your fucking foot. He might as well be a cocker spaniel. The only thing that matters to him is obedience and punishment. Now.... stick your foot out." As he did, Bax pointed and I immediately moved to his foot and began worshipping it, kissing it, and licking between the toes. That's when he felt the tickle of my tongue and yanked back and pulled his foot away. "Here, let me show you" Bax proceeded, standing up and unzipping, pulling the head of his cock out through his fly. "Ready faggot?" he half-asked as i formed a firm o-ring around the head of his cock. Relaxing his body he commanded, "Swallow". It took Sam a second to realize I was swallowing mouthfuls of his piss as he watched my mouth and adams apple sweep his hot piss into my throat and gulp it down to my stomach. "Fuk, that's sick Bax" Sam observed, not sure if he was grossed out or not. "This is what he is now" Bax explained, Sam definitely not able to process the whole `big picture' yet.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-62	Date: Thu, 2 May 2024 02:08:38 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 62 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 62 Laith headed back to school on January 8th, and U Mass was going to be back in session on the 10th. Greg was anxious to deal with Jason, so he wanted to go to Jason's room on the day after he arrived back on campus. Tack asked Greg several time what his plan was, but Greg would only say confidently, `he'll never know what hit him.' Greg waited outside Jason's room at 3:00 on the 11th after his afternoon classes. In his backpack, he carried handcuffs, a ball gag and a wooden paddle with holes drilled through the face of it. Greg saw Jason returning and kept enough distance between them not to be noticed. Once Jason entered his room, Greg prepared his mind quickly, reminding himself that this is it, the start of taking his life back. Moving to Jason's room and quickly opening the door, slipping into the room and locking the door behind him, he wasted no time in attacking Jason, dragging him to the ground and pulling the handcuffs from his backpack. Jason was still in some shock from the surprise ambush and before he knew it Greg had one of the cuffs fastened to Jason's wrist while he was covering Jason as he was face down on the floor. "Payback isn't gonna be any fun for you today", Greg growled in Jason's ear as he dragged the cuffed arm across Jason's back to attach to his free arm. Going with the momentum and the way Greg was trying to move Jason's body, he tucked his free arm into his body and rolled over, letting the free arm swing out and up into the side of Greg's head. Now that Greg wasn't holding either of Jason's hands, he swung the one with the cuff on it and hit the other side of Greg's skull leaving a small cut. Dazed from the punches, Greg needed an advantage and seeing an opportunity to get the upper hand, he rammed his knee into Jason's balls which caused him to draw up his knees from pain which also knocked Greg off of him, and as Greg began to stand, Jason retorted by thrusting his foot up between Greg's legs into his balls. Greg fell back and his head hit the bed frame behind him which dazed him a bit too. By then, Jason was on him, straddling his midsection as he pounded his fists into Greg's head to daze and stop him. Opening Greg's backpack he dumped everything out and found the handcuff keys. Within 30 seconds the handcuffs were off Jason and Greg was on his stomach with Jason attaching them to Greg's wrists behind his back. As Greg felt the cuffs going on he began to scream, but Jason slapped his hand over Greg's mouth and painfully pulled back on his head as he lay there helpless on his stomach. Reaching for the ball gag from Greg's backpack, Jason took a dirty sweat sock from his laundry, shoved it in Greg's mouth and then inserted the ball gag and fastened it tight around the back of his neck. Finally standing up and looking down at his prey, Jason wheezed, "What the fuck" and winding up sent a kick with his boot into Greg's side. Seeing the paddle, Jason picked it up along with the backpack and put it on his desk. Looking down at Greg, he dragged him up by his hair to his knees and began to tear off his clothing. He used scissors or just tore the fabric to get his shirt off over the handcuffs. Pulling his pants off Greg kneeled there completely naked just yelling for help into Jason's dirty sweat sock held in place by his own ball gag. Dragging Greg up, he sat him in his desk chair, and locking eyes with him gave him the hardest bitch slap Jason had ever dished out. Greg fell off the chair and as Jason dragged him back up and sat him down again he could see the tears in Greg's eyes as he imperceptibly sobbed. Jason explained, "Don't cry slut we haven't even gotten started yet. Your plan didn't go exactly as planned though, did it? What were you thinking you pathetic weakling?" Retrieving his big red permanent marker, Jason wrote "slave greg, property of BAX & Jason" across Greg's chest in the wide red permanent ink. Jason found a chastity cage that Master Bax had for him to wear on some occasions, and affixed it to Greg's dick, locking it down. Now that Greg was decorated and trussed up, Jason took a few pictures and Greg again screamed into the ball gag. Jason now took his time to undress, taking off his heavy wool sweater and then his t-shirt. He'd built up a big sweat on his well-muscled body from all of the commotion he'd just settled. Greg thought that Jason looked sexy there in just jeans, boots and a sweaty torso, but he looked away. "Awwww, don't look away boy. You're gonna be looking at this and serving it for years." Unlacing and kicking off his boots he peeled off his socks and held them over Greg's mouth and nose for a while as he taunted him more. Dropping his pants and briefs, Greg again looked away. "I know ya like it slave" Jason said. Finding a black jock, Jason pulled it over his ample and hardening package. Jason was more muscled and cut than Greg remembered, as he couldn't help looking at his body. Now, setting up several cameras in his room, Jason set them to record. Now that he felt Greg was less of a threat, he got firmly on top of Greg and moved the handcuffs from being fastened in back to being fastened in front. Placing Greg on all fours in the middle of the room, Jason picked up the paddle and moved behind Greg. He knew he could only cause so much noise before someone would check what was going on, so he decided ten blistering beats with the paddle would suffice. Bringing the paddle down quickly and consistently Jason delivered ten brutal swipes as Greg screamed bloody murder for each. Greg's ass looked like it was painted red after Jason was done with him. Dropping the paddle as Greg cried, Jason stood to the side of Greg and put one of his bare feet up on Greg's back like he was an animal, and then he threw a double bicep pose for the camera as his new slave posed in servitude and submission. Then stepping around front he placed one bare foot under his gagged face and told him to rub his face over his foot as he resumed posing for the camera and showing off his totally hot body. Jason asked Greg, "Can i trust you if i take off the gag?" Greg nodded enthusiastically `yes', and so Jason unbuckled the gag and pulled the sock from his boy's mouth. "What were you thinking?" Jason asked. Greg hung his head down. "What were you thinking bitch?" he asked more forcefully this time. "You know" Greg responded. "Tell me, or it's 20 times more" Jason said picking up the paddle. Greg finally spoke. "What you did to me was too much." Greg spat. "What I did? I wasn't the only one there and I wasn't calling the shots." Greg stewed, "Yeah, but you......" not finishing his observation. "Say it" Jason demanded picking up the paddle. Laith explained, "It's different you fucking me. That destroyed me. That turned me into a slave's faggot". Jason laughed as he walked in front of Greg and asked a series of questions, "Do i look too weak for you?" Greg answering honestly said "No." "Do I look fearful and afraid?" Greg hesitating said "No." "Do i look man enough to you?" Greg forcing himself to be honest said "Yes." "If we stand next to each other" Jason asked pulling Greg up by the hair and standing next to him in front of the mirror and doing a bicep flex with his free hand, "whose the stud and whose the pathetic pussy?" Jason taunted. Pausing and taking the visual of himself in next to Jason, you could witness the perceptions and hierarchy re-aligning in Greg's head. Jason just smiled big time. "You're the stud" Greg obediently reported. "What do you see when you look at us?" Jason harassed. "You're the hotter badass." Greg admitted. "Then what is it?" Greg replied, "You're a slave, and i don't know, and you're like a bad guy." Jason asked, "And you don't like bad guys? Laith, Tack, Bax. I think you like bad guys enough. I think you just can't handle submitting to a beta. But boy, that's your new life from now on." Standing next to Greg, his foot up on his back again, pulling his head back so the camera could capture the writing on his chest, he asked, "Tell me who your new Alpha Master is." Greg answered "Master Bax is my Alpha Master". "Louder" Jason barked. "Master Bax is my Alpha Master", Greg yelled loudly. "Who is your beta master?" Jason asked. "Master Jason is my beta master" Greg replied loudly. "Good boy" Jason complimented. "Now, lets get started breaking you again. I liked it when you used to be catatonic, and i'm going to make you that way again." Stepping in front of Greg, Jason lowered his jock and made his boy deep throat his cock as he pistoned his head like a fleshlight. "I'm going to find you a job on campus and you're going to start working and hand over whatever you make to your masters. Do you understand?" Greg just groaned "MMMMM HHHMMMM" through Jason's cock. "I'm going to use you until you are completely empty boy. You are my property now." Pulling his cock out of Greg's mouth and moving around to the back, Jason got in position and explained, "Beg me. The more you beg the kinder i will be to you and the less you beg, the harder i will be on you." Then picking up the paddle, he brought it down once against Greg's ass. Greg started to beg freely now, "Master Jason, please fuck me. You are man enough and strong enough and hot enough for anyone, especially me. Please fuck me Sir." Jason lined up and plunged into Greg as he let out a cry of inescapable submission to Jason, and as Jason began to fuck him he began to chant, "Jason is my master, i belong to Jason." This went on for hours as Jason used his new slave as his whore and urinal, taking time in between to edit footage he was creating. What Jason was doing to Greg was not all that extreme or brutal after the initial beating, he was just wearing him down, breaking him until there was nothing left but a receptacle to work and serve Master Bax and himself. Now, feeling completely dominant, Jason took Greg's handcuffs off completely and had him worship his body as he worked on the clips. Wanting to hurt Greg a little more now, mind fuck him and rewire his brain, he told Greg, "Come sit next to me on the bed. Lean up against the headboard next to me. Good boy." Picking a clip where Greg announced to the camera, 'Bax is my Alpha Master and Jason is my beta master', Jason announced, "We're sending this one to Master Bax." Greg looked a little alarmed. "Thank me boy." Greg looking conflicted offered, "Thank you." "No, no boy, really thank me. C'mon show me how much you love being owned by me." Then changing his tone, Jason continued "Lose your identity and become mine you worthless pig, now tell me how much you appreciate me sending this clip to your new master." Taking Greg's mouth and squeezing it hard, he pulled it towards him and spit on his face several times. Greg needed to feel safe again and in light of Jason's change of tone, he knew what he had to do to make him happy. Greg began, "Thank you master, thank you for sharing this clip with my Master Bax and for giving me this opportunity to work for and serve you both." With that Greg began to worship Jason's chest and pay true homage to his body. "That's better boy" Jason chimed, as Greg already felt things were more peaceful. "Now what are we going to send to Laith and Tack?", Jason inquired. Greg sounded desperate again. "Oh god please no master. Please I'm just getting my life back on track and functioning again. Please don't do this, you will end me. Sounding annoyed, Jason said, You'll lose your identity and become property of mine. I already told you that. Why won't you learn. Dragging Greg off the bed by his hair, Jason grabbed the paddle and brought it down once, twice, three times, four and five as Greg gasped and heaved under master Jason's hands. "Do we understand?" Greg meekly nodded "Yes Sir". Lets send the one of me flexing with my foot up on your back. "Yes Sir" Greg gasped holding back a sob. "Get your phone pussy" Fetching his phone and giving it to his new master, Greg was asked, "Passcode?" and Greg realized he had to give it to Jason and he did. "What will we send to Ash and the wrestling team?" Greg was having a hard time holding his emotions in check by now because inside he had already started to fall apart. He could feel himself falling back into that deep hole that Tack had helped him out of, and while he could also feel the reliability and safety of the hole, he could also feel the inevitable powerlessness and inescapable nature of living there again. As Jason picked out videos and sent them to Greg's phone he then sent the videos out from Greg's accounts. With each new send of devastating pictures and video, Jason would demand, "Show me how grateful you are slave." Don't just tell me, but show me. Worship my pecs as you thank me." Jason would chide. "Worship my pit sweat as you thank me for sending videos to your teachers. Worship my feet as you thank me for sending clips to your cousins. Worship my ass as i sit on your face, while i send videos of you getting fucked with `slave greg' written on your chest to your parents you worthless piece of cunt.", Jason growled. By the time it was over, Greg was sobbing out loud as he desperately worshipped different parts of Jason's body while he thanked him for outing him as a whorish slave. The sight of one man totally in control of and completely owning another human while teaching him to work against every natural instinct he has was soul crushing. Greg's head was so fucked, he had no idea what he was doing, and he knew the only way he could survive was to relent and submit to Jason; so that night after hours of being humiliated abused and mind fucked, he snapped. He began to literally beg and plead to Jason, "Please Master Please, take me. Take me now and fill me, control me, work me for your benefit and use me for your pleasure. I don't care how much you hurt or destroy me, just control my life master. Please take me" he screamed in utter frustration, "i can't do this without you. TAKE MY BODY!!!" Jason slammed him on his back, lifted his legs over his shoulders and brutally invaded Greg's pussy. "You don't exist anymore. You're mine and you cease to exist on your own from now on, do you get it faggot?" Greg began to cry tears of submission and relief and sorrow as so much had happened to him and he embraced his tormentor, kneeled before him and gave himself to him as his slave. Holding Greg's legs wide out and apart he looked down on him with a sense of his absolute superiority which Greg felt completely as he looked up with complete reverence and adoration, begging "Please be my Master. Use me like the pig i am. I can't do this alone Master." As his slave begged and praised him, the power surging through Jason became intoxicating to him, and wanting to show the scope of his power, he reached down and wrapped his hand around Greg's throat and began to choke him out. Greg did not even attempt to resist his alpha as he felt the oxygen fade, he simply looked up into his master's eyes in total acceptance of his fate and began to blow his load through his tight cage as his dick was being tortured by the metal device. "Fuck Yeah, 100% Total ownership of this slave" Jason said to himself as he continued brutally pounding Greg's passed out body, having let go of his throat, now simply focusing on raping his tender pussy until he impregnated him with with seed. Bax called soon after receiving the first text from Jason. He laughed, asking "What did you do now?" Jason simply replied, "I'm just adding more slaves to your stable master. They just keep lining up. This bitch came in here for retribution on me for breaking him months ago in front of everyone. Now he is so broken that no one can save him. Then, handing the phone to Greg, he said, greet your new Alpha Master and Greg greeted his new master perfectly, as he had been taught. The next morning Greg's phone blew up as family friends and acquaintances began to verify that Greg was now an owned slave to Master Bax and Jason. Tack finally called Bax, asking, "What the fuck is going on?" Bax laughed, "My boy Jason is breaking all of them. Pretty soon i'm gonna have a harem." Tack sounded annoyed. "Greg is gonna be all fucked up" he spat. "He already is from what i can see" responded Bax. "Did you know he was going over there?" Bax asked. Tack didn't respond. "So you did, and you didn't give me a heads up? That doesn't sound like respect. I think you owe me one." "Yeah, maybe" Tack agreed, adding "But Jason is a total fuck and I wouldn't mind seeing him get some payback. Plus, I just didn't think it would end this way." "All the more reason to communicate" Bax said. I'm not fighting their battles for them, i just see who comes out on top. And it looks like i own Greg now. I'll have to see who is most precious to you when i collect from you." Bax said as he hung up.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-51	Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2024 03:05:03 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 51 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 51 Driving home from school with Laith and Greg on Tuesday, Tack informed Laith, "There's something i want you to do for me on Saturday. You're gonna spend the day with a friend of mine. You're gonna help him out." Laith wasn't the reactionary type, taking in what Tack said quietly with a "Yes Sir." and a, "Anyone i know Master?" "I don't think so" Tack replied, "But he knows you" Tack offered, handing him a paper that said `Jay, 56 Pine Street, Saturday 9:00. Arriving on time on Saturday, Laith felt depressed looking at the houses on Pine Street decaying from old age and lack of attention. Grass and plants weren't cut or maintained. As he walked up the steps to #56, he noticed the stairs were crooked and collapsing, and there was junk in the front yard. Knocking on the front door he got no answer. After three attempts, he decided to walk around to the back of the house. Outside of an old shed in the mostly dirt and weeds backyard was a motorcycle that wasn't completely together, tools around it, a stray part here and there. As Jay walked out of the shed with a rag in his hand, he regarded Laith, looking as if he were a birthday and Christmas present combined into one, and he couldn't prevent himself from smiling." Extending his hand to Laith, he announced, "I'm Jay." They shook, and Laith replied "Laith Shaw, good to meet you." Jay smirked and mentioned, "Yeah, I know who you are." As their hands separated, Laith noticed the grease Jay's hand transferred to his own, and as Jay realized what he'd done he apologized for getting Laith dirty. Laith could see that Jay was pretty nervous. "No worries man, so what are we working on today?", he asked with a big disarming smile, as he put Jay on a high just by being there with him. Jay was surprised at how willing Laith was to get dirty as they worked together for a few hours on the old bike. Despite the fact that Laith was a lousy mechanic, Jay found him to be a good helper, smart and a very fast learner. "Why don't we get something to drink", Jay suggested as they got to a natural break in what they were doing. Entering the back door into the kitchen, Laith couldn't help but notice dirty dishes and food on the counters that looked like it might have been there for a while. Jay pulled some mismatched glasses from a cabinet, turned on the faucet and poured two glasses of water, handing Laith one. Laith was picking up that this guy was crushing on him a little bit, as he was always grinning at him and being extra nice and patient. Up until this point, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what Jay's motivation was, but he felt it was time to ask, "So...... Jay, why am i here today?" Smirking again, Jay replied, "Did Tack explain anything?" "Nope" Laith replied, "just to be here and help you out." Jay nodded and asked, "Do you remember me at all?" Jay asked. "I'm sorry dude, no, I don't. Where would we have met?" he inquired honestly. Lifting his head a bit, Jay glanced at Laith and said, "from school...... or working at your family's house maybe. It was last year though, so i'm sure you don't remember." Laith was really surprised that he was in school with Jay, or that Jay worked at their house and he had no recollection. "Damn, I'm sorry. Can't believe I don't remember. Are you a junior like Tack?" Jay nodded yes, still dejected a bit that he was totally unknown to Laith. As they drank their water, Laith remembered something that he'd seen one day and asked Jay, "Are you the guy who my mother had move all of the big planting pots around on the patio?" Smiling broadly now, he said "Yeah, that was me. You remember that?" "No" Laith said surprising Jay. "If i'd seen you trying to move those pots by yourself i would have helped. What i remember is you taking a swim in our pool after my mom found you a pair of my father's swim trunks", Laith teased. "She said she made you work so hard that she insisted you take a swim to cool off." Nodding again, Jay acknowledged, "Yeah, that was a good day, she was nice". "Well" Laith continued, "I could lie and tell you I didn't watch you swimming or getting out of the pool. Laith, not wanting to pull any punches and still make progress asked, "So Jay, why am i here today, other than for my mechanical skills?" Jay was excited to reach this subject, but nervous of exactly how to describe what he wanted. Jay explained that he'd `noticed him a lot' and wanted to meet him. Laith already figured that this guy was crushing on him, and that Tack had whored him out. The question was how long would it take for Jay to tell Laith that. With a lot of Laith's pride already laid to waste by Tack, he'd learned how to be subjugated and serve someone else. Laith walked up close to Jay brushing his chest and groin against Jay's body. Lookin up into his eyes he whispered enticingly, "what are you going to do to me here today Jay?" with a stone cold serious look on his face. As Jay waffled back and forth, Tack asked him, "Are you going to have sex with me?" Jay finally woke up, "Hell yeah" he exclaimed. "C'mon" he said, leading Laith upstairs to his bedroom. Jay's room was a mattress and box spring on the floor, sheets half on and half off of the mattress, dirty piles of clothes, a bunch of books on a table, empty glasses and dust. Laith could smell Jay's old sweat aroma in the room, and he actually boned up a little breathing it in. "One sec", Jay advised, as he used the bathroom to clean up. Looking around Jay's room, Laith picked up books from his shelf on trade, crafts and mechanics, science fiction and comics. There wasn't much in the way of electronics, and his possessions obviously weren't that important to him, but obviously he was important to Jay because he went through all of this work just to meet him, Laith thought to himself. Jay returned just wearing a pair of tightey-whiteys, looking more than a little self-conscious. Like Melanie, Laith appreciated Jay's natural appeal, but it was usually under cover he thought, given that he could never remember him; except of course when he was nearly naked in their pool. He was also honestly turned on by Jay's power. He was tall for his age and obviously strong. Laith liked the idea of submitting to Jay, letting Jay experience another side to himself. "Do you want me to take off my clothes?", Laith asked quietly. Jay moved to him and started to help Laith out of what he was wearing. "Listen" Jay said softly, "we don't have to do a lot, i just wanted to spend time with you, and we can just do whatever you want." Shaking his head `no', Laith grinned and said, "That's not gonna work. If we don't get hot and physical, Tack will be pissed and he'll blame me. Plus I only go one way since Tack." "One way?" Jay questioned. "Yeah, sub only" Laith advised. "May i suck your cock Sir" Laith asked, trying to surprise Jay and accelerate the moment and play with Jay's head. "Yeah" Jay breathed out as Laith lowered himself to his knees and rubbed his face against Jay's enormous bulge. Pulling down his briefs, the smell that emanated from his crotch was masculine, rank and powerful. It was not about dirt, it was about sweat and the absence of soaps and scents that were not a priority for Jay. Laith was getting turned on and his cock started to jump as he began to service Jay, fantasizing about this guy dominating him. He groaned as he worked the largest cock he'd ever sucked down his throat, letting it rest deep in him as his throat muscles spasmed around it making Jay moan and pre. Trying to give Jay a sense of control, Laith reached up for his hand and put it on the back of his head, letting Jay know it was ok for him to control the action and use Laith. Rubbing his hands up and down Jay's tight quads and hamstrings, his own cock continued to jerk, and he increased his intensity on Jay's cock. Breaking to suck Jay's sweaty balls, he washed them with his tongue before moving back to inhale his cock, letting Jay push the back of his head and bury it in his throat while he choked on it, massaging the shaft as a result. As the tension built and Jay's movements became more erratic, Laith realized he was getting close and held tight to Jay, making sure Jay knew he intended to swallow his cum, and as Jay's cock exploded he washed wave after wave of his seed into Laith's gut. Coming up with a smirk, Laith laid a kiss on Jay's chest. "Wanna take a rest big guy?" Laith asked. Jay seemed surprised, pleasantly, as he realized Laith wasn't trying to bolt immediately after the bj. He pushed Laith down onto the bed and joined him, as they laid in his musk-laden sheets with his dirty laundry making the smell more powerful than ever. As Laith's cock continued to bounce and drip, Jay asked, "Do you need a little help? Maybe a hand?" he teased. "Nah, not really allowed" Laith said. There was a minute of quiet before Jay asked, "What does he do to you, i mean how does he make you all so ......" "Submissive?" Laith asked. "Yeah" Jay affirmed. How does he turn you all into slaves practically?" Leaning on his elbow and looking at Jay he explained, "He looks for weakness, he finds an opening and he exploits it. Then he doesn't stop until you are completely broken. Maybe not broken to everyone, but at least to him. By the time he's done you are so low in comparison to him that there is no way back." Jay asked curiously, "And he did that to you?" "You must have seen some of the pictures" Laith replied. Jay nodded, "Yeah. So hot, but did it mess you up?" Reviewing for a second, Laith thought, "Yeah, it did, especially the raping, the first few were hard." Pausing he added, "I got past it. I can see how i deserved it, and why he deserves what he has. Once i gave myself to him, i was ok." Continuing his play with Jay's mind, Laith lowered himself to Jay's toes and began to kiss his large powerful feet, showing him a level of servitude he'd never before imagined or received. Within a minute, Laith was totally slaving-out on Jay's feet worshipping them hungrily as his saliva coated the sweaty skin and washed the grunge away as he showed just how much he wanted Jay. As he moved to worshipping his legs, Laith asked, "When did you first notice me?" Jay answered under some duress as he was so turned on by the worship-service he was getting from Laith, "In junior high. I was in 6th grade, you seventh. I wasn't tall then." "Did we ever talk?" Laith asked? "In high school" Jay exhaled. "What about?" Laith pushed. "I was helping Smolanski with engine shop class. You were a student, you needed help. He asked me to work with you." Jay moaned as Laith worked his tongue closer to his groin. "And what was that like?", Laith inquired. "You were a total asshole. You thought it was a waste, didn't matter, didn't care.", Jay sputtered. "How did that make you feel?" Laith asked. "But first" he continued, "can you pull up your legs so i can eat your ass?" Jay couldn't believe it as Laith buried his face in his asshole, licked deeply, cleaning his man cave out while he moaned in appreciation to Jay for giving him access to it. Jay recounted, "I figured you were just spoiled and didn't know what you were talking about, so i ignored it." Pulling his mouth out of Jay's ass for minute, he challenged Jay, "Is that really what you thought and felt dude?" "No" he admitted, "i wanted to punch your lights out in front of your friends and toss you into the middle of the shop to let everyone see you weren't as perfect as you thought you were." Laith withdrawing again kept pushing Jay's button, "Did a lot of people do that to you besides me?" Laith asked, bringing up some intense emotions from Jay. "This town is filled with assholes" Jay remarked. "Yeah, but isn't everywhere the same?" Laith challenged. "No" Jay barked. "Ok, then where is good?" he shot back defiantly. "Maine" Jay answered, causing Laith to snicker. "Maine? Maine? Yeah people are completely different there." he teased and made fun of Jay, making this relatively new friend feel suddenly estranged. Flipping over and pushing Laith to his back, Jay quickly straddled him, and put his hand to Laith's throat and yelled, "Yeah, Maine you fuckin' asshole." Then, Laith looked up and begged, "fuck me hard Jay, please." Not wasting an instant Jay positioned himself at Laith's hole as Laith continued to toy with Jay, "Did i ever talk to you again?" Jay's pain turning to anger, he slammed his cock into Laith causing him to scream until he could catch his breath. "Who did talk to you?" he chided, as he fueled Jay's retribution and he absorbed all of Jay's locked up anger. "You wanna be a dick, you'll be sorry you cunt. We'll see who comes out on top" Jay yelled. Looking up into Jay's eyes, Laith begged, "Fuk me. "Jay, please fuck me ..... so hard, ruin my ass." Jay finally felt comfortable wrecking the perfect specimen beneath him. Gone was the veil of perfection over Laith as Jay taunted, "Nothing but my fucking bitch, aren't you?" he growled as he spit in Laith's face. Capturing some of Jay's spit in his fingers, Laith fed himself some of the phlegm which caused Jay to up his assault on Laith's body below him. Laith continued to beg his man, "Please, fuck me, take my ass, i want you so bad." Laith thought his chute was gonna tear in half, though he never stopped begging Jay to do him in like he did. Jay pile drove his boy hard knowing now that Laith needed this as much as he did, and he was happy to be another Alpha for Laith. Slamming into his boy, he drove hard one last time as his head flipped back while Laith pawed at his chest, "AAawwwwww, AAawwwwww, AAahhhhhhhh", Jay yelled while he filled the bitch below him with his baby makers. As they came down from the massive climax on Jay's bed, Laith resumed gently showing his appreciation to Jay by worshipping his body and getting to know every part of him. Then Laith asked, "Can i stay a little longer?" to which Jay replied, "Sure, i need to use you again." When Laith finally did leave, he whispered in Jay's ear, "Next time my house."
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-48	Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2024 08:23:52 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 48 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 48 Tack was true to his word that he would ride that thoroughbred until he was raw. After the first long battle to defeat Laith, the following battles piled up quickly as Laith fell faster and faster and harder and harder to his new Alpha. It was past 2 AM when Tack finally let Laith collapse on the floor next to him, while he laid on the couch. Picking a short clip that showed him slamming into Laith while Jason simultaneously railed Greg as both of the boys screamed, Tack cut it and snap chatted it to Melanie, as he smiled, then he set his phone to silent, turned over and fell asleep. Tack woke up to 14 messages from Melanie, 5 on snap chat, but as he didn't respond she moved to texting and left nine there as well, and called twice. He smiled big time and laughed to himself as he opened his phone in the morning, his hand drifting down to run across the side of his new slave as he laid asleep on the floor. He read through Melanie's series of shocked, then curious, then kitten-like texts, until she finally revealed herself as a full-on slutty whore pleading for attention. Tack tapped out another message on snap, including a pic from late in the night, of Laith looking completely wiped out, his face impaled on Tack's cock. Tack's identity indiscernible from the picture, but Laith's flawless features presented perfectly. Melanie responded almost instantly with her ever consistent curiosity. `How did you do that? I can't believe it.' Then more playfully, `What are you doing to all of my ex-boyfriends?' `Cum over and find out', Tack invited. Responding quickly, but still wanting to seem less than desperate, she asked `What time?' as if she wouldn't be available any time Tack told her to be there. 1:00 he replied, knowing how hungry she already was for his brand of alpha masculinity in a world full of weak males. Tack let Laith sleep as Jason and I went about chores for Alpha Master Tack. Depleted from the X, Laith finally began to come around at 11:00. Tack was going through an intense workout, still flying high on adrenaline, using the weight bench in the corner near Greg's cage. As Laith stood up, Tack walked over to him, his body slick with sweat and his muscles pumped from the workout wearing only a pair of Laith's training pants. Laith was not used to feeling this way, with so many of his bodies' natural stores having been depleted from the X. He still felt tired and groggy, but he also was no longer feeling that magical sexual influence from the drug. "You drugged me" he spat lethargically. "Come on Laith, i only gave you something to take down the walls and let you be what you really are." "Fuck you" he replied wearily as he rummaged around for his things. Now whispering, Tack explained getting up close, "Laith, you aren't going anywhere right now. Go get a shower and the slaves will get you something for breakfast". "Fuck you" he repeated as he continued collecting his things. Grabbing Laith powerfully and painfully by the shoulder, Tack showed him over to the couch and sat him down, placing his sweaty musky body right next to Laith's. Normally Laith would go into fight mode if someone tried to manhandle him, and fists would be flying, but he was feeling weak and vulnerable now, and Tack was starting to cause an obedience in him. Tack was so un-fatiguable. He was like an unrelenting force that seemed harder and harder to fight every day. As Tack pushed him around a little, he thought, `just this time because I'm really tired'. "I need to show you a few things before you go", Tack informed his former friend. Opening his phone he scrolled through pictures, video clips and audio of Laith showing himself to be a totally submissive cunt for Tack over the course of 14 hours the day before. In many he looked like a strung out hooker desperate to service a stud. Any sense of his power was completely gone after watching the evidence. Laith was stunned, frozen as his mind had to process the control Tack had over him. "I can't do this Tack, i can't. I'd rather be dead.", he threatened. Smiling, Tack reassured, "it won't be so bad, you'll see. You just have to get used to it", he grinned. "And remember, you don't go anywhere or do anything without my permission unless you want mummy and daddy to find out about your performances." Laith got more angry than sad with this news, that is until Tack informed him while getting up and beginning to return to the workout bench, "But now you have to get cleaned up and ready for Melanie to get here." With this latest staggering blow, the veneer cracked hard and Laith began to crumble before Tack's eyes. "I can't stay here. I can't. You know I can't". Even in his exhausted state Laith's adrenaline spiked and he started pacing, behaving like a trapped animal he had to get free, get out, get away from this. Tack could see his desperate energy, and tried to sooth him back into a controlled state. "It's ok. Melanie is fine with it." Tack said making Laith realize he could survive this devastation. "What does Melanie know?" Laith begged. "Sit down next to me and we'll talk." Tack offered. Laith resisted and Tack simply pointed to the couch. When Laith sat, Tack draped his right arm over Laith's shoulder and Tack's athletic sweaty scent washed over him, and though he hated his reaction they both saw Laith's dick jerk in his boxers. Smiling again, Tack lifted his phone to show Laith the 20 second clip he sent to Mel, and the veneer finally shattered. Laith began to sob openly for his new Master, acknowledging his powerlessness, weakness and impotency. His body shook, he leaned into himself and tried to hold back the really loud cries in favor of weeping quietly in front of his Alpha Master. Tack had expected to build up a mountain of cum for Melanie, but this was too good to pass up he thought, as he stood and positioned himself in front of Laith. He slid the trainers down and stepped out of them, taking a wide stance, his body ripe from yesterdays fuckings and this mornings intense sweaty workout, He looked down and convinced Laith, "Your only way through, your only survival is by serving me. You'll do it willingly LAITH SHAW, and you will belong to me. Do you understand?" Laith's tank was empty and he had nowhere to get reserves. As Tack slid his left hand around the back of Laith's neck, he pulled Laith's face to his sweaty alpha reeking groin and now hard cock. Then, he used his right hand to pick up his phone, switch it to video and start recording. As Laith began to accept Tack's cock deep in his throat, Tack got a powerful rhythm going, using Laith's head and mouth for his selfish interests. The cocksucking skills Laith gained yesterday came back automatically today, and Laith felt more of his old self disappear. "Melanie is going to love this, i mean seeing it up close and personal, ya know?" He alternated between choking his sub, loving the way that felt, and the distress it caused; but he also loved stabbing Laith's throat-hole with the head of his cock and using his club like a battering ram in his mouth. "And i don't take owning you lightly either" he teased. I'm proud to have you as my beta, proud enough to let all of my buds know. That sounds good, right?" Seeing the total destruction, control and the strong promise of total ownership of Laith, it didn't take long for Tack to drown Laith's tonsils in his cum as his boy choked and sputtered while he continued to pound his throat throughout the climax. "Yeah slut, swallow your Master's baby makers and be proud to serve me you pig", he grunted. After a minute of coming down and allowing Laith's mouth to collect the last drops of his potent seed, Tack demanded, "Go get a shower and some breakfast." "Don't worry, we'll work out the details for you as my property", Tack promised as he pointed towards the bathroom. Slipping his training pants back on, he moved back to the weight bench and proceeded to build his body up more. Once Laith had showered and had something to eat, Tack whispered something in Jason's ear and he disappeared upstairs, returning a minute later with a small bottle. Making a head motion towards Laith, Jason approached him and spritzed his chest without warning using a liquid that turned out to be a flowery perfume that Jason snagged from Tack's mother's bedroom. Laith had lost the fight as he realized immediately that this was part of the humiliation he would be required to live as Tack's property. Strutting over to Jason's duffle bag on the floor, Tack came back twirling a pair of pale baby blue American Apparel briefs that looked unisex and very emo. Handing them to Laith, he stood there saying nothing as his former friend finally did what he knew he must and put them on. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Tack locked eyes with Laith and ordered, "Get the door bitch", then he turned to Jason and I. He told me to film everything, but not to be intrusive unless he gave me specific instruction. He told Jason to wait for his cue and to be ready. Then, Tack walked over to the laundry piled on the floor and dug out a dirty jock that was stained and grungy as fuck. Dropping the bespoke training pants, he pulled on the dirty athletic supporter. When Tack turned around he saw Melanie standing next to Laith wearing tight jeans and a top that he thought would be easy to remove. He remarked, "pretty couple. Nice looking. You guys should date?" Melanie couldn't help but to keep looking back at Laith's feminine briefs. "Do you like the way she looks and smells?", Tack insulted. Seeing Melanie reminded all of us that despite her trance-like infatuation with Tack, she was a cool girl who is smoking hot. Feeling out of place was not her thing, but seeing Tack's power seemed to be making her a little cautious. "I think Laith looks ......... fine", she replied. "Maybe a little tired, but fine" she affirmed. "Yeah, I think so too" Tack agreed. What do you want to drink? "Just water" she said, and Tack lead them to the couch. "Jason, bring my guests some water", Tack instructed his #1 slave, as he sat Melanie between him and Laith on the couch. He kept his eyes on her, watching where she focused her attention, and what she responded to. Jason offered everyone a bottle of water, and taking one, Laith seemed to notice the bottle caps were still tightly affixed and the seal not broken. It was completely obvious as the three sat there that all of Melanie's attention was directed towards Tack. Even though he hadn't showered since yesterday morning, and his body wreaked of sex and sweat, and he was wearing a filthy old jock, it was obvious that his hard muscled grungy body and mischievous face was getting all of her attention and some of Laith's as well, as the three made uncomfortable conversation about nothing specific. Noticing and pointing this out, Tack said "since you don't have any interest in Laith, lets put him to better use." Looking at Laith, he instructed, "My feet!" Looking into Tack's eyes as Melanie watched Laith, Tack bore through Laith's head with his eyes, conveying his seriousness. Knowing punishment for public disobedience would be severe, Laith lowered himself to the floor and began to kiss the tops of Tack's feet. As it went on, Laith felt a tiny bit of safety in serving Tack, a safety he had been missing for the last two days. There was relief in it and he accepted the relief and safety, even embraced it a little, and he allowed himself to openly serve Tack's feet in front of Melanie. Melanie couldn't stop herself now as she witnessed Tack's total Alpha prowess. A junior taking down the biggest senior stud in the school. She could feel herself getting wet and she found it impossible not to touch and rub against Tack's hard muscular body. "You want me baby, don't ya?", Tack said matter-of-factly to her. She just moaned as she let her hands slide over his legs moving towards his groin. Taking her by the wrists he prevented her from having freedom with his body. "Slut, tell me what you want, don't be shy." She moaned again, as she tried to redirect her hand towards her cunt now, because it must have been aching. Tack stopped her from moving to pleasure herself, controlling her access to both of their bodies now. "Good boy" he praised Laith as his sub continued to worship his Master's dirty soles and lick between his sweaty toes. Tack simply smirked while holding her in purgatory. Melanie was totally frustrated with Tack, because she could not use her charms on him. She was good at manipulating people, and even better at sexually manipulating them, but Tack was even less susceptible than Laith, and Laith had always been tough for her to influence. She realized Tack was in a class of his own, and that made her even wetter. "What do you want?" he whispered. "I want to see things, feel things" she admitted. Laughing he said, "Good. So hold my hand" he told her. "When i say something that you want to experience, squeeze my hand. The harder you squeeze, the more I know you are interested." She smiled and leaned into Tack. She tried to kiss him but he wasn't allowing her access. "Back to the exercise slut" he ordered as she pouted. "And don't pout whore, it's not a good look for you." he admonished. "Worshipping me" he said, she squeezed. "Servicing my cock", she squeezed. "Getting fucked by me", she squeezed. "Getting fucked by Laith", she didn't squeeze and he laughed adding, "Just kidding, i know you don't wanna get fucked by a faggot" he teased as she smiled. "Watching Laith suck my dick", she squeezed. "Watching Laith get fucked by me", she squeezed so totally hard. "Watching Laith suck someone other than me", she squeezed hard, and it seemed that Laith stopped his work on Tack's feet. Looking down, Tack proclaimed, "Back to it bitch, you don't decide anything anymore, you just do what i say", to which Laith resumed his service. "Watching Laith get fucked by someone else", she was tentative at first, and then giving in she squeezed really hard. "Why don't you join your boyfriend there and get things started" he offered. "Open season to worship me" he added smiling. Melanie moved right to his chest, running her lips over his torso and her hands over his abs. When she moved towards his lips he redirected her. "Not yet whore." "Feel free to switch it up fag" he told Laith. I was getting great footage of the feast on Tack's body by these two hungry sluts. As Tack lifted an arm over his head, Melanie adventured into his pit tentatively and ran her tongue across, tasting his sweat and experiencing his scent. Tack used his hand to force her pure and pristine face into his grungy pit and soil her body, mind and spirit as she learned to better worship Tack and become more of a whore for him. As Laith moved up Tack's legs he was moaning trying to get access to Tack's ass. Moving them to the carpet, Tack positioned Laith on his back, then Tack sat on Laith's facing as he looked towards Laith's feet. Positioning Melanie on Laith's powder blue briefs, she resumed her worship of his torso and pits as Laith ate his musky sweaty ass, cleaning it out and paying respect with his tongue. Sliding his hand behind her neck, Tack pulled Mel down to his cock and she rubbed her face all over his dirty jock before he pulled the band below his balls and she took his cock into her mouth. Bringing it between her soft lips as she worked the head with her tongue, she felt a squirt of pre and smiled as she got drugged by his alpha stink. Before long she was deep throating him aggressively, and Tack observed, "Two greedy hungry bitches." Raising his hand and snapping his fingers, we were prepared for Tack's sign. I moved in for closeups while Jason came out wearing the bright blue jock he looked so good in. "Wait for me babe" Tack said, enticing Melanie to be patient for a minute. Flipping Laith onto all fours, and kneeling in front of him, locking his head between his bicep and oblique, he leaned forward and purred into Laith's ear, "This is gonna happen faggot, whether you like it or not. We can do this the easy way or not, but i'll hurt you." As Jason settled in behind Laith, rubbing his jock covered cock up and down Laith's crack, Laith tried to buck and pull away. Grabbing Laith's arm on the side he was holding him on, Tack bent the arm and pulled it up his back applying a painful hammerlock as Laith continued to buck. "Please NO Tack, for god sakes Tack, not him. Not that fag please", Laith begged choking out another sob. Tack laughed, "You like my boy Jason, don't ya? I thought you did Laith. See, Jason can't. fuck a man cus he's just a sub pussy like you, so he has to screw a total faggot like you. You're ok with that, aren't ya? For me, c'mon, you understand, right?" Laith sobbed quietly while Tack looked for me, making sure i was filming. I gave him the thumbs up sign again to indicate I wasn't missing anything. Looking at Jason, Tack nodded, and Jason slid his jock to the side freeing his ample dick, then slapping it against Laith's perfect ass, he dribbled spit down on it and pumped it before lining the head up with Laith's hole. Tack held the headlock and hammerlock on Laith's arm extra tight, and then nodded again, giving Jason the green light. Next Jason drove his cock into Laith's ass and started to bore a new cunt for the former alpha as Laith howled and yelled, and eventually began to sob. The bucking lasted for less than 30 seconds before Laith settled into his fate and Tack stepped off, handing Jason Laith's arm, which he recommended Jason keep pinned up high on Laith's back. Moving behind Melanie and rubbing his dick up and down against her jean covered ass, he pawed her chest, waist and vagina possessively. She swooned as his stink wafted over her and she watched the show in front of her. "Do you know why this is special?", Tack asked. "Why?" she asked, totally curious again. "Because Jason is my slave, right Jason?" "Your number one slave here Master" Jason responded proudly taking the chance to smack down hard on Laith's ass cheek with his free hand. "That's important", Tack continued in a low voice, "because Jason doesn't fuck, he get fucked...... so for him to fuck someone else, well they'd have to be pretty much a low, sad, pathetic sissy, don't you think?" Tack asked, and then loading the deck, Tack reached down and clawed her pussy and repeated, "Don't you think they have to be a pretty pathetic fag?", to which she moaned, "Yes, yeah, so much. You are amazing Tack, but Laith, he just isn't anything anymore" she gasped. Laith began to sob as Jason let go of his arm. Laith's fight was gone. Jason took hold of Laith's tight waist in his two hands and began to pile drive Laith with more power and determination than anything he could ever remember, making Laith into a faggot sissy's slutty whore. Leaning into Melanie, Tack took her by surprise and pushed her to the floor. Now on her back he ripped off her top more easily than even he thought it would come off. Moving aggressively and quickly, he unbuckled her belt and stripped off her jeans in a rush. Leaning over her, Tack placed one hand to the side of each breast and assumed a push up position, his chest and ripped torso on display. He thrust his cock into her soaking pussy and began to pound her hot cunt right next to her ex-boyfriend who wasn't man enough for her. As she wrapped her legs around him and clawed at his chest and abs, desperate for his fuck, he taunted her, "You a slut for me, huh? You my cock whore?" He asked as he slammed her over and over. Her innermost secrets coming out she confessed, "Yes, i wanna be that for you, your dirty little .....", she hesitated, not wanting to say the word about herself. "I can't say no to you, you're too much for me to ever deny. I want that, i need it", she cried out. "Fuk slut, take my hot cock and tell me you're a whore, say it, admit it to me, yourself and your ex turned faggot and say that you're my whore." Melanie had no resistance left as she panted, "Yes, I'm your whore, I'll always be your whore. Nobody else matters" she squealed. Continuing to escalate things, Tack gasped out between pile drives into Mel's pussy, "Tell me how your old boyfriend compares". "Laith is nothing, he has nothing Tack. I need what you give me Tack, and I'll do anything for you, anything" she whimpered under him, as it gave Laith another reason to hate his fate. Master Tack and his Grade A Slave Jason, side by side, proceeded to destroy the two bodies and minds beneath them, as they both simultaneously bludgeoned and wrecked them and unloaded their cum as if they were both dumps. Tack worked for hours to give Melanie everything she'd asked for and could have wished for. By evening when Alpha Master Tack allowed Laith and Melanie to leave, both had been twisted and crafted into something filthy by Tack; something completely accepting of his rare and deviant style of ownership. For both of them, things would never to be the same. Tack Lounged on the couch tapping on his phone while Jason loyally rubbed his Master's feet. I worked on a few things i needed to have ready for school the next morning, before leaving for the train back to campus. I found out later that Tack released some videos to Ash, as well as his close buds at school showing Laith worshipping Tack. He decided not to release anything on Melanie yet, not having a strategy for her at this time. It seemed he was doing a slow release, not flooding the market with information yet, but letting a little data along with rumors create interest for what was going on, before showing anyone a lot of cold hard proof.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-58	Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2024 02:37:22 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 58 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 58 Fourth of July arrived, and Laith slipped into Tack's room that morning to take advantage of their day off of work. Under the covers, Laith worked Tack's body with his tongue and lips. Worshipping Tack's feet, cock, ass, abs, pecs and pits had become a source of fulfillment and satisfaction for Laith. Even Tack noticed how docile Laith had become as Tack's body had the effect of subduing, controlling and transferring all power from Laith to Tack. Tack especially loved how Laith begged desperately when denied his body, which Tack did regularly to humble his friend. By 10:00, Laith and Tack were helping Leonard and Mrs. Shaw to setup the patio with supplies and the tables and chairs for guests. As far back as Laith could remember, neighbors traditionally spent the day roaming from open house to open house on his block to enjoy the holiday. Fireworks usually capped the evening around 9:30, and Laith was hoping to plan something special when the fireworks started, wanting to sneak away with Tack to the local high school athletic fields and find a private place where they could both score on the field as the sky exploded above. As the afternoon heat peaked, Tack headed back to his room to grab another t-shirt to replace the one his hard muscled body had already soaked through today. Passing by the study, he caught Mr. Shaw at his desk working on something intently. Mr Shaw was a partner in a hedge fund with offices in Connecticut and here in Boston, and his work usually seemed to carry with it a sense of urgency. Sticking his head in the doorway Tack inquired "working on something important?" At first there was no reply as nothing had yet registered with Mr. Shaw. He was too focused to let anything permeate. Realizing he'd just heard something, he looked up and greeted Tack with a smile. "Hey, are you boys enjoying the day?" Tack chuckled at the word `boys' thinking he doubts Mr. Shaw would see him as a boy if he witnessed his son swinging on Tack's cock, begging to be pounded harder and harder by it and squealing as Tack slammed his hard hammer tighter and tighter up his son's pretty little hole; but then Tack regrouped. "Yeah, great day. Everything's good. What are you working on?" "Oh, just a few stray results I'm trying to assess.", he sighed. "What kind?" Tack inquired further. A little excited that someone in the house showed interest in what he was doing, he began to explain to Tack that they'd had a number of trades that fell out of the expected range for the algorithm they recently started using, and he was trying to understand the cause. Tack asked, "Is it statistically significant?", which shocked Mr. Shaw. "You understand statistics." Mr. Shaw observed happily, adding "You like numbers?" "Yeah, love `em." Tack replied. "I wish i did as well in everything else." he shared as he thought out loud. "So Tack, what would you consider if you were trying to test errant results against the viability of the algorithm?" Tack thought, then asked, "Is there a way for traders to override or act outside the rule?" Smiling proudly, Mr. Shaw recognized, "That's a great start." Their short conversation led to a long conversation, until Mrs. Shaw finally found them deep in discussion and broke up the boy's club, making them join the festivities outside. Reconnecting, Laith beamed slightly seeing Tack, "Where the fuck have you been?" he chided. "Men's stuff." Tack replied proudly as he tried to tease a reaction out of Laith. "Explain. What's going on?" Laith inquired with a little bit of neediness. Tack explained the conversation he had with Mr. Shaw, and Laith could see how engaged and excited Tack was about the work his dad was involved with. Tack explained how Laith's father was going to their Cambridge office early tomorrow to work with mathematicians on an algorithm, and asked Tack to come and see the work they were doing. "What about the marina and Mr. Grant?", Laith asked. "Your dad already called him and cleared it for tomorrow." Tack announced with over-the-top excitement. Laith tried to hide his disappointment because he could see how important this was to Tack. Laith pushed himself to follow through on their plans at the deserted football field later that night, even though some of his enthusiasm was extinguished as he felt jealous that a piece of himself was being removed. As they settled in on the grass, Tack moved on top of Laith and looked closely into his eyes. "You ok?", Tack asked. Telling the truth, Laith replied, "Yeah, good", but holding back on the fact that he felt a little lost and deserted at the moment. Tack was able to pick up on Laith's disappointment, but he was trying to gauge the level. "You disappointed your dad is taking me to work with him..... maybe instead of you?" Laith laughed, "No, definitely not. I've tried that. No interest. If i study architecture and engineering, one day I'll get to design racing boats and yachts. That's what i really want to do." he sighed contentedly. "Well, I don't mean to abandon you, ok.", Tack said surprising even himself with his emotional acuity. "No, i get it. I want you to do this.", Laith explained. Grabbing Laith's wrists and pressing them to the ground over his head, Tack poked at Laith's mind whispering, "Yeah, but maybe you're jealous that your dad and I are leaving you and your mom back at home to do the wifely duties while we do the real work. Maybe you want me to be your daddy." Laith actually giggled and squealed, "You're sick, get off of me you pervert." Holding his prey down, Tack attacked Laith's mouth with his own and gripped his wrists extra hard. Laith could feel the influence in Tack expand as he pressed him into the ground. Laith realized from Tack's demeanor and physical cues that he was expected to submit to Tack's new power, so as he lost his shorts for Tack, he wrapped his legs around his waist. "You like your daddy taking care of you, don't you boy?" Tack groaned. What he was saying sounded like twisted taboo to Laith, but it was so erotic and so connected to Tack's rising power that he couldn't help but be washed up in the wave as he once again succumbed to his Alpha, moaning, "I'm your boy daddy. I'm yours." Tack covered his boy's body with his own and consumed his body and soul as he buried his manhood in Laith and relentlessly mined out of him his admiration, love, loyalty and submission on the dark field. One day of commuting to Boston with Mr. Shaw turned to three, then a week, then became indefinite for Tack. Work days turned to late nights, Mr. Shaw and Tack often returning home after 9:00 PM. Laith's mom could see Laith's disappointment, and asked her husband to talk to Laith. Saturday morning came and Mr. Shaw roused Laith from bed early and took him on a coffee run. Getting them both a basic brew Mr. Shaw directed his son to a nearby table. "We should talk." he opened with as he observed his son. "Dad, I'm fine with Tack working for you. It's not what i expected, but it's better for him. I'm all good, ok." His father smiled and responded, "Good, that's great, but i wanted to talk to you about something more." Laith's first reaction was fear, as he wondered what his parents may have known about their relationship. "Son, Tack has some real ability and potential. Mathematically he is exceptional, and without the right influences that will go to waste.", his father said gauging his son's face for a reaction. "OK, so.....", Laith inquired waiting for the rest of the story. "I don't want to overstep my bounds. I know what good friends you are, but Tack will need some guidance and help to reach his potential." "Dad, it's like your talking in code, i don't understand.", Laith said in exasperation. "I want to have Laith intern for the firm over the next few summers. I'll need to guide his college plans for next year because he hasn't put any thought into his future, beyond very low hurdles and expectations. I'm thinking M.I.T. or Duke with you after he graduates high school next year. I'd have to take an active role if this is going to work out for him the way it has the potential to. I just need to know how you feel about it and if you are good with that." Looking at his dad, Laith realized all of the amazing things his father was that he often forgot in his day to day life. He compared that with the complete absence that Tack was facing at home with his own parents, and he felt privileged to share his father's care and generosity with the man he loved. "Dad, that's amazing. Thank you. I'd be grateful for anything you can do for him." Laith replied trying super hard not to get choked up. Tack had his own share of emotional experiences to contend with as he dealt with this new level of care and consideration being shown to him. He was not at all experienced in dealing with the immense outpouring of generosity bestowed on him by the Shaws. For someone not used to attachments and kindness, he had a minefield to navigate. Laith talked him through his initial reaction, which was to deny any guidance or help from anyone and maintain absolute independence. Laith and Tack discussed the magnitude of the opportunity and responsibility being put on his powerful shoulders, and what was possible through this chance. As Tack grasped this, he seemed more able to understand the bigger picture and began learning to accept what his life could afford him. On another hot Saturday morning in August, Laith rose to find Tack and his father gone again. Rolling his eyes and meeting his mother in the kitchen for coffee, he said "This is less of a buddy system than i expected this summer". His mom tried to let him know she understood his disappointment and encouraged him to see the upside for his friend. Gratefully Laith admitted, "I'm really happy the way it all worked out, I was just hoping to get to have a blast here this summer before i go to North Carolina." Pausing as he looked for a spoon for his coffee Laith added, "But mom, it's really great what you and dad are doing for Tack. Thank you." Just then, a loud motorcycle pulled into the driveway and Tack looked out to see Jay Hunter drive in on the bike they had worked on together a few months ago. Meeting Jay in the driveway, Laith welcomed his former school mate inquiring, "What brings you out this way?" "Just dropping off this" Jay explained as he referred to the bike in front of them. "For what? For who? I mean why?", Laith stumbled. Jay smirked, "It's Tack's now. I promised it to him." Curious now, Laith dug in, "Why?" Now smiling, Jay offered, "For an introduction." Still unsure, Laith questioned, "To who? For what?" Jay went on to explain he offered it to Tack as an incentive for introducing the two of them. "No way." was all that Laith could manage to reply. Taking a snapshot of the bike in the driveway, he texted the picture to Tack at work with the caption, 'your payment for arrangements made has arrived'. Sending back an evil emoji, Tack texted, `Good, tell him it's about time he paid up for you. Now, make yourself useful and wash it up good for me before i get back'. As offensive as his words might be to someone else, Tack's message got Laith incredibly hard. "Do you have time to hang out, go to the beach and get something to eat later?" Laith asked. "I can drive you home tonight if you can stay for the day." Laith offered hopefully, as he didn't want to spend Saturday alone. Jay seemed happy to agree. While they were at the beach, Laith tried to explain to Jay that he was really glad to meet him, and he was sorry he had to give up his bike for the opportunity. To say that Jay's personality had changed in the few short months since they met was an understatement. "I know slut. I see how you look at me now, and how you needed me to pound your ass last time we were at my house. You were lucky to get my cock, just like Melanie is every time i make her beg for it and bang her box out. She's a whore like you.", Jay said taking in the sights and enjoying the sun on his strong pale body as he stretched out on the sand. Pretty shocked by the response, Laith couldn't deny that his words gave him crazy wood. As they walked back to the house, Laith noticed that the vehicles were gone, and both his mom and Leonard seemed to be out. Jay inquired about the garage. Laith showed him around the 100 year old building, describing some of the details. "What's upstairs" Jay asked as he'd already began climbing the stairs. "Nothing really" Laith explained as he chased after him. "Just a caretaker's space". As they entered the room, Jay admitted, "Tack told me about up here, and what went on." Beyond being embarrassed anymore, Laith sighed, "Yeah". "Well, what do you say we get something to eat?" Laith offered looking to change topics. Pulling down the front of his trunks, Jay offered, "Why don't you eat this fag?" Laith was trying to figure out how to avoid this after Jay's comment down at the beach. It's not like he'd get in trouble with Tack for fucking around with Jay, but he was really feeling tight with Tack lately, and he enjoyed basking in the exclusivity and closeness of his relationship with Tack for right now. "How about we plan a day back in town when i get back" Laith counter-offered politely. "Nah" Jay growled as he moved to Laith and grabbed him by the back of the neck. Laith moved to clear Jay out of his way by sweeping his arm and moving to the steps, but Jay grabbed Laith powerfully by the hair and jerked him to the dirty floor. Laith's still moist skin attracted all of the dust and dirt on the floor staining his skin as Jay mounted his chest, and pulled his big cock from the front of his trunks and batted Laith's face with it. "I know you like it rough queer boy, so if that's the way it has to be, it's fine with me.", Jay barked. Laith tried to explain, "Yeah Jay, i know but it's different this time....." But Jay wasn't listening anymore as he plunged his hardening cock into Laith's mouth to get it slick. Not listening to any of the garble coming out of Laith's mouth as he had his cock stuffed in there, Jay pulled out and stood, dragging Laith up with him as he pushed him against the counter in the kitchen and tore at Laith's trunks, pushing them to his knees. "No Jay! NOOO!" Laith demanded loudly as Jay got in position behind him. "It's different now Jay, don't" Laith yelled as Jay slammed his missile up Laith's ass and drove his hips hard into the counter. Laith screamed as he was fully penetrated, and Jay moaned, "Fuk yeah you and Melanie are one hot set of bitches. I fucking love this, owning both of your gold-plated pussies." As jay winced and yelped, he continued to gasp "No" as he absorbed Jay's brutal beating, and finally realizing he had not stopped the assault he resigned himself to getting railed by Jay like a whore. There was a creak on the steps and as they both looked to their side, Laith saw Leonard in a total state of awe and confusion as Jay remained undeterred in his raping of Laith's ass. Laith begged in gasps, "Leonard..... please......just .....go." in between thrusts. Leonard disappeared in an instant as Jay laughed heavily and upped his devastation of Laith, until he had completely conquered his weaker opponent. Walking down the steps from upstairs, Laith looked like he'd been dragged by a chain through the dirt, as his beautiful face and hair and his impeccable body was strewn with dirt. Jay's larger muscled body looked flush with energy and contentment. "Take me home" Jay ordered, and so they got into Laith's convertible and Laith proceeded to drive him home in silence in a state of stupor and disrepair. Coming back to reality, Laith realized he couldn't return back to the beach and potentially run into his family or Tack looking like this; so he decided to detour back to the family house after dropping Jay off. He cleaned up and got back in the car before heading North to Marblehead as he tried to figure out what, if anything to say to Tack.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-42	Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2024 03:28:11 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - Chapter 42 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 42 It was good to be back on campus after the holidays. It felt especially good to get away from all of the drama going on with everyone back at home. It was unsettling, and I liked being out of it. I'd get some news and updates from Jason as he still took the train down to stay with Tack once or twice a week, but the stories became darker and more disturbing. It sounded like Greg was getting more and more into a `sub-space', and the guys (which i assumed was mainly Tack) were hollowing him out and turning him more and more into a mindless slave and slut for their extreme form of human ownership. From what Jason told me, it still seemed like his relationship with Tack was going really well, and i was glad for that, but what he had witnessed so far regarding Greg made it sound like they were bulldozing Greg into the ground with no plans to excavate him back out. It hurt to think of him utterly destroyed like that. I was enjoying my time with Bax now. He too had taken a trip down to my town with Jason last weekend to join Tack and Laith as part of a Three Master event with Greg. Jason either didn't know or wouldn't share many of the details with me, but it sounded like Greg was being completely re-made, but i had no idea what he was being made into. I'd tried to slyly get some information from Bax about what happened that weekend, but Brian's cynical thought process made him hard to take advantage of on anything. It was after an ordinary dining hall dinner on Wednesday night, i was alone in my room getting some work done while Pandora picked songs for me and played them on a bluetooth speaker I'd gotten for Christmas. The door pushed open hard, banging into the closet behind it making a bang. "What the ..." I turned, and there was Bax, like a bull in a china shop, smiling down at me. I couldn't help but smile too. "Hey Wreck-It Ralph, what are you up to." He turned to lock the door, and with his natural and effortless smugness he continued to smile and explained, "I couldn't find any pretty girls to take advantage of tonight, so i came here for you" as his grin got wider and then transformed into an aggressive intimidating scowl. I absorbed and accepted his cruelly intended words meant to lessen me, and as they penetrated me I turned them into greater submission towards him, greater service and greater subservience for him from me. I was happy he'd given me the opportunity. My face became serious as i landed on my knees and crawled to him, dropping kisses on the top if his boots as he moaned, "Yeah you dirty slut, you know, don't ya? You understand exactly what you are. Unlace." I realized that the thing that always had me about Bax for the entire time i've known him, and the thing that would always make me kneel to him even when i didn't like him, was the superiority he saw in himself and the contempt he had for those he felt were less than himself. As I removed his boots, he pulled a chair behind himself and took a more relaxed position in it, jutting his legs and feet out towards me. I moved to a more submissive position flat on my stomach on the floor in front of him. "Socks?" i questioned. He chuckled, "You know you want to go right to my sweaty skin and taste the soles of my dirty feet slave. Take `em off. More....... raw, i'd say.....huh?" I moaned deeply as he told me what a pig i was for him and i murmured "mmmmmm hhhmmmmmm" as i swallowed his sweaty toes and massaged them with my tongue. I could hear his belt jingle as I worked on his veined powerful feet as they flexed and pointed and worked my face dominantly as i poured my submission into my worship for him. "Up here queer" he ordered as i lifted my gaze to see his puffer jacket on the floor next to his hat, his jeans pulled down, fly open forming a `V' to frame his perfect bulge behind his boxer briefs. He'd also pulled the front of his t-shirt up, leaving his arms in the holes, but running the fabric over the back of his neck, giving me an amazing view of his heroic torso and especially his steel pecs, and his striated biceps and shoulders. I moaned pretty deep and long as i gazed up, "Oh thank you Master. You are extraordinary!" "Yep", he said, "Now beg to suck my big alpha cock slave." Gulping hard, my pleas poured out, "Master please let me worship your outstanding body and show you what a good bitch i can be for you. I want you to own me and use me Sir. Please own me, i need that so bad. Please let me worship you Master, please use me. Please let me suck your superior alpha cock and worship you." Smirking, he pushed deeper, "Will you do whatever I say to have the privilege of serving me?" "Yes Sir" i snapped back without thinking, desperate for his acceptance. "And you won't complain or try to get out of my orders?, he questioned. "NEVER SIR" i snapped back again before adding a "Please Sir." Pushing down the waistband of his boxer briefs under his hefty balls he slid the fingers and palms of his left hand around the back of my neck pulled me in and slammed my mouth down over his dominant cock as he thrust his hips up, plugging my throat with his power tool. As i loosened my throat and he began to power my head up and down on his cock, combined with his hard thrusts his cock slid mostly out and then back in hard with each cycle. My upper lip was taking most of the damage, but all i cared about now was satisfying this superior God. "From now on you'll come to my room twice a week and clean it." he demanded breathing hard. "You'll do all of my laundry, change the bed, plus any other fuckin' work i need done in the dorm. You got that fag? Let me know you understand." he yelled. "Mmmmmm Hmmmmm" i moaned. "Chores and stuff i need to do, you're doing them. Got that?" "Mmmmmm Hmmmmm" i moaned. Now he moved into testing me, breaking me down, seeing if i could go all the way. "You're gonna give me neck and shoulder massages in the dorm lounge at night if I'm hanging out there. I don't care who's watching." "Mmmmmm Hmmmmm" i moaned. "And foot massages too bitch." "Mmmmmm Hmmmmm" i moaned. With each acceptance of his power and ownership he slammed harder into the back of my throat until finally clamping the back of my neck, pulling me down and locking my face into his pubes while he pumped his seed into my desperately hungry gut as i absorbed his greatness. My head hung on his powerful cock as i massaged the last ounces of his cum into my throat and he recovered from his powerful climax. Pushing my head back, he used my hair to twist my head to face his. "What do you have to say pussy?" Breathless, i replied, "Thank you Master. Thank you for the opportunity Sir. I won't let you down." "We'll see bitch, now get me dressed" he ordered. Pulling his briefs up, fastening his buttons and belt, i gazed at his torso, not wanting to cover it up. He immediately understood, chuckling and commenting "pathetic fag" and pulled the shirt back into place himself. "Back to worshipping me feet" he said as he settled into a relaxed position, letting his head hang back a little as i devoured his perfect feet. Little time passed before i heard a push on the door, then voices, then a metallic sound indicating a key entering the door lock. My instinct was naturally to pull up. Seeing Master's dead serious look as my gaze connected with his, i just knew what was required of me, for him, as i dropped myself back to my inferior position at his feet and began again to truly worship him once again. My roommate knew i was gay, but i figure he was thinking the behind-closed-doors, no PDA, vanilla type homo, and now the cover was coming off. As my roomie Sam and his friend (whose name I didn't know) came in, they first looked shocked, thinking the room was empty and certainly not being used for what they were seeing. Bax made them feel a little more at ease by inviting them in, "C'mon in guys, won't be too long here. Just toss your stuff down and give us a minute." Sam was not an intense guy, definitely not wild, but probably not the fearful type either I'd guess. His friend was more freaked, staring at Sam as if to say `WTF?'. Bax suggested, "Have a seat." Sam was curious now as he said to his friend, "chill for a minute and let's see what's up." His friend still seeming antsy, he looked at his friend again and whispered, "CHILL". Sam took a seat on his bed and took in the scene in front of him as his friend sat next to him. "So, what's this all about?" he asked Bax as he watched me lick Bax's soles, suck on his toes and kiss and lick the tops of his feet. Being cheeky Bax asked with a smile, "What's going on with me, or what's going on with my slave?" Sam nodded, "Ok so you guys are kinky." Bax laughed, "At a minimum." Sam absorbed and inquired, "So you're his master and he's your slave?" Bax nodded. "Do you ever switch?" Sam asked. Bax spit and laughed at the same time. "FUK NO! I'm no bitch" he exploded. "This fag is my cunt and my cum dump, does what i say and belongs to me, she's my property." Sam noticing asked, "You call her she?" Bax smirked and explained, "Well yeah, she looks masculine on the outside, right, all muscles and shit, but she is 100% submissive to me. I own her." Standing and pulling his feet away from my mouth, he instructed, "On your knees." As i got in position in front of him he praised me in front of our spectators, "good girl. Now hold your head back, open your eyes and stare into mine." As i obeyed completely he proceeded to drop gob after gob of his spit into my mouth while he mind-fucked me with his eyes. Finishing he asked, "What do you have to say boy?" I praised him openly, "Thank you so much Master, thank you for showing my roommate what i am, and what you are to me. Thank you for giving me a chance to serve you Sir. I would be lost without your ownership." Sam's friend gasped and I was unable to see Sam's face but i suppose he was taking a lot in. "Back to my feet bitch" Bax instructed. Then offered, "We'll just be a little bit longer here, but i wanted to properly introduce myself." Sam's friend announced, "Thanks, but I've gotta go" and practically launched himself out of the room. Surprisingly, Sam and Bax continued talking for another hour while I feasted on Bax, exhibiting my slavery to him openly.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-44	Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2024 23:53:21 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 44 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 44 By noon on Sunday we were on the LIRR heading back to New York. Instead of getting on an Amtrak to Boston immediately, Bax took me to a small tattoo parlor in Times Square and had the `PoMG' on my ass cheek overwritten to read `Bax's Bitch', but because the old tattoo had to be completely covered, the new tattoo was much larger than the old. Bax decided that the `Captain's Booty' tattoo was not meaningful enough to change. As we rode back on the train, i tried to let what he'd taught me sink in, and at one point i said to him, "I'm learning Sir, please give me the chance Sir. I don't want to disappoint you." By the time the train neared Boston on Sunday night, it was about 8:00. I was not expecting it when Bax stood up and said "C'mon fag" when we were still South of the city. He had us get off at my hometown station, which i hadn't realized when he told me to get up. Realizing where we were, i got an uneasy feeling. I had learned enough recently not to question my leader, but the hairs were certainly rising on my red blistered skin. We jumped into a cab and when Bax gave them Tack's address, my mind began to collapse. As we pulled in front of his house i was numb. Getting out we walked to the side basement door and knocked and heard Tack's familiar call to come in. I think i was visibly shaking at this point. Tack was on the couch wearing a pair of what i knew were Laith's well tailored workout pants. He looked awesome in them, but i didn't understand why he was wearing Laith's clothes. His ripped muscled torso made my knees weak. Next to him massaging his feet as he lounged was Jason, whose look i tried to avoid. I know he was doing what he was supposed to, but there was a part of me that was still competitive with him, that still hated him. Standing there, Tack welcomed Brian and asked, "How's your training going?" Bax thoughtfully replied, "We'll see." "Why don't you crawl over here greg" Tack instructed. I looked at Bax for guidance. He nodded. As i dropped to my knees i could see that bitch Jason smiling as he worshipped his Master Tack. Crawling to the couch my brain almost seized up as i caught view of a large dog cage positioned at the end of the room. There was someone in the cage, a body. It had to be Greg. I tried to block out my thoughts as i continued to crawl to Tack. When i got in front of the couch Tack put his hand out and I immediately began to kiss it and nuzzle his palm. "So far so good" said Tack. Sitting up, Tack put me on one side of him and Jason on the other. "So, we have a little friction between you girls i hear" Tack said sarcastically. Brian and I have designed a remedy. Actually Bax's part started two days ago. Our goals here are to increase service and loyalty from our slaves and have more cooperation and support from them. The way we've decided to do that is to remove barriers and allow you both to go beyond places you thought possible. Exceeding your boundaries opens you up. Pushing Jason with his foot and nodding, Tack indicated a silent order to Jason. Walking over to the cage behind us, I could hear Jason speaking in hushed tones and metallic sounds. As Jason walked back with a smirk on his face, Greg crawled behind him on a leash. Greg looked exhausted and broken. It was so hard to watch, it took all of my strength, and when it was too hard i looked to my Master Bax for strength. "To push through your boundaries and extend your capabilities, i have an exercise." Looking down at Greg on his leash, Tack spoke harshly, "Up here, on your back, legs up, and show your cunt". Greg obediently positioned himself on the couch as he was told. "Now" Tack ordered, "Beg your old slave to come over here and fuck you". As if in a trance Greg began to beg me to fuck him. The mix of emotions was something i"ve never experienced before as my body had violent internal reactions to all of the issues hitting me at once. I looked at Bax again, pleading with my eyes, `i can't', but he nodded telling me to go. "Jason" Tack directed, "help him out of his clothes." Jason approached me taking off my clothes and it took all of my strength not to try to kill him. Once naked, Tack led me to where Greg was, and positioned me near his hole. My dick was so soft, and Tack kept telling me to get it hard, insisting i put it into Greg's hole. It was overwhelming and i couldn't, but Tack was on a mission for me to help destroy Greg, i could see that but my body would not do it. As he tried to manually force my soft dick somewhere it wouldn't go, my body started to shake, and Bax stepped in and said, "this isn't gonna work". Tack was annoyed, he kept trying and insisting and as he did Bax came over to pull me away. That's when Tack grabbed Bax, and i suppose by this time Bax had had enough, because that's when he grabbed Tack by the neck and threw him up against the wall, before backing off. My heart screamed with joy as i saw my Master take control of Tack. "Sorry man" Bax said to Tack. Tack was still angry but he seemed to calm down too, "Yeah, ok. We have to go with plan B." he said. I had hoped that Bax would have taken both Tack and the evil Jason out, but they seemed to be all good again. "Jason, strip" Tack ordered. Repositioning Greg, he put him on all fours on the couch with his ass facing one end. Positioning me like a mirror, my ass faced the other end and i was staring into Greg's eyes. My mind refused to process anymore, i was just a recorder. "Jason get hard and get behind Greg." Then Tack stripped off Laith's sexy sweat pants and lined up behind me. I could feel his cock head at my hole. I heard him say "Ready, set, go" and then i saw Greg's face come alive as he screamed out as Jason plunged brutally into his ass. I suppose i was screaming too, but i couldn't hear myself, i could just feel the fire in my hole and my body stunned by Tack slamming into me. I watched as Jason first reached forward taking a fist full of Greg's hair and yanked back on it pulling Greg further onto his cock, and then i watched as he took Greg's collar around his neck and sliding his fingers into it pulled back strangling Greg and making him beg for mercy. Tack knew just how to get what he needed from Jason, coaching him saying, "You can do it baby, do it for me, think of me fucking you and do it like that baby, do it for me". He knew just how to get his bottom bitch to be able to destroy Greg's hole and he knew Jason or I fucking Greg would be knocking out the final brick in Greg's foundation, laying him to waste. I think i started to cry, but i can't remember. After they both bred and seeded us like bitches, Tack moved to where Greg's head hung and pushed his dirty wet cock down into his throat to clean it. He made a motion to Jason, so Jason walked over to where i was kneeling and smiled, "open up loser." `How can this happen?' i kept wondering while i let my mouth fall open and Jason forced me to clean his seed and Greg's ass off of his dick. After the nightmare was over Jason took Greg back to his cage on his leash. When we left the basement, Tack was lounging on the sofa as Jason rubbed his feet. Bax took me back to the train station and we rode back to Boston together, me not saying a word.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-46	Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2024 05:01:58 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 46 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 46 It was the end of March and i had become calm in my drone-like servitude. Bax was content using me when he was not bedding some hot girl or guy he met at a party or on campus. I was always on-call to help with his chores, homework or school projects as well as taking care of any physical need he would allow me to satisfy. I knew Greg existed out there, but i tried not to think about him at all because i was powerless to change anything, and it made it impossible for me to accomplish anything if i did let it get into my head. I was also required to clean Jason's room, but i negotiated with Bax only to do it when Jason was not around. I'm sure Bax got something in return for having me clean, but i didn't know what that might be. I assumed Bax was happy with the situation, despite my occasional mistakes and oversights. I assumed i was a good servant to my master, which is why i was so uncomfortably surprised when i was told that this weekend, i would be required to arrive at Master Tack's house on Friday after school and would return to campus on Sunday night. "Why?" i pleaded with Master Bax. "It's your graduation faggot, and Tack is the Dean of students" he explained cheekily. "No way around it queer boy." Arriving at Master Tack's on Friday, knocking on the side basement door, i was dumbfounded when the door opened. There was Jason, holding the door open, posing in a bright blue jock stretched over his heavy bulge, wearing a dark steel chain around his neck that looked menacing with a matching stud earring in his left lobe. His hair was now shaved on the side with the top still long and flipped to the side. He looked totally badass as i looked him up and down. As i stepped into the room and he closed the door, i took the moment of privacy to try and find out what had happened with him. I declared "We used to be friends, close friends." "Yeah" he remarked. "Now you just want to destroy everyone", i stated plainly. "I don't understand it." i finished, looking for a sign of regret on his face. "Seems to me that you wanted me to run at odds with my Master, all of my Masters" he said as he put on a huge smile that made him seem deranged. "All you were interested in was your own agenda, right?", he accused. "I guess so", i mumbled towards the floor. "Yeah, you did. Like a disloyal cunt", Jason observed. Then he added, "disregarding the Masters you answer to." I responded by hanging my head shamefully. Retorting, i questioned, "When did you become so mean? What made you so able to do the cruel things so easily." Looking angry now, Jason shot back, "I serve the Alpha Master. You know it and i know it. It's advanced placement and you couldn't cut it. You washed out `cus you are grade b faggot, while we all know, I'm Grade A slave", he bragged. We both knew it, the day Tack met me. You admitted it yourself. Tack wants to see himself with someone hot and loyal and obedient like me, not someone unfortunate and pathetic like you. I do what's necessary to perform at this level, you can't." "What about Greg?", i asked wanting to know if he felt anything. "I had nothing against him, i didn't even know him, but when i saw how you desperately clung to him, like everyone else even saw it, i was happy to destroy him. We moved him from Master to slave in a few weeks. I never really got off fucking anyone in my life until i raped his ass while you watched me, the sub boy of the dorm, making him cry and beg as my cock ruined both him and you in one single process. Out of nowhere he spat"Admit that Tack is the Alpha Master", slamming his fist into my midsection. I doubled over and willed myself not to fight back. Clamping my head under his arm he raised his knee repeatedly into my gut until i fell to the ground and he released me to allow me to fall. "Admit that Tack is the Alpha Master" he repeated before stomping my gut with his bare foot. "Say it you pig" he yelled as he continued to stomp and i willed myself not to cover my body but to allow him to freely punish me as i began to chant quietly, "Tack is the Alpha Master of all the Masters, Tack is the Alpha Master of all the Masters." Smirking cruelly, he looked down at me and yelled, "YEAH HE IS!" At this point, Tack walked out in another pair of Laith's pricey and oh so hot track pants. The way they tapered down at the ankle, framing his hot dominant feet made me twitch. "How are we doing here?" Tack asked Jason. "He's living in the past and having a hard time with the future." Jason replied with a smirk. "What do you think the solution is?" Tack asked Jason. "I follow your orders", Jason replied confidently. "Well while i think, why don't you service my cock boy.", Tack instructed. Dropping to his knees, Jason lowered Tack's pants and rubbed his face agains his tight stuffed jock as he inhaled deeply, taking in the sweaty grungy smell that is Tack. I could feel my own head spin from the wafting scent. Stripping his jock off, Jason began to lick Tack's balls before swallowing his hardening cock, going balls deep and choking himself as he serviced the Alpha Master in front of him. "Bitch", Tack barked at me, "lick your superiors feet while he sucks my cock you whore" he said as he pointed to Jason's feet. I obediently moved my head down and began tasting and sucking Jason's dirty feet while he serviced his Master. As i lay there actively paying homage to Jason, i could see the cage off behind the couch and a body lying on the floor of it. I didn't have the same devastated reaction i had the last time i saw him there. It was less painful to see now. As i took in the room around me, i couldn't believe my eyes. Up on shelves all around the room were wrestling trophies, Greg's wrestling trophies to be accurate, but with the winner's name plaque torn off. Tack had beaten Greg so many times, that he must have taken Greg's victory awards for himself as testament to his superiority. I was starting to understand more clearly why things were the way they were, and the natural order that was presenting itself for the future. Pushing Jason off of his now rigid cock, Tack bent over and scooped me up, putting me in a full nelson as he hung my body against his naked muscular frame. "Work him over boy" Tack commanded, and Jason jumped to his feet. "Show me what you've learned from me" Tack encouraged. Jason proceeded to deliver a handful of snap kicks to my midsection as i moaned and gasped from the impacts. "You think your Master can compare to mine?" Jason yelled angrily as he was desperate for me to acknowledge what he already knew. Still refraining from answering out of fear that Master Bax might hear about my admission, i stayed silent. Lining up to throw right and left punches over and over into my abs, Jason turned my gut to mush. I would be on the floor, had Tack not been hanging me out for Jason to pulverize. "Master, could you push his head forward with your hands please Master?" Jason asked Tack so respectfully. "Do you think Laith or Bax could ever compete with Master Tack? Do you loser?", Jason yelled as he used my face like a speed bag, literally punching my lights out. I couldn't believe what Tack had created out of my once innocent friend. I saw him as some sort of Frankenstein, as i finally came to submit crying "Tack is the Alpha, he always has been. I can't compete with you. Tack is the Alpha. Nobody else, nobody else, just Tack. He is the toughest strongest Master" i gasped as Tack let me fall, and i crawled to Tack's feet and began to worship as i repeated over and over, "Alpha Master Tack, Alpha Master Tack." While i was showing my respect to Tack, Jason had gone to the cage and was dragging Greg by his leash much faster than he could crawl, pulling him over to the area where i was servicing Tack. Dropping the leash, Jason began to drop his heel into Greg's sides and abs and chest as Greg cried out in pain, while Jason yelled, "Whose your alpha, you bitch?" No matter what Greg said, it was not enough for Jason, he was on a wild tear tonight. I threw myself over Greg's body, trying to protect him as Jason now pummeled me with his feet. As i absorbed the blows, i realized that Tack and Jason really were an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. Pulling Jason away, Tack sent him into the other room, letting him know he'd done a good job, but now it was time for the lead man to take over. He went over to a shelf and picked up a pair of MMA gloves to protect his knuckles. Leaving Greg sprawled out on the floor, Tack stood me up and began to dance around me dropping jabs, lefts, rights and uppercuts into my midsection. Every time i would near falling, he'd stand me back up like a target and i would stagger and he'd land more punches into my softening core. Taking some shots at my head now, as i stumbled like a drunk. No longer able to stand on my own, he held me against the wall with his left forearm and slammed his right fist into my abs over and over. I gasped and sputtered desperately as he growled into my ear, "I didn't want you to think i don't do my own wet work fag. And by the way, make no mistake, you are my property and always will be. Just like that cunt laying on the floor, and my bitch in the other room. You'll always belong to me. Laith and Bax only exist for as long as i want them to." Then, he slammed my gut until he tired of his play and let me collapse on the ground. Regardless of how badly i was hurting, i crawled to him and started kissing the tops of his feet. "Yeah bitch....... that's right queer" he drawled. "Please Alpha Master Tack, please i begged". "Please what whore?" he demanded. "Please use me Master, please own me, use me up Sir" i pleaded. Flipping me on my back, he placed his bare foot over my face and i began to lick it wildly like an animal, as he looked down on me sporting a double bicep pose. Then sitting his ass on my face and looking towards my feet, he continued to punch powerfully into my abs while he smothered me and i ate his sweaty musky ass, licking it as deeply and passionately as i could. Then, flipping me over, he lined up his stud cock between my cheeks and broke into my hole sending shock through my body as i hollered out and begged for him to own me. I could see Jason peer from the doorway. I didn't know if he was unhappily jealous, or if he was happy to see me broken, but i didn't care as i pledged my allegiance to Alpha Master Tack and swore to serve him for as long as he would have me.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-57	Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2024 02:36:28 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 57 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 57 My home situation with the parents was still very stressful and uncomfortable, and i thought it was better for me, them and the rest of the family if I wasn't around for the summer. Telling my parents that i'd be on Long Island for the next few months, i thought i sensed relief from them. Honestly, though, I understand their upset and confusion about the entire situation and I wasn't surprised that they were still disturbed about what they'd seen. I needed to drop some things off at home and collect some other things for the summer before I headed down on the train, a few days behind Bax. Let me just say it felt bizarre being home for a couple of days. Bax and I checked out summer job opportunities while we were still on campus, and i found a busboy and bar back position at an upscale cafe in Southampton. It didn't pay a lot, but past employee reviews said tips were insane during the summer season. I also found a room to rent at a decrepit house near the small airport in Mastic. The room was listed as a share on a gay bulletin board site, so I at least hoped that the people I'd be living with would be fun or cool to spend time with. Bax was going to be living with his parents and working in Northport for the summer at an engineering firm that his father had worked at for, what Bax described as, 100 years. Bax was not intending to get a degree in engineering, which was a source of constant tension between him and his parents, but he agreed to work in that field for this summer to give it a chance. We would not be living that far apart for the summer, but definitely not in the same town or under the same roof, except for the nights Bax could come down and stay with me when i wasn't working late. I needed to stay with Bax at his parent's house for two nights until my rental room became available at the beginning of the week. Arriving with a positive outlook, i met the Baxter's and was immediately struck with how insulated they seemed to be from the very moment i greeted them. There was a chill about them that anyone could feel. Getting settled in, i felt as if they were watching my every move with distrust. In only a few hours there, i heard at least a dozen comments his parents made to each other or to Bax that had to do with money. It was easy to see how Bax's overly cool, critical and cynical attitude was a result of a hostile environment. Thinking back to the beginning of Freshman year, i suddenly felt bad that Jason and i had blown Bax off, thinking that he was an arrogant jerk. Though I'd been there for less than two days, I couldn't wait to get out. The conversations i had with the Baxters during my short stay typically consisted of responding to what could best be described as accusations. As Bax drove me over to Mastic on Monday afternoon, I offered to pay him for gas, given that I thought his parents would be critical if they didn't get some cash from me for the unleaded and wear-and-tear on the sedan, and even if they had i didn't figure anyone was safe from their scorn. Bax refused, nodding knowingly, and commented with a heavy sigh, "Fuk I hate coming home." When we got to the house, despite it's sad beaten appearance, it still held promise as place to escape for both Bax and I this summer. Dragging my belongings into the tiny bungalow, with Bax's help, I met my roommates who were also moving in for the summer. First there was Allie who sometimes went by Alex. Allie had been experimenting with cross dressing for a while now and still liked switching looks as she continued to experiment with his/her sexuality. I didn't much care about Allie's choices, but she had great energy and seemed to be a lot of fun, so I was psyched she was there. Allie explained she was a college student from Queens working at an art gallery in Southampton for the summer. Oliver was already in his tiny room when Bax and I found him, sitting at a computer with a joystick in his hands and a pretty extreme headset on. Alex, had let us know that she'd already met Ollie, and he was not outgoing. Seeing the both of us standing there, Ollie looked startled and needed about 30 seconds before he could arrest his progress on the computer before talking to us, however he was polite enough to gesture that he needed a minute. When we extended a hand, Oliver offered a limp damp grasp to which Bax chuckled, "Nice to meet you". Ollie seemed a little stuck on stare with Bax, like he'd just seen a dungeon or dragon or something that he really liked looking at. He took ample time to inform us about the internet and wifi details for the house before we retreated to unpack and get arranged. "Do you think that we can go to the beach" I asked Bax. "If you ask me properly" he suggested. Getting on my knees, i looked up and with flair I asked, "Master, can we go to the beach so i can see your hair blow in the wind and your skin brown in the sun and sand squish between your toes and feel safe within your reach." "Let's not overdo it fag?" he said. "Get changed and we'll chill there for the afternoon." As i excitedly rummaged through some bags for swim trunks, Allie swung in from around the corner and laughed, "You might be hot Brian Baxter, but he's the only one who's gonna be addressing you like that." she said pointing at me. "Don't expect much from me" she informed him as she walked away, before suddenly turning back and reprimanding, "And `fag' is such a vulgar word, I'm sure you can do better with your vocabulary." Bax laughed and threw her the middle finger before she looked back and said, "I need five minutes to be ready. Don't even think about leaving me here." The summer felt productive and out of the ordinary, but not relaxing. Within a few weeks, my head had gone somewhere very unique. I could describe it as almost dark. The cafe was busy and much of the other summer help was fickle so I worked practically non-stop. The tips were amazing, but there was no downtime, chill time, gym time, beach time and even very little sleep time some days. Because i was always on the move and couldn't get to the gym at all, my body started to lose muscle and i started to look thin and less physically powerful. The more I looked at myself, the weaker I felt, and the weaker i felt the more i had the need to fulfill that mentality by submitting and showing my weakness, especially to Bax. I begged him to use me whenever i had an opportunity, which was not often. I craved his humiliation more than sex. I gave him every dollar i earned that i did not need as i wanted to feel his ownership and my objectification. I didn't live in a `Brady Bunch' type household by any means, but even my roommates questioned my sanity. Arriving home one night particularly late, sometime between 3 and 4 AM, i walked into my room to find Bax there in dim light with nothing but a tight black jock on his exceptionally formed frame. I fell to my knees as soon as i saw him, thanking him for coming, as i had begged him earlier in the day to please come over. He refused, telling me he had `more interesting things to do', and even when i told him i would give him all of my tips from the last three days of work, he just laughed and denied me. I found we played this way often now, as he got off on my desperation and i got off on his cruelty. As i groveled at his feet he held out his hand and i scavenged the room for his money and pressed it into his hand saying, "Thank you Master, thank you Sir". The dim light made the tight skin on his sweaty hard-muscled body glow and reflect all of the sharp angles and flat stony slabs a jock like Bax had built. As I groveled at his feet, he pulled what clothes of mine he could remove off of me, before ordering me to strip my remaining garments. As i resumed my prone position at his feet and worshipped him, he admired, "You get weaker and weaker by the day. Soon you'll be nothing." I begged him, "I am nothing next to you. My only value comes from serving you Master." As I whimpered for him, i did not hear the whoosh of his wide leather belt that must have been nearby as it came down hard across my ass, and i screamed from surprise and pain equally. "Again!" my Master exclaimed as he whipped me again and i stifled my squeal. "Again" he growled over and over until he had delivered eight lashings to my bare behind and dominated my body completely. I was now sobbing as i kissed his feet, feeling released now and healed. His attention and punishment had cleansed me and I belonged to him. This made me whole again, not as an individual, as i would never be self-governing again, but it made me the property of someone far greater than myself, and as such i had redemption and value again, where i had recently been so laid to waste and destroyed by weakness. I could hear the slight creak in my door and did not know if Allie or Oliver or both were watching the spectacle, but i didn't care. Pulling me up and placing me on my back on the bed, Bax peeled off his jock and jutted his sweaty cock in my face as he mounted and straddled my chest. I greedily sucked his manhood as he poked deep into my throat before pulling out, sliding down and punching the head of his cock into my pussy. Letting me know he was in, i prepared for his brutal taking of my ass, but as he had already done that with his brute strength once tonight using his belt, he fucked me more intimately and gently. "A girl like you needs a strong man, doesn't she?" He asked. Moaning, I pleaded, "I need you Master, I need you and your strength and your control just to exist Sir. I need someone to lead me and direct me, to protect me and use me so i have a purpose. Please own me and make me yours Master. Please", I begged as he fucked me, taking his fuck as if I was a girl desperate to get pregnant from him.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-60	Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2024 04:39:55 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 60 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 60 Mr. Shaw, Tack and Laith set out for Raleigh, NC on August 20th to deliver Laith to Duke's campus and get him settled in before flying back the following day. Mr. Shaw encouraged Tack to come with them because he wanted him to see and experience the campus if he was going to consider going to school there the following year. The ride down was a long day, but the guys all had fun roadtripping it. Tack's experience with that kind of camaraderie was different than Laith's and his dad's. Tack responses and expressions gave away the fact that this type of family caring and love was unfamiliar to him, but Mr. Shaw was attuned and supportive, making sure that Tack knew he was a part of their team. As they checked into the dorms the following day, one of the faculty helping with orientation asked if both boys were Mr. Shaw's, and he responded proudly, "this is my son Laith, and this is Tack. He isn't mine but I'd gladly have him as my own." Though Tack showed no sign of emotion at hearing those words, they changed him a little inside. After getting Laith's things loaded into his room, Mr. Shaw was happy to give the boys a quick tour of campus as he remembered it back in his days there, and then headed back to the hotel. He knew they'd have a better time following their own agenda for the day. Before leaving them he said, "I'll meet you both for dinner at the hotel tonight. Tomorrow morning Tack and I are flying back to Boston at 10 AM, so don't go crazy tonight, Tack I'll pick you up at Laith's dorm at 8 AM sharp. Everyone got it?" Agreeing, Laith and Tack disappeared to his room to get settled in and start meeting all of the people arriving. Within a few hours, Tack was sure that this was where he wanted to go to school next year. The freedom and opportunities and new experiences seemed irresistible to him. Of course they cancelled dinner with Mr. Shaw, which he had already given a high probability of happening, and saw as a good sign. They had found a group to hang out with in the dorms in between orientation events, which they made Tack attend as a prospective student. Their group consisted of twins from Chicago, a guy from Indianapolis, one from West Virginia and a girl from Washington D.C. As it got later and the pizza they'd ordered for dinner disappeared and the scene got mellow, they all went to hang outside on the lawn. Katherine (Kit) sat down in her fun and pushy way between Laith and Tack and whispered, so "How long have you two been together?" The two looked at each other for a second before Laith laughed, "Nabbed! Is it that obvious?" Kit laughed responding to Laith, "Yes, your puppy dog eyes when you look at him. It's nice" she reassured Laith. "And the way you look like your losing your best friend." she added. Smiling as she knew she'd been correct, she did a quick group hug and laughed. "Now she said" snapping her fingers and laughing harder than before" I have to go collect a five from your roommate who said I was full of it." As she stood and looked down at them she remarked, "two hot boys like you ...... fucking, I'd love to see pictures of that." Chuckling Tack said, "I'll send you clips tonight." Before she completely got away, Laith asked her, can you keep my roomie out and occupied for an hour or two so we can spend some time alone together. "Babe, it's in the bag" she assured him as she left. Going back to the room, Laith couldn't help but be both excited and sad. At the moment, the sadness was making him ache for Tack and he wanted nothing more than to touch and feel him. Tack's feelings weren't as obvious to Laith, as he was still much more impenetrable. Laith initiated, stripping Tack's body of his clothing, peeling the sweaty materials from his muscles was like unwrapping something precious. He lovingly worshipped Tack's body and tack let him take the lead and show his affection for him. As he sucked Tack's incomparable cock to rigidity Tack pushed him on his back on the bed and covered Laith's naked body with his own. As he moved his hips between Laith's v-spread legs, Laith pulled his face to Tack's chest and started eating his pecs and abs before Tack pushed him back down on the mattress and pushed into Laith's hole causing him to gasp. As he reached a rhythm that was much more gentle than his normal, he slid his cheek against Laith's cheek and perched his mouth at Laith's ear and spoke quietly and carefully, "Don't you ever forget that you are mine and that you belong to me. You are in one place and i'm in another right now, but that doesn't mean you can do a fucking thing without my express permission. YOU..... ARE .....MINE! Don't fuck up because if you do, I want you to know exactly what will happen to you. It doesn't matter if i don't work for your father, doesn't matter if i don't go to a good school, doesn't matter if i end up working as a fucking janitor. I'll come to your parents house on Thanksgiving or Christmas or whatever fuckin' holiday it is, and i will rape your ass right in front of them on the dining room table and then drag you back to my basement and keep you in a cage there for the rest of your life. Do you understand?" The words would have been the sexiest turn-on for Laith, except Tack's tone indicated a deep and complete honesty of his intentions. Laith thinking, also carefully, replied, "Master, I am yours and I will be yours regardless of where we are. I live by your rules Sir." There was no more for either to say as Tack fucked Laith for the last time of the summer, and even though Tack's words were intense and scared Laith a bit, they also made him feel wanted and even loved.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-50	Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2024 14:52:54 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - 50 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 50 As Friday approached, Tack needed a break from all of the homo-slave energy he'd been surrounded by for the last few months. He needed something different, and last weekend's experience with Melanie gave him a lot of ideas. On Wednesday, Tack sent Melanie a message, `come over on Saturday morning, you can leave on Sunday night' and followed with a devil emoji. `I'm not opposed' she replied, pretending she had a choice in the matter. Tack chose not to shower on Friday after an extra hard workout. He wanted to have a strong scent of masculine sweat for her for the weekend. Something about seeing Melanie, so clean and beautiful, so willing to bow down to him and worship him so completely despite his dirty grunge and his rank masculine stink turned Tack on beyond belief. Her willingness to submit to his domination, exploitation and crude hard use only increase that high. It made him feel as if his power was practically unlimited. One of the things Tack saw in Mel that he liked, was her ability to be open to new ideas and experiences without being too afraid to try them. She submitted to Tack not because she had to, but because she wanted the experience of him. Now that he had so much footage of her being used by him in degrading ways, he had leverage to force her compliance, but even then he didn't know if she'd do what she didn't want to, and he didn't know if he had the heart to do that to her. She was a willing submissive to him, not coerced. When he heard a knock on the door he was pushing weights on his bench wearing only a pair of Laith's training pants and a pair of Nikes with no socks, sweat coating his hard muscled frame. When he opened the door, her eyes widened and he could tell she liked what she saw. Seeing her dressed in yoga pants, a workout top with a tight sweater over it, and sneakers, a part of him wanted to drag her to the couch, strip her and take her right then. But Tack needed her to break first, beg for him first, and show her slutty neediness first, so he had to play it cool. As he led her into the main area and she followed behind, she commented, "Nice workout pants, they look expensive, where did you get them?", she teased. "Oh, thanks" he replied. "Just a gift from some whore i fucked." he said laughing. "No you didn't" she gasped, as she jumped him from behind, getting on his back and wrapping her arms around his chest. She pawed at his rock solid pecs and grabbed his biceps while she was hanging on. Tack now laughing uncontrollably spun around, grabbing her around the waist. Lifting her over his shoulders, she screamed out "No" afraid of where she might land. Carrying her over to the couch, he laid her down on her back and straddled her abdomen, holding her wrists to the cushion over her head. Sweat dripped from his hair onto her face as he immobilized her. She couldn't stop herself from tasting his sweat with her tongue, and when he saw that, Tack shook his head spraying her face with more of his sweat. Whether it was being carried and flipped around so easily by Tack, or being held down by him as she stared up at his amazing body or the way he was torturing her with this power play as he dripped sweat on her, this exchange caused Mel's body to flush and her head to spin. She bucked trying to get her body closer to him. Her pelvis was thrusting but she couldn't get her legs wrapped around him or her lips closer to his in order to taste his mouth and tongue, and the sweat on his skin. She became unconsolable as she panted and groaned from her hunger for him. He began to smirk which turned to a smile, as he held her at bay. "You are a huge slut Melanie. Are you like this with everyone, or just me?" he teased. She wouldn't answer, wanting to keep the exquisite torture and pleasure of this game going for a bit longer. "You can at least admit you're a whore." He said slowly turning his face from playful to deadly serious as his voice got more threatening. She responded to his change of tone with her own as she went from playful to submissive as she looked up at him, "Yes, I'm a whore she said. But, I'm not for everyone, but I'm whatever you want me to be whenever you want." she acquiesced. Tack grinned again, and as he got up and released her, he instructed her, "Be a good girl and come watch me workout." Tack shamelessly continued torturing her with his physical prowess. Flexing in the mirror to admire himself between sets, letting sweat roll down the hard slices of muscle all over his ultra lean body as he slid his palm over the lump in his groin repeatedly, and stretching this out for far too long made it impossible for Mel to bear as she crawled kitten like from the chair she was in to the weight bench, moving to taste his sweaty torso with her mouth. "Not there" he corrected her, "your messing up my movement" he chucked. She moved her mouth to his bicep, and he neutralized her again, "I can't do the lift if you do that. try again." Now moving to his cock, slipping her fingers in the waist band of his pants she thought she'd found a way in. "Way too distracting slut" he reprimanded her as he nudged her head away with his hand. Her frustration was evident as she whimpered for his body and his attention. "You can find someplace to start" he encouraged. She'd never thought of going there, though she'd seen it done with both Laith and Tack before. Sliding down to the floor, she pried off his Nike to reveal his hot sweaty foot. She loved how the veins ran across the top of it, and she could see the power in it as he flexed his foot as she released it from his shoe. His toes showed his bones and were perfectly formed. It had a heavy stink to it, but instead of being a turn-off, it was the opposite for Mel, as she saw it as a way to show Tack just how much of a dirty little slut she could be for him. Running her tongue across the top of his foot, he flexed it again and moaned as he sat on the bench, both of his feet on the floor looking down at her as he did alternating dumbbell curls. Enjoying the heat coming off his foot, she pushed herself a little further and sucked on the top of it, then moved to kiss each of his toes, taking time to look up at him in admiration. Dropping the weights he stood in front of her, jutting his manhood in her face. She continued looking up as he asked, "You gonna be a good little whore for me this weekend?" he questioned. "Yes Daddy" she said with begging eyes. "What are you willing to do for me?" he growled. "Whatever you want, I'll do for you. There's nothing i wouldn't give you that you want". He stood above her motionless and quiet, just looking down at her with a questioning stare as if he were trying to figure something out. The look must have frightened her, making her believe he was questioning her. She began to beg him passionately at first, but then as Tack failed to respond she begged desperately as if her life depended on it; "please Tack please, you have to have me Tack, please i need you, you can't ignore me please, don't ignore me, i want you more than i can describe" she cried and then tears started to stream down her cheeks as she shook and sobbed for him. Scooping her up he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to the couch, throwing her down on her back. He quickly slid her top and sweater off together in one movement as he stood to drag her lycra leggings from her body. Tearing her feminine panties he covered her soft body with his hard one, smothered her mouth with his own, tasting her inside as he lined up his unbelievably rigid cock with her pussy and slammed in desperately trying to quench the heat from his steely cock. She screamed into his mouth as he penetrated her, and her body responded to him by wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms clawed at his back. She absorbed all of his physical intensity as he rutted her like a wild animal. Tack pushed up with his arms, one hand to each side of Melanie's chest to improve his leverage as he undulated his body like a wave, clouting her pussy as she grabbed desperately for his body. "I'll do anything for you, anything Tack" she promised, and then she began to pant and her body began to quake. Tack knew he'd driven her over the edge as she vibrated violently and she came for the Alpha Stud fucking her. Not quite ready yet, Laith flipped her over onto her stomach, again covering her body with his own and leaning in to place his face to the side of hers he whispered, "Let's try something new". Trying his best to be patient given his heightened state, he was aggressive getting his cock head past her sphincter, but then he gave her a few moments to adjust before consistently pushing into her. She panted and yelped from all of the pressure, but Tack was a pro in talking her through it. "Do it for your man, do it for me. You can. You want your alpha happy don't ya?" Mel started to respond as her mind let go, "I need you. I have to have you. I'll do anything for you. Fuck me, please fuck my ass Tack." Tack increased his speed and intensity and within a minute he was fucking Mel's ass the way it should be, bottoming out in her with each thrust and slapping her ass cheeks. Mel released her inner slut for him, begging him, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, it's yours Tack, all yours. Fuck me how you want. I need you, i need you. Oh god, use me" she screamed as Tack began to pile drive her. Reaching his hand around to her face, he sank a few fingers into her mouth making her look like a strung out whore, as he pounded her ass until he blew his enormous load into her guts, bellowing and moaning with each volley. Tack continued to fuck both Melanie's mind and body for the rest of the afternoon. The following afternoon, Tack and Melanie were taking a break on the couch. Tack wore a pair of Laith's training pants that Mel snagged for him, while she wore one of Tack's t-shirts and a pair of pink silk panties. They weren't just taking a break from the pounding sex, but a break from the sex-kitten / Alpha Stud vibe they had going, and they talked about everything and anything as they enjoyed each other's company for a while. Mel jumped as there was a knock on the door, and Tack got up to see who it was. Realizing Melanie might be embarrassed and want to step out of the room, he told her, "Don't move, sit right there." before going to open the door. Swinging the door open, he was surprised to find Jay Hunter standing there as a light rain soaked him on this cold damp Sunday afternoon in April. "Hey man" Jay said as he smiled coyly at Tack. "Fuck man, look at you. Major Stud" Jay observed seeing Tack's buffed body and confident swagger. Dropping his head down and shaking it from side to side Tack chuckled. "Jay, what do you want, cus i know you aren't here to do something for me." Jay tried to act casual, like he just stopped by, but it was hard to believe he was there just to say hi after walking in the rain and standing outside his door shivering. "I should let you stay out there and freeze idiot" he quipped. Looking over his shoulder seeing Mel sitting on the couch, he thought this could be fun. "C'mon in" he offered, gesturing with his hand to step inside. Jay followed Tack over to the sitting area and pointed to a chair opposite the couch. Jay was a little awestruck seeing Melanie sitting there in a t-shirt and panties, clearly not here for platonic reasons. "Hey, your Melanie Dennis" Jay said in lieu of a hello. Melanie said hello to Jay, and offered Jay her hand to shake. She was surprised at how rough his hands were when they touched, but she found the masculinity of it also excited her. "You're soaked man", Tack observed as Jay continued to shake and his thin lips looked a little blue. Melanie asked, "Why don't you let me dry those for you. Tack, do you have something he could wear?" Tack responded, "I don't have anything he can fit into, plus the only way dumb people like him learn is by paying the price of their stupidity." Ignoring Tack, Mel said, "maybe your dad has a robe or something. Is it ok if i go see?" she asked. "Yeah, whatever" Tack answered uninterested. Melanie went upstairs to look for a robe, and as soon as she left the room, Jay asked, "What the fuck man, since when have you started hanging out with royalty?" Tack laughed, "Who should i hang out with, you?" Jay kept connecting the dots, "Fuck man, then the rumors are true. Greg, Laith, now her. I need to get in on this." Tack choked, "No fucking way man. Why would i do that?" "Why not?", Jay begged. The truth is that Tack had nothing against Jay, he even kinda liked him, but Tack wasn't in the habit of doing favors, and Jay was definitely not a fit for this crowd. "Why are you here Jay" Tack demanded. "I heard about Laith" Jay answered honestly. "And...", Tack implored. "I want in" he said sounding lustful. "Fuck no man. Fuck NO. Why would you even want to?" Tack allowed Jay to tell his story. Jay worked at the Shaw's estate in the summers for years, doing lawn work while working with his uncle. He watched Laith come and go for all that time, paid attention to everything Laith did and had become obsessed with him. Laith had no idea who Jay even was to this day, and Jay just couldn't get him out of his head. When he heard rumors about Laith from Ben, he knew he might have a chance to meet him. Tack listened to Jay and challenged him, "Laith has enough people who want to take a piece out of him right now. You wanting revenge for him not noticing you is not gonna work now, your too big, too strong and you'd probably kill him. I don't need a dead slave." "First of all", Jay replied sounding angry, "I definitely don't wanna kill him." "Well what do you want?" Tack demanded. "Well, I don't know. I've just always been.... like into him, you know. I don't know, but i definitely don't want to hurt him." Tack looked shocked as he asked, "Are you a homo dude? Are you in lust?" Jay looked embarrassed and anxious, as he explained, "Not full blown, but maybe some, i don't know, but i have to get a chance to talk to him or something at least." Thinking for a minute, Tack smirked, "You really like him, don't you ya idiot? Well, what's in it for me?" "Ok, so i was thinking", Jay started to explain excitedly, "I have that old Indian Scout motorcycle that i've been working on, and i just need to get a gas tank and replace the chain. It runs good. You'd look sweet on it man." Tack knew that was a huge give from Jay, as he'd been working on it for over a year and it meant a lot to him. "So, would you throw in a blow job too" Tack asked seriously. Looking nervous and antsy again, Jay admitted, "Yeah man, you're so hot, yeah, i'd do it if that's what you want." Tack offered "I'll see what i can do and let you know. I can't promise anything". Jay looked ecstatic and Tack wished Jay didn't pin his hopes on this. "Hey", Jay asked, "did you say `Slave' before?", just as Melanie walked in with a robe for Jay. As Jay thanked Mel for the robe, he headed for the bathroom, but Tack stopped him. "Why don't you do that right here" he suggested. Tack was making a job of getting Jay nervous today. "Melanie doesn't mind, in fact she'd like that, wouldn't you slut?" he asked her, his tone turning to threatening again. Jay processed what he just heard Tack say, trying to make sense of it as Melanie struggled to get back into her sub-slut groove for Tack. Tack saw Mel needed a push, so he helped her out. "You'll do anything for me, won't you whore?" "Yes I'll do anything for you Tack. I'm your whore." she admitted. "You know I'll do whatever you tell me" she replied feeling the full force of Tack's power again. Getting up she approached Jay and unbuttoned his shirt. Up close she could smell Jay's musk. It didn't have the same sweaty Alpha punch that Tack's did, but his scent got in her head as she stripped his shirt off and slid her fingers down his strong young body as she removed the shirt. Jay was not cut or muscled like most jocks, he had natural muscles and stayed fit from hard work. His build was not aesthetic, it was practical, but as Mel stripped him she realized Jay was hot in his own way, it was just that between all of the surface stuff nobody could see it. Tack wanted Melanie to bow to him once again, by whoring herself to someone of his choosing that she would normally not even know existed. "His pants aren't gonna take themselves off" he remarked, and Melanie kneeled in front of Jay to unlace and remove his boots and unbelt and lower his pants. Jay's face showed he was totally confused, but was happy to be involved in whatever this was and to figure it out as he went along. Jay's wet clothes were now in a pile on the floor and Jay was completely naked as he stood in front of Melanie. Jay was still hesitant to move on Mel, considering her off limits in normal settings. Melanie's perception was keen, and she knew exactly what Tack was looking for, and she was a little surprised herself, that in the few intimate moments she spent with Jay, that's what she wanted too. Mel initiated, moving in and looking up at Jay she pulled herself up to him while guiding his mouth down over her lips. Melanie didn't hold back at all, giving herself to Jay from the first touch between them. Jay easily picked Mel up and carried her to the couch as her legs wrapped around him as they continued to wrap their tongues together. He pawed her tits and his tongue ran over most parts of her body before teasing her clit and making her moan. Tack watched the erotic scene unfold and then directed Melanie, "Tell him what you want slut." "Jay" She pleaded breathlessly as he penetrated her with his tongue, "please fuck me, please I need it." Jay moved on top of her, his scent wafting over her she moaned from it's effect and how good he made her feel as his body pressed her down into the cushions. He moaned as he slid his huge cock into her vagina. She gasped from his penetration, and once he was in he looked to make sure she was alright. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she could feel his power as he fucked her, but she needed more. "More she begged" clawing at his shoulders. "You sure" he asked. "Please, wreck me she begged" and as he ramped up he thrust in her as hard as he would a cheap whore he'd picked up on the street and fucked in the back of his truck. She hung on for dear life letting him penetrate her mouth with his tongue, her body giving in to his. She felt a connection with him as he pounded her until he flooded her pussy with his load, leaving a part of himself to remain with Melanie forever. After Jay's clothes dried and she helped to dress him, Melanie whispered something in Tack's ear. "So" Tack explained, "Mel here would like more if you'd want to." Jay's confidence level was up a dozen notches from just a few hours ago, and he nonchalantly agreed, "Sure." "So, only rule is it has to go through me. Got it?" Tack clarified. "Sure" Jay repeated, feeling completely different than when he arrived. Exiting from the basement, Jay did not forget to thank Tack as he left.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/lessons-in-respect	Date: Sun, 9 Feb 2020 21:08:05 -0600 From: Leo Smith Subject: Lessons in Respect part one This is entirely fictional. All Characters are 18+ I welcome feedback to [email protected]. Running late to class seemed to be the only thing I could get right these days. Rushing out the door I only had time to throw on a pair of blue running shorts and my favorite grey hoodie not even time for undies on this rainy friday. I bent down to look at myself in the mirror. Standing at 5 8 and 200lbs I was a thick kid. Honestly if I stared at myself too long I would have started to jerk off. I was really feeling myself lately. "Bye toby" I called to my cat as I locked the door behind me. My name is Glenn Schock and I am a fifth year senior at the University of mid Missouri. Originally coming in on a baseball scholarship I spent my first two years more focused on the diamond instead of the classroom. Hence the fifth year. I speed walked through campus taking a shortcut through the admin building to try and reach my algebra class on time. A class that I had been putting off for as long as possible. Thankfully my professor was funny and easy on the eyes. His name was Dr. Rick and he told us all to call him Rocky. In his late 40s he stood at 6ft with short blonde hair and a slim-thick build. I had seen him in the rec a few times to know he definitely put the work in to stay in shape. As I approached the door 10 mins late I didn't hear any commotion. FUCK. Today was an exam. I peeked in to see the rest of the class with their heads down and focused. I scanned the room and made eye contact with Dr. Rick. His face was solemn as he shook his head. As nice as he was, Rocky had a zero tolerance for tardiness during an exam. He rose from his chair and walked to the door. I started begging before he could even open his mouth. "Please, Dr. Rick let me in. My cat was sick this morning! I had a mess to clean up. It is not my fault I'm late!" I blurted out reaching for the first lie that sound plausible. "Mr. Schock you know the rules. Being late is disrespectful to me and my classroom. I am sorry but I am going to have to ask you to leave" "Rocky, PLEASE. I need this class! I know my stuff! Let me take the test!" I said practically in tears at this point. He paused looking me up and down. His eyes seemed to hoover on my bulge before making their way to my eyes. "I am sorry. I will see you on Monday." he said before glancing back down to my crotch. Interesting. Maybe I could find a way out of this yet. "Wait. You have office hours after class right?" "Yes I do." He nodded. "Can I come by to talk about some extra credit?" I pleaded before reaching down to adjust the growing cock in my pants. After a long pause he finally said "Sure. Be there at 3. Sharp" and he turned back to class. Before he turned he reached down ever so slightly to readjust himself as well. Perfect. If I couldn't show him my graphing skills I would show him how well my mouth worked. When 2:50 rolled around and Dr. Rick was headed back to his office I was waiting for him. Sitting in the chair right next to his office still in just my gray hoodie and shorts. "Ahh you do know how to show up on time. Come in." he said sarcastically leading the way into his office. He opened the door for me and as I sat down I noticed he locked the door. He knew what was about to happen as well. He sat down but not at his desk chair. He sat on his desk putting his crotch directly in my eye line. I looked up to him and said "Dr. Rick please let me start by saying how sorry I was late. Please let me make it up. I will do anything, sir. Please!" "I am sure we can work this out Glenn. I want to see you succeed." he said to me. "You need to learn to respect me and my classroom." "Yes, sir. I am sorry sir." "For starters you can complete three extra work assignments." I got out my phone to write them down. "Yes sir. What chapters? I will make a note of them right now." "That won't be necessary. Put your phone away. You need to learn respect not math. Your assignment will be private tutoring sessions with me and your first lesson will be today." I like where this was headed. "Sounds good to me sir." Getting off his desk he came closer to me putting his cock right in my face. "What is the most valuable part of a man, Glenn?" He asked, looking down. "Ummm.. his dick?" I joked. "Exactly. To show me how much you respect me today you will service my cock." "YES, SIR '' I was ecstatic. "Good, I knew you were a faggot. Get to work" Pushing the chair back I got down on my knees and began to unbuckle his pants revealing a pair of red briefs with a pre cum stain soaking through. I begin to lick it tasting the delicious liquid through the fabric. "Aww yeah. That's a good boy." he moans. I begin to worry if other staff can hear but quickly push the thought aside and pull down his briefs and out springs a beautiful cock. It is on the bigger side with a big bouncy bush at its base with two heavy balls dangling below. "Fuuck" I whisper in awe. "You like that boy?" "Yes sir. It is gorgeous." "Thank you. Now shut up and use your mouth for worship." I started with his balls. Licking each one individually getting them nice and wet breathing in his manly aroma. Working my way up his inner thigh I could taste his sweet sweet sweat and finally I was face to face with his dick. Pausing only for a moment I opened wide and swallowed it whole. It fit perfectly down my throat. Granted deep throating was something I was known for around campus. I took it all the way down to the base and then swallowed a few times to really show off my skills. "Ooh baby. You do it so well." I was so fucking turned on. I looked down and my shorts had a huge precum stain on my shorts. I reached down and freed my cock and began to stroke it. Looking down Dr. Rick noticed and said "aw yeah baby. Stroke that dick. I wanna see you cum for daddy." "Yes, sir" and I began to stroke more furiously. With my other hand I stroked his cock while working it over with my mouth. "Ooh yeah baby. You are gonna make daddy cum." "Yeah daddy? I want that cum." I go back to using just my mouth. Going down and up on his shaft reaching his pubes each time. "Oh baby. Oh baby." he moans. "Get ready" His balls tighten up and he begins to shoot streams of hot cum in my mouth. "Don't swallow" he demands as he pulls me to my feet by the back of my neck. He pulls me into a deep kiss and we pass the cum from one mouth to another as our tongues wrestle. Finally he pushes it all back into my mouth and I swallow the rest. Looking down I am still hard as rock with pre cumming dripping. "Someone still needs release." He looks down and starts to stroke my throbbing dick. "Oh daddy" I breathe and lean forward into him. He pulls me in still stroking me. "Daddy I am gonna cum." I whimper and begin to shoot cum on the both of us. "Yeah boy. Oh fuck you did so good." He steps away and goes to the desk grabbing a change of clothes out of the bottom drawer. He tosses me a pair of sweats and I begin to put them on. "Now on monday I want in class on time with those washed and ready to give them back. Understood?" "Yes sir" I bark back. "Good boy. I also want your hole prepped. We'll have our next lesson after class as well" "Yes sir" I beam as I leave his office already making a pre cum stain in the sweats thinking of what monday will bring.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-31	Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2024 12:33:40 +0000 From: Greg S Subject: Perceptions - Chapter 31 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 31 Jason was beyond excited, and was endless with his questions. I tried to prepare him without scaring him too much. I even helped him with my small dildo to loosen up in case things got that far. The next day, we packed up and travelled to my parent's house to spend the night before heading over to Tack's house on Saturday morning. I knocked on the side door, and as usual, Tack hollered for us to `enter'. Fuck, did Tack look fantastic, which is more than I could say for his room which was a mess without me around to keep it clean. He was wearing jeans and a too tight wife beater, and absolutely nothing else. His hair was slicked back and he looked fresher than I'd ever imagine he could. I smirked, because I knew that meant he liked Jason's pictures and wanted to make a good impression. As I closed the door and introduced Jason, he just made eye contact with me and pointed to his feet. I dropped to my knees and crawled to him, lowering my lips to the tops of his feet and then began to devour this God as he stood staring at his new prey. I hoped Jason was not too nervous about the situation he found himself in, and I prayed for the best. Alpha Master Tack summoned Jason to him with his finger and from what I could see, Jason approached him without much delay. I could hear Tack murmur, "Do you know how this works boy? Did my slave explain it to you?" "Well, kind of" Jason replied softly. Tack observed Jason in his tan fitted cargo shorts and small pink t-shirt that hugged his developed biceps and accentuated his worked out pecs. He looked down at his sockless feet in white canvas tennis sneakers. "Your a princess" he commented tauntingly as Jason blushed for him. Sliding his hands over Jason's chest and torso, Tack moaned pleasantly and simply said, "beautiful", which made Jason smile even more in front of the smaller younger man inspecting him. "I'm not interested in being your friend or your boyfriend" he said. "I will use you and take my pleasure from using you. You'll get your pleasure from serving me, your superior, your Alpha." Then he smirked wickedly, "Do you think you can handle that princess?" he challenged Jason. "Yes Sir" was Jason's shy reply. "Good" Tack confirmed. Tack bent and lifted his right elbow and pumped up his compact bicep and pushed Jason's lips to the peak of his muscle and waited. Jason slowly took his first steps, kissing and then licking the top of his striated arm, showing him that he was up for the challenge and could handle it. "Nice beginning boy" Tack said as he stepped back. Surveying the room Tack instructed me, "get to cleaning bitch. This place is a mess without you around to do your duties." Pointing to the couch he directed Jason, "sit down. Do you want something to drink?" "I'm a little nervous and my mouth is pretty dry" Jason explained. "Bitch boy", Tack shouted to me, "Get my guest some water." I poured a glass of water for Jason and walked over to him. Before I had the chance to hand it to him, Tack instructed me, "Make sure to offer it properly to my guest, fag." I processed what he said a few times in my head, and extending the water glass I said, "Here is your glass of water Sir." As Jason took it, almost saying `I'm sorry' with his eyes, I smirked and Tack chuckled and said, "good, now get to work." I couldn't hear everything they talked about, but Tack seemed to want to know a little about Jason before breaking him in. He also seemed captured by this male beauty and it seemed like he valued him highly as a possession because of the way he was treating him. I guessed it was because he was so attractive. They weren't in my sight all of the time, but as I moved from chore to chore I made sure I walked a path that gave me a chance to watch them. As I was scrubbing the floor in the bathroom, I didn't notice that the conversation in the main room had stopped, and walking by the hall I was able to see Alpha Master Tack, leaning back into the couch, no shirt on now, his tight jeans unbuttoned and the fly pulled open. Jason was also shirtless, as Tack fisted a handful of his silky blond locks and drug his face back and forth across his muscled abs and pecs as Jason moaned and Tack sighed. I watched for as long as I could, but there was more I had to do. On my next walk by, Jason had assumed a position on his knees on the floor in front of Tack, while Tack sat on the sofa, His left arm forming an "A" above his head displaying his oh so hot pit and bicep, while his right hand held Jason's head like he was palming a basketball, showing Jason how to suck his cock and swallow it properly. I could see Jason was really concentrating and trying, and it seemed as if he was doing a good job swallowing his new Alpha's manhood. I was mesmerized by the sight, both happy for Jason that he was getting to serve this awesome Stud, happy for Tack that he had a hot new sub, but to be honest, also sad that I was being left out. Knowing I was neglecting my duties, I watched as Tack taught his newest sub to worship him properly. I was startled as there was a loud knock on the door. Tack grabbed Jason's head and kept pistoning it up and down on his perfect cock as he hollered, door's open. Jason seemed to stay where Tack wanted him to be, but I immediately got back to work, not wanting to get caught gawking. I knew immediately that it was Laith who had arrived, as I heard his distinct tenor voice speaking with Tack. Next I heard Jason's voice say, "Nice to meet you Sir." `Fuk' I'm missing the reunion I thought to myself, so I buried myself back in my work, cleaning the shower in the bathroom, trying to put what was happening in the other room out of my mind. I must have been in there for fifteen minutes before I heard Laith yell, "Faggo, get your bitch ass out here." Excited to be summoned by Master Laith, I hustled out to the main area. The sight was spectacular and my eyes were spinning trying to take the whole scene in. There was my beautiful friend Jason laid out on the carpet, his blond hair wrecked, Master Laith sitting on his face, his perfect ass suffocating Jason as he slowly undulated. Opposite him was Master Tack, between Jason's legs, holding them up and out in a "V" shape as he was sliding his cock in and out of Jason's hole. "FAGGOT" Laith barked, bringing me back to reality. "Get my phone. Yeah, over there. Yes, bring it over here" to which he extended his thumb to unlock it. "Film bitch" was all he said. My cock was spasming in my pants as I watched Laith feed Jason his ass, rolling it over his face while Tack went from more gently fucking Jason's ass to powerfully fucking him. I was the horniest cameraman possible as I captured all of the angles. "I wanna see his face" Tack announced to Laith between rapid breaths. "I wanna fuck him too then" Laith negotiated. "C'mon man, not yet. She's too fresh." Tack complained. "Then I think I'm happy right where I am man" he said, giving his Hollywood `risky business' smile to his friend Tack. "You fuckin' suck man, you know that" Tack bitched. "Is that a yes?" Laith questioned. "Yeah man, you can get in her pussy next" he acquiesced. Everyone wants to make Laith happy, and Tack was not an exception as Laith worked him with his charm. Laith laughed his polite victory chuckle as he stood, exhibiting his flawless physique and persona. The way he moved, the shape of his muscles and how he commanded everything around him all combined to make him exceptional. With Jason's mouth and eyes uncovered he gasped at first for some much needed air, but then his grunts and moans indicated that he was experiencing both pleasure and pain from the fuck he was taking from Tack. I continued filming, capturing both Jason and Tack's face as Tack dominated and owned his next boy and Jason submitted himself, his control and his dignity for Tack's pleasure. As Tack's mind washed with animal instincts, he began to rut poor Jayson; and the moans and yelps that echoed through the basement told the story of a boy submitting to and getting owned by a man. Tack's fuck was not nearly as brutal as some I've seen him deliver, but he was breaking in a new boy. As he got closer and closer to climax, his eyes became more disconnected and his head started to drop back and his thrusts took a slower pace but were deeper and harder as Jason yelped with each power thrust Tack delivered. Despite his pain, Jason began to claw at Tack and he was desperate to touch Tack's powerful body as he felt his arms, chest and abs wildly. You could see that he so wanted Tack to consume him. As Jason pawed, Tack hit his peak, ramming in the last few times and planting his cum deep inside of his new boy as he panted like an animal. Leaning forward and laying on Jason, he took a few moments to rest before pulling himself off. He paused as he lifted his body off of Jason, and I actually thought he might lean back down and kiss him, but it was just a pause. Then he got to his feet, looking down at Jason, moved his foot to Jason's face and rubbing it over his mouth, he instructed, "kiss". Laith looked anxious, and even though he was getting Tack's sloppy seconds he sure seemed interested in them. He gave Jason a minute, but he didn't waste too much time in reaching over and tugging him up to his knees. "Get it slick" he told Jason as he started to pump his mouth with his hardening cock. The way he played with his hair made me think he was face fucking a girl as I watched him pummel that pretty face. Next Laith told me to start filming. Positioning Jason on his knees in front of a narrow wall mirror in the main room, Laith assumed his position behind him and drove his cock into Jason, getting to be the second man to take his ass. I caught Jason's facial expression on film and felt bad for the pain he was enduring for the Alphas. Both got to watch themselves as Laith fucked and Jason got fucked. Pointing his one elbow up over his head and flexing his bicep, he showed off his perfect body to everyone in the room, and for a moment he dropped his arm, let go of Jason's waist, and assuming a double bicep pose with a huge smile on his face he proceeded to throw several deep hard thrusts into Jason's cunt as he wailed in pain. Of course I caught all of this on video for Laith. Noticing Tack, I could tell he was agitated. Maybe because he thought he got outmaneuvered by Laith, or the level of his showmanship. I wasn't sure exactly what It was, but I know he was honoring his agreement with heavy reservations. Turning my attention back to the porno taking place, Laith had slowed down his tempo, and I assumed he was trying to draw it out. Jason looked like he was starting to suffer as friction was getting the better of his hole, but Laith seemed to be on a little bit of a mission today. Changing up his pace again, he started to pound harder, then slow down again. I thought Jason would start to cry as he buried his head in his arm and groaned. Now, looking back at Tack, I thought he looked pained for his boy as well as angry now. Not content with humiliating just Jason (and I suspect Tack too), Laith ordered me, "Drop the phone and get to my feet you worthless cunt". Shutting off the video, I laid Laith's phone on the table and kneeled down where his feet extended back. I began to lick his feet from behind and by tilting my head up I was able to see in the mirror, Jason's head buried in the carpet, Laith's ripped torso and cocky face, along with my own face at Laith's magnificent feet paying homage to his Alpha status. "FUK YEAH" he shouted as he slowed down yet again, now making Jason actually start crying and begging, "Please". Ignoring him for a minute, Laith waited as Jason sobbed before asking, "Please What? What are you begging for?" Jason gasped, "It just hurts so bad Sir". Laith smirked, "If you want this to end, beg for me to fuck you hard. While it hurts this bad, beg for more you pretty faggot whore." He demanded as he again slowed his momentum down. Sobbing now as he knew what was to come, Jason began his hell, "Please fuck me, fuck me Sir, please fuck me hard." Laith slapped his ass hard leaving a red hand print, "AGAIN" he called out. "Please Sir, please fuck my ass hard, so hard, so hard please and cum in my ass Sir. Please fuck me Sir" he cried out sobbing as Laith ramped up his bludgeoning of Jason's cunt, tearing his hole up and reducing him to total submission at the might of his will and his cock. Slapping his opposite cheek even harder this time, Jason began to howl. "AGAIN" Laith demanded and Jason continued to beg for him to fuck him harder and harder. This went on for minutes until Laith started grunting like a jaguar throwing his neck back, slamming primordially into Jason and filling him with his seed. Having dumped all of his load into his new cum dump, Laith pulled his cock out and stood up, dragging Jason by his hair up onto his knees. "Clean it" he ordered, as he pushed his still hard cock into Jason's throat. "She's not so fresh now" Laith commented. Broken after this marathon fucking, and after cleaning Laith's dick, Jason crawled to the safety of Tack's proximity and laid at his feet worshipping them, seemingly pledging himself to Tack rather than Laith. Seeing this, Laith conceded, "Well, I guess we know who's bitch he is." Tack's anger seemed to ease and Laith threw his clothes back on, said goodbye and was out. Continuing to worship his chosen master, Jason seemed to find his safety at Tack's feet. I returned to cleaning to let them have some time for themselves, plus Tack was still making me nervous. He wasn't at explosion level anymore, but he was still brewing.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brothers-in-phallocracy	Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2023 15:55:44 +0000 From: Art Penman Subject: Unyielding Roles: Brothers in Phallocracy (incest, authoritarian) - - - - - Imagine a world in which your dick size is public, and dictates every aspect of your life. Welcome to Virilius. - - - Thank you also to the many Nifty authors I've enjoyed for over half my lifetime (and many of whose tropes I have shamelessly pilfered!). Thanks also to Nifty itself, to which you should consider donating. Check out my other stories: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boyclit https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-six-twink-top-lodgers And check out the stories of Mathias Gold, one of my doms. He is one hung young stud! https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/shrinking-his-dicklet/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/stepford-boywives/ - - - Unyielding Roles: Brothers in Phallocracy Chapter One - Oath of Fidelity Under the sun's majestic golden hues, the squeak and slap of sneakers against wet asphalt echoed around the Thompsons' modest back garden in the suburb of Valourwood. Sammy, a tall and lithe twenty-one-year-old, dribbled the firm ochre ball - ducking and weaving quite gracefully as he made his way to the hoop. He came face to face with Jack, his sixteen-year-old younger brother - shorter and more muscular - whose style of play was less calculated, more spontaneous and explosive. "Can't get the ball from that easily, lil bro," Sammy teased. Jack's laughter filled the garden most and loudest of the three, and he had a mischievous glint in his eye as he mocked back the second his brother moved, "Oh yeah, watch this!" He inelegantly but successfully swept the basketball from under his brother's hand. He ducked, weaved and three-point turned away from his brother's attempts to retrieve it - turning to the basket and biting his bottom lip a little with focus as he landed a near-perfect hoop. "Well done, my boy!" Marcus congratulated Jack - Marcus was their loving but authoritative father, in his early forties, slight wrinkles forming on his handsome face - their family's patriarch and provider. The format of the play was quite formless - with the brothers meant to practise both competitive shooting and collaborative passing, so they'd each better bring honour on the Thompson name when playing together on Valourwood's team in the Boldberg Future Tops' Basketball League. "Not bad, Sammy, not bad," Marcus offered, as Sammy managed at one point to use his greater experience and height to manoeuvre around Jack and dunk a hoop of his own. "A little more aggression next time!" "Yeah, like this," this younger brother gloated. Jack, not to be outdone, showed just such power - not just in his play - but in the growing muscles that bulged out of his vest, contrasting with his deepening boyish laugh, and hinting at the cusp on manhood he was just passing. He swept the ball from Sammy, around the small family half court, and into the basket thrice - making two shots out of three. "Hey, Jack! You don't always have to be Mr Star Shooter," Marcus laughed, "give your brother a chance!" Egged on, Sammy grinned, and used Jack's moment of distraction to show off some of the best moves he'd learnt from years of play to score another hoop. "Yeah, show off," Sammy joined in, giving his brother a cheeky friendly wink. As the sun set, the patio lights came on, and the sound of squeaking sneakers and the pat-pat-pat of the basketball against the warm and drying ground began to slow, replaced by the panting of the exertions of the three big sweaty boys. "Okay boys, time for dinner," Marcus announced. "Let's see what you poppy's got cooked up for us." And the three of them bounded from the garden into the kitchen. Soft lighting and gentle music subtly filled the Thompson kitchen, along with the lemony aroma of Oliver's famous roast chicken - which he was just serving up, used to his husband and son's daily routines. Oliver was Marcus's devoted wifey and loving poppy to Sammy and Jack. He was some six inches shorter than Marcus - although not at that moment as dad had just collapsed onto a sturdy wooden chair - and Oliver kissed him on the cheek, placing a beer in front of him. Oliver's longish hair was tied back for cooking, and he wore a red-and-white polka dot pinny over his clothes. "Good game, boys?" Oliver cooed, watching as Jack and Sammy competitively tore into the chicken after Marcus had had first dibs. "Save a little for your poppy, sons," chuckled Marcus, but with a hint of seriousness. "Yeah!" Jack regaled, with his mouth half full, "I whooped Sammy's butt!" Sat to his side, Sammy swallowed. "You did not! Shut it, you stink!" Which was not untrue. In contrast with the fruity and sometimes floral scents Oliver wore, - not having bothered to wash after the game, Marcus, Sammy and Jack were all glowing and sweaty, and Jack - not having washed for a couple of days, as sixteen-year-olds are wont to do - was sweatiest of all. "Shut it, you!" Jack said, grabbing the head of his big brother with his right hand and shoving it into his left armpit. Sammy scrunched up his face at the acrid teen funk and fought to get free. Marcus waited a moment. This sort of boisterousness was common among men in Virilius, but Jack needed a little more respect for his older brother. "Leave your brother alone, Jack." Jack released Sammy as instructed and tucked into his chicken, even putting a little of the delicious but less loved salad on his plate, not wanting to hurt Oliver's feelings. "I'm sure you're both going to do the family and the Valourwood Future Tops team proud at your game on Saturday," Oliver said, beaming at his boys hungrily demolishing the meal he'd made. "No doubt about it!" Marcus agreed. Sammy thought about just how lucky he was. The table at which they sat and ate had been made from scratch by him, his dad and his brother - from chopping down the tree, to helping at the lumber mill for it to be made into planks, to hammering and nailing it together in the garden into the sturdy heart of the home it now was; and on which his poppy now placed like clockwork a never-ending string of tasty baked and roasted things for them to eat. It was an idyllic family - one in which any Virilian boy would be lucky to grow up. - - - Sammy was in a similarly reflective mood as he walked around the park later that week. He stopped off at a stall selling soft drinks for a lemonade, and was sipping at it, as he watched the people go by. Five such people were some members of the Valourwood Future Tops football team. He knew them slightly, and wondered if they recognised him too as one returned a nod of hello. They were wearing the crimson and navy uniforms of Future Tops throughout virilius, each proudly had a silver badge of the proto-insignia on their chest - a firm phallus unadorned by the stars that confirmed tops wore. Tuesday's next basketball meet wasn't until Tuesday, so he wasn't in uniform. He hung back to watch the boys rough-housing around the park. He winced slightly at the prospect of them getting grass stains on their honourable uniforms, but figured they too must have loving poppies at home who'd expertly wash and press them for the next day. Two of the footballers - Ryan and Ben - were Sammy's age, and so he knew them especially, from school. Ryan was so lucky. A natural leader, who excelled not just in football but the other sports at which he tried his hand; not to mention fire-building, fishing and other camping skills; and the plethora of other activities in which Future Tops took part. Ryan was especially lucky as he loved and was loved by Sebastian - who wasn't here of course. Sebastian was a devout Bottom of Tomorrow. This much smaller organisation attracted its members from the fifth or so of Virilian boys who knew even in childhood that they were destined to grow up to be bottoms - kind, gentle and nurturing, and more often than not a little feminine - they were usually right. They were sometimes seen in their teal and pastel pink uniforms on their way to help adult bottoms with sewing, to sit in cookery classes, and to volunteer to read to toddlers in the local nursery. Given how few boys wanted to be bottoms when they grew up, aspiring tops who managed to find such a high school sweetheart were very fortunate indeed. Ryan, Ben and the other three were leaning against some railings, uniforms a little scruffy but unsullied, and Sammy watched as they in turn people watched. They offered respectful nods to the adult tops who strolled on the path along the railing, some in military uniform and others in civilian dress, but each wearing the golden insignia of his Tier - indicating his rank in Virilian society. These men returned the nods to these young model Future Tops. They were less respectful to say the least to the adult bottoms who walked by, pushing prams or laden with the day's shopping, who bore no insignia and dressed modestly. The five lads wolf-whistled and passed comment on them, one languidly chewing gum as he did so. One bottom, not much older than the boys, was stopped - ostensibly to ask for the time, given the way he checked his watch. As the bottom tried to continue on his journey, Ben grabbed his wrist. The three other boys whose names Sammy didn't know fell about laughing, and Ryan shook his head but had a forgiving smile the whole time. Sammy couldn't hear what was being said, and squinted in vain to read their lips; the bottom was attractive, with youthful androgynous facial features and pert buttocks, good for child-rearing, and Sammy imagined the five tops were telling him just that. Sammy could see trouble abrewing, however, as he saw two men in military uniform - golden insignia of a firm phallus underlined with four stars, the Tier of Dominance, and lapel pins with a red fist. The Advocates - tops who spent their spare time ensuring propriety across the lands of Virilius - ensuring tops behaved like tops and bottoms behaved like bottoms. The Future Tops and the Bottoms of Tomorrow were youth organisations overseen by the Advocates, in fact. As these two men approached the ruckus, Sammy winced. He knew what was coming. The Advocates' deep voices carried far enough for him to catch snippets as they berated the unsuspecting bottom "Totally inappropriate!" "Jodhpurs far too tight! Of course you caught these young men's eye!" "Have you no modesty?" Luckily for the bottom, they seemed to let him continue on his way with just a firm and public warning, and Sammy watched as feminine young man scurried away with bright blush spreading across his pretty cheeks. "Gentlemen," the Advocates said, nodding to the Future Tops, before continuing to patrol the park. Sammy almost felt sorry for the young bottom - having seen the whole thing unfurl, he clearly hadn't stopped to flirt with the Future Tops, but rather the other way around. Nevertheless, it was a foolish thing to do - for a bottom to allow himself to be objectified by men so publicly. It simply wouldn't do in Virilius, where bottoms are meant of course to be demure and modest. Really, it was a good thing the Advocates came by when they did before the bottom could have dishonoured himself by anything more happening to him. Sammy shuddered at the thought. - - - All felt right with the world back at home. Marcus was working late, Jack was out with the Future Tops tennis squad, and as Sammy lay in bed he could hear Oliver in the kitchen preparing the casserole they'd be eating that evening. Sammy's eyes wandered around the room from the bottom bunk of the bed he'd shared with Jack almost as long as he could remember. There were posters of elite sports stars, great tops who brought victory and honour to Boldberg in the Virilian Games. He and Jack had discussed whether or not to pin up the calendar of bottoms in lewd positions that Jack had one day got from his schoolmates on the wall, but both agreed their dad and poppy might think it inappropriate, so it was tucked under Jack's mattress above - and he'd said Sammy could `use' it whenever he liked. Two small desks side-by-side on the wall opposite were stacked with Sammy's and Jack's schoolwork past and present, and they and the walls above them were adorned with medals, certificates and a trophy or two from the Future Tops' sports leagues and camping trips first Sammy and then the two of them had been on together - Sammy's seniority meant he had a few more, but Jack was catching up rapidly. In the middle of this collage of achievements was a joint poster of five strapping young men in the crimson and navy uniform of the `FUTURE TOPS!', as the poster exclaimed, `Power. Dominance. Triumph. Shaping Virilius' Destiny.' And beneath it, a photograph of Sammy and Jack in their uniforms on the first Future Tops camping trip they went on together. It all made him feel rather nostalgic. That summer was his last as a Future Top. Tomorrow would be his Epiphany Ascendus. The Virilian coming of age ceremony is taken by all boys in Virilius at twenty-one at the latest, Sammy's current age. One could take it up to five years early, but three quarters of Virilians chose to wait until the last minute and for good reason. In the ceremony, your manhood was measured and gauged - length and girth alike. Tops, like Marcus, and the rest of the half of men who ran this phallocratic nation, were those whose dicks were deemed above average - and they were sorted into Tiers based on which of these five deciles they fell, indicating the power and rank of the jobs for which they were eligible. Marcus for instance was in the Tier of Strength, the third decile - indicating a cock in the top 30% but not the top 20% - and he supported the family by managing a regional chain of games arcades. Sammy couldn't wait to find out which of the Top Tiers he'd be in tomorrow, and what sort of vocation he might pursue, be allowed to drink and smoke, and of course to find a loving bottom with whom to raise a family. He'd always loved building furniture with his dad and brother - maybe he could get a job in construction, maybe even as a contractor if his Tier was high enough. Anyone whose `virile' volume was deemed below average, however, didn't get a Tier. They won no insignia to don. They were bottoms. Bottoms like his poppy, Oliver, they had an honourable role in Virilian society, supporting the men, keeping house, and bearing them children. Sammy loved his poppy dearly, but - almost as much as Jack - he'd always had more in common with his dad Marcus, and couldn't wait to join him in Virilian top adulthood the next day. Sammy loved Oliver dearly, but knew he'd want one day to have a bottom wife to love the way Marcus loved Oliver - and bear him lots of sons. That night at dinner, Sammy's Epiphany the next day was all the family could talk about. "Tomorrow, you become a man, son," Marcus said, beaming, and slapping Sammy heavily on the back. "I can't wait for my Epiphany!" Jack exclaimed, his boyish voice cracking and deepening by the day, "I'm gonna the best top ever - like you dad! Maybe even better!" "Watch it, cheeky," Marcus chuckled. "You'll both make fine Valourwood tops and be husbands to some very lucky bottoms one day, just like I am," Oliver smiled indulgently, and squeezed their dad's hand across the table. "Have you thought about what sort of job you might like, my boy?" "I was thinking maybe construction, maybe even a head contractor. I loved our trip to the lumber mill that time," Sammy said. "A fine career, son. As manly as they come," Marcus opined, nodding. Once they'd finished eating, Marcus said the boys could play some videogames and the three of them settled in the living room. Oliver brought Marcus a whiskey, the newspaper, his cigarettes and his lighter, and picked up the sweaty shoes he and the brothers had all shucked off, before shuffling off to the kitchen to clear the table and wash-up. Jack was something of a whizz with computer games, and in even the ones at which Sammy was much better practised he could pick up the moves and the flow quite quickly, as was the case this evening where whatever the permutations of characters in the beat-'em-up, Jack seemed to whoop Sammy's butt over and over. Sammy found it a little demoralising, but knew tomorrow would make it all worthwhile - he'd be a confirmed top, something for which his little brother would have to wait another five whole years. Marcus chain-smoked and sipped his whiskey, occasionally reading snippets from the sports and then the business sections of the paper. Just as Oliver was coming in from the kitchen to snuggle up towards Marcus with a glass of dry white wine for himself, Marcus had reached the news section. "This Piers Vanderpuye is at it again," Marcus growled. "What's that dear?" asked Oliver, who like most Virilian bottoms didn't take much notice of current affairs. Piers Vanderpuye was an Alpha Tier top, men whose dicks were in the largest decile of Virilian society, destined for great leadership roles. After an esteemed career as a general in the Virilius Armed Forces, he'd retired a little early to take up a post as rather a reactionary a columnist in Virilius' newspaper of record. "Universal Chastity: Strengthening Virilian Tradition," Marcus read from the paper. Oliver and Sammy both pricked up their ears, with Jack only half-listening as he adolescently focused on the console controller in his hands and the screen before him - Jack's main reaction was to laugh as Marcus put on a posher more clipped accent, mimicking the times they'd seen Vanderpuye on the television, and doing a rather good job of it: "For centuries, our great society has been based on balance and harmony between tops and bottoms. I have been lucky enough myself to be adored and supported by the same devoted wife, which has allowed me to focus on keeping our esteemed nation state." "I read with great alarm, therefore, in this paper and others about an ever increasing number of bottoms who do not do so. They are not adoring. They are not supportive. They're barely even respectful of the great men who do what we can to protect and provide for them. Back chat. Immodesty. Even infidelity. Flirtations and encounters before marriage. And, one of the most odious practices of all, role confusion. Yes, dear reader, I am talking about bottoms who use their own modest penises, insofar as they can be called that, for personal pleasure. I have even read of unmarried bottoms using their penises for penetration among each other. What next? Them attempting to use their penises for penetration with tops? This abhorrent misbehaviour must be stopped in its tracks." Marcus furrowed his brow. There was nothing disagreeable in the article so far, but Piers Vanderpuyre usually found a way to go beyond the pale by his peroration. Oliver was smiling docilely and nodding, but with a slight look of discomfort on his gentle features. Oliver had barely even considered his penis before his Epiphany, and has certainly never touched it beyond a cursory wash in the shower, even sitting down to pee. The idea that there were bottoms in Virilius doing anything but was bizarre. Marcus continued to read aloud from the Gazette, "Since the time of our forefathers, role compliance enforced by chastity cage has been used as punishment for those bottoms who commit these unspeakable acts. It is a system rich in history and tradition. It is a system which works well. It is a system the time has come to expand. Why do our so-called leaders, fellow tops no less, not see what is needed? Universal chastity for bottoms, from the moment they undertake their Epiphany Ascendus, is a firm but fair, a cheap but effective, method of ensuring our beloved Virilian values are upheld. As sure as a mighty oak protects the tiny buds beneath it from all weathers, we tops must act now to protect our bottoms from this impropriety." The words hung in the living room air for a while, now silent as even Jack had paused his game to listen to Vanderpuye's rather extreme proposal. Oliver, if he had any opinion, offered up none. Jack seemed to look at the dad he idolised to take his leave before forming an opinion. Sammy thought it sounded a bit barbaric. Chastity was a punishment for misbehaviour, so universalising it would be a punishment for all bottoms. But he didn't say this out loud, wanting to know his family's thoughts. Marcus, the family patriarch, put the matter to rest. "Pah, typical Vanderpuye, that old reactionary. Why do ALL bottoms need to be placed in chastity for the misbehaviour of the few. My little Ollie here's never been in one of those cages and has never had to be." He pulled his bottom wife into an embrace and kissed him dotingly on the head. Sammy exhaled with relief, and Jack and Oliver decided they too shared Marcus' viewpoint. They switched off the games console so they could watch a film together before it was time to sleep. That night, in bed, Sammy could hardly sleep from the excitement. The excitement manifested itself quite physically - and he found himself the hardest and biggest he'd ever been. It was such an urgent excitement, in fact, he found it stopped him from sleeping - and as his hand reached down to explore himself for his twice-daily relief - his thumb, fore- and middle finger deftly playing with himself, quietly as he could and with baited breath so as not to attract Jack's attention. He had his eyes closed - picturing first the attractive young bottom he'd seen in the park that day, then a ballroom full of them, then the visions became more abstract, him on the stage tomorrow, becoming a man, becoming a protector and provider. His movements became a little more urgent - disturbed once or twice by Jack turning in bed above him. It took him only a couple of minutes for release, and he fell asleep in his own mess. - - - It was rather a cloudier day than Sammy had always envisioned for his Epiphany Ascendus, as the air was thick and humid as the Thompson family walked around the corner to the Valourwood Civic Hall. Epiphany ceremonies were held monthly in each neighbourhood and were days of pomp and pageantry. The Virilian coat of arms featured prominently on banners and flagpoles - a shield whose elements were four firm phalluses with a fifth and larger phallus at the helm, representing the five Tiers of Tops who led the great nation, and - underneath either side at the mantle, a modest peach topped by a budding flower, representing the care and nurture the nation's bottoms gave to their tops. There were ten other boys from their suburb entering for their Epiphany - and Sammy knew most of them, given they were mostly the same age. Some looked extremely confident, others a little more nervous - and Sammy hoped they felt he belonged in the former camp. Even girly little Sebastien Harris, whose arm was looped through Ryan's, seemed poised and sanguine in his own unassuming way. Ryan Johnson and Ben Taylor, and the twins Jonjo and James Evans, greeted Sammy with huge grins, handshakes, and manly back-slapping hugs. They had all been in the Valourwood Future Tops since they were young boys, and the shared excitement of the life as tops - as real Virilian men - was contagious. The Grand Preceptor for the event was Victor Rodriguez. A firm but patient top of about fifty, Preceptor Rodriquez had been working in the neighbourhood overseeing its Epiphanies for decades, and so the young men assembled at the front of the Hall knew they were in good hands - as they'd seen Preceptor Rodriquez assign hundreds of older cousins and neighbours and others to their adult roles - a life of rule or of service. As the Grand Preceptor took to the stage, the boys' hubbub and that of the friends and family assembled at the back petered down. He wore almost clerical robes, and about his shoulders was draped the yellow silk tape measure with which he would administer his important role. "Esteemed men and fair bottoms," he began, "we are gathered here for a most momentous occasion." Sammy marvelled at how Preceptor Rodriguez managed to bring the same gravitas and momentousness to each ceremony over which he presided. He felt, with some relief, himself start to harden urgently. As he glanced up the row, he saw most of the other boys shift in their seats. Most boys were achingly erect by the time they reached the stage, but at past ceremonies Preceptor Rodriquez was more indulging than most at letting those who needed it reach the rigidity they wanted before undergoing the most important measurement of their lives. "For centuries, our great nation of Virilius has been based on the deep and traditional values of phallocracy. For our generously endowed tops: dominance, strength, valour and fortitude. For our modestly endowed bottoms: honour, modesty, chastity and submission. These ancient and complementary principles underpin our esteemed Virilian society and ensure its continued prosperity and harmony." Preceptor Rodriguez cleared his throat. "The young men assembled before you find themselves on one of two paths. For the tops, a life of leadership, contributing productively to our nation's greatness and protecting and providing for their families. For the bottoms, a life of nurturing, settling down and finding a top husband, someone with whom to raise a family and make a warm and caring home. Just as we celebrate the glory and achievements of our great tops, we must respect the role our nation's bottoms play - in their chastity, our tops find esteem; in their submission, our top's find dominance; in their nurture, our tops find fortitude; and in their modesty, our tops find strength. Theirs too is a role of honour." "And so," Preceptor Rodriquez boomed with expert flourish, "without further ado - I shall call these Virilian young men to the stage." "Evans, James" called the Grand Preceptor - and the first of the sporty twins made his way to the stage. James' back was facing the audience - and the Grand Preceptor was facing him - as he fiddled with his trousers and lowered them. Preceptor Rodriquez's silk tape measure was to the ready, and the crowd could see the movements they'd seen many times before, as first James' length and then his girth were calculated. On a stand next to the Grand Preceptor was a tablet, into which the figures were entered digitally. In the past, these would have been entered into a municipal ledger accessible by any citizen in the Civic Hall - and Preceptors had to be deft at mathematics - for the result to be declared aloud. Now, however, these things were done on-screen and the calculation, the percentile and the rank projected onto the screen: Length 7.1" x Girth 5" = 55th percentile = Top: Tier of Fortitude Grand trumpets let out a pompous arpeggio. The audience broke into applause, and after a few moments James turned around, grinning a little bashfully at the audience and - as was customary - showing the assembled crowd his manhood, before buttoning himself off and exiting to the side of the stage. Next up was his twin "Evans, Jonjo", whose identicalness was almost entire Length 7" x Girth 5.1" = 54th percentile = Top: Tier of Fortitude More pompous horns and more applause from the audience. Sammy felt his palms start to get a little sweaty and he gulped. Obviously not all Epiphany ceremonies ended with exactly even numbers of tops and bottoms, but that's the average towards which they tended, and here were two of presumably five or six spots taken already. "Harris, Sebastien," Preceptor Rodriguez called. Sebastien made his way gracefully on stage. He wore jodhpurs of the type that were fashionable among bottoms, as though he knew the life that was ahead of him. The Grand Preceptor took his measurements, tapped away and they flashed on screen: Length 4.2" x Girth 3.8" = 17th percentile = Bottom This time gentle flutes let out a delicate arpeggio and the audience's applause was more muted, but firm and polite. An exception was Ryan, who clapped heartily and let out a whistle at his now-confirmed bottom boyfriend. Sebastien turned around to show his little dick to the assembled Virilians and beamed at Ryan, whom both knew was up next. Sebastien did up his trousers and walked to the side of the stage. "Johnson, Ryan," Preceptor Rodriquez called. Ryan swaggered onto the stage, turned and gave a cheeky wink to the other young men who still awaited their turn and a thumbs up to the crowd. The Grand Preceptor gave him a nod to do what needed to be done. Ryan deftly undid his trousers and whipped out his member in the direction of Preceptor Rodriquez, who began to take the measurements. After the customary tense few seconds and some tapping, Ryan's dreams came true: Length 8.4" x Girth 6" = 77th percentile = Top: Tier of Strength The crowd broke into rapturous applause even before the trumpets sounded, and Ryan waited a showman's moment before turning around to show his pride and joy to the crowd. He was almost twice the volume of his bottomy boyfriend - and now he was a confirmed top. He grinned a winning smile, and strutted towards the side of the stage, taking his time to shove his substantial erection with some effort into his jeans as he did so. Next up were five boys Sammy didn't know so well went next - he supposed he hadn't seen them at Future Tops, or perhaps they were a little younger, but nor had he seen them with Sebastien when his Bottoms of Tomorrow group were out and about. The former seemed likelier for three - maybe they didn't have enough sporting prowess or care for the boisterous behaviour that was expected, and so hadn't signed up for or got into Future Tops. Three of the five were assigned as bottoms, to flute and applause, and two were tops. Only Ben and Sammy were waiting for their turn now. "Taylor, Benjamin," said Father Rodriquez, giving each of the boys' names the sense of occasion it deserved. Sammy cast his mind back to all the basketball games and campfire shenanigans he and Ben had got up to growing up in the same Future Tops troop and as near-neighbours. Ben was an even better sportsman than Sammy was, and Sammy felt that surely the two of them were destined to be tops together. Preceptor Rodriquez took his time in measuring Ben - which usually meant someone was likely to be on the borderline between Tiers - something a Preceptor with as much experience as he had could often intuit. Sammy wondered which two Tiers of Top Ben was between and into which he'd fall, when Preceptor Rodriquez nodded at Ben and Ben nervously nodded back. He entered the figures into the tablet: Length 5.1" x Girth 4.2" = 48th percentile = Bottom A tense moment's pause impregnated the air, before the audience let in a collective inhalation of breath and before the flutes started to play. The polite applause came eventually, but to be so narrowly assigned a bottom must have sent Ben's mind racing. He was a little slow in turning around and showing everyone his slightly-too-below-average endowment, before hiding it away and scurrying to the side of the stage. That left just Sammy now - who had a deafening buzzing in his ear and whose heart was thumping, as he was trying to picture what these numbers might look like as an actual dick - was still convincing himself that he might just make it and be assigned as a top, perhaps a lower Tier one than Ryan or his dad, from what he'd just seen on stage - but, after having just seen Ben, he wasn't so sure - but then again, he could know for certain, as Ben was quite far away, and in any case... The buzzing in his faded and he realised Preceptor Rodriguez was speaking with the slightly tried patience of someone who was repeating himself. "Thompson, Samuel?" The Grand Preceptor was looking down at where Sammy sat. Sammy's legs seemed to have seized up and he was slightly rueing having turned twenty-one so soon. Maybe if he asked nicely he could wait another year to find out his destiny was to be a top? But the expectation of the face looking down at him and which he sensed in the crowd before him, not to mention centuries of Virilian tradition, all told him this would be impossible. He managed to wrestle himself from the seat and tread his way carefully towards the stage. Preceptor Rodriquez cleared his throat again and nodded dignifiedly to Sammy's crotch. It was a sacred part of the body, for tops in particular, the source of one's honour and power. Sammy had always dreamed of this moment, but now it seemed like a nightmarish out-of-body experience as he reached down and unbuttoned his chinos, pulling them and his boxers under his balls and giving his offering to the master of ceremonies. Preceptor Rodriquez, who had known Sammy since he was a boy and indeed mentored the Valourwood Young Tops in many a matter, quickly concealed his raising of the eyebrows. Sammy watched as the Grand Preceptor's tanned brown hands handled the yellow silk tape measure that had hung from his shoulders and was now doing its work to decide what Sammy's destiny was to be. He felt it placed professionally over his length, and licked his lips with some nervousness, then felt it wrapped around the thickness he had. He watched as the Preceptor Rodriquez's long fingers tapped away at the tablet and he felt a deafening silence in his head. His heart thumped, deep and slow, in his eardrums - once, twice, thrice - and he was brought back to reality by a gasp from the audience. He looked up over Preceptor Rodriguez's head to the screen the audience could see Length 3" x Girth 2.9" = 2nd percentile = Bottom Sammy suddenly felt his throat tighten and his eyes well up - the gentle flutes which played played again in his head in melancholy-tinged minor key variations - not celebratory nor nurturing, but bitter and ironic. He barely knew he was displaying himself, although just as well as it was expected, as he turned to see the audience still silent and agog. Eventually, their polite applause started up, and this snapped Sammy to his senses as he looked down and buttoned away at what they had just seen. His dicklette, not even breaking double figures in length or in girth. The smallest at the ceremony by some margin. The smallest, as far as he could recall, that he'd ever seen at a Valourwood ceremony. With a sense of clenching foreboding he made his way to the end of the stage where the ten other boys stood. - - - Two Deputy Preceptors had come to greet the assembled boys, as the friends and family in the audience headed home, not privy to this next more private part of the ceremony. Unlike Grand Preceptor Rodriguez, these Deputy Preceptor roles were part-time and voluntary. Ryan, Jonjo, James and the other two tops were now proudly donning their top insignia - Ryan's with three stars beneath the imposing-looking phallus, James' and Jonjo's each with just one. Oh what Sammy would have done for just one star at that moment. The Deputy Preceptor who took them aside was a local business mogul, who wore his four-starred Tier of Dominance insignia with pride. But among the tops, there would be no pulling of rank - it was a moment of fraternity and shared pride - and he seemed a striking and charismatic figure, as he led the five newly assigned tops into the Ascendants' Hall for their Dominion Rites. The top who had been assigned as Deputy Preceptor for this ceremony's bottoms was a man Sammy didn't recognise. He was a military man, as indicated by his uniform, and he too wore the four-starred Tier of Dominance insignia. "Well done, ladies," he growled with a hint of hazing malice, and told them to follow him into the Serenity Chamber for their Oath of Fidelity. The room was austere - a dozen seats facing a stage, with small bouquets of white unblossomed lilies on tables on either side. On the stage, onto which the Deputy Preceptor strode, was a screen which presently he disappeared behind. Starting with Sebastien, the five other boys began to undress, and it was only through peer pressure and a slight state of disassociatedness that Sammy began to do the same. Sebastien was beaming, glowing even, as he neatly folded each of his garments and put them in a neat pile under his seat. The three other boys who Sammy didn't know attempted to do the same, although with it not coming quite as naturally as it did to Sebastien - they looked nervous, but nowhere near as bad as Sammy felt. Sammy looked at Ben, whose furrowed brow and look of concentration hinted at an emotion slightly more similar to Sammy. "I can't believe it," whispered Ben. "Nor can I," offered Sammy, speaking for the first time since the Epiphany, his voice a little hoarse. "I was sure we'd be tops together!" Now all six of them were naked, and Ben looked down at Sammy's pitiful dick. Sammy felt sure Ben was thinking that he, Ben, had been borderline - and almost given the life he felt was owed to him, one of a top; but that Sammy's case was open-and-close. Which, numerically, was true - but surely that didn't detract from the fact that Sammy had always been one of the boys, goofing and horsing around together, he and Ben had played just as much sport as James and Jonjo, and stuck up for themselves almost as much as Ryan for that matter. Sammy had never seen so many dicks in his life - or dicklettes as he should say, as was customary for bottoms after the Epiphany. In truth, Ben's and even the others' felt down right intimidating to him - even if they were modest enough for them too to have been assigned bottoms. He looked at Sebastian, whose grace and femininity was something he'd always found attractive and often envied Ryan for being able to enjoy, whose pert little erection stood at three centimetres larger than his own! How could Sebastian - a model Bottom of Tomorrow - have a bigger dick than him?! This was a nightmare! And if the dicks in the Serenity Chamber of all these bottoms made him feel this way, what must the dicks of all the tops out there be like? He didn't have to wait long to find out. "I'm Colonel Walker," began the gruff old soldier, who strode around from behind the screen - butt naked apart from a medallion worn around his neck of strong and firm phallus emphasised by four stars beneath it - and emphasised further by his substantial manhood, as upright as the bearer, the strongest and of course the largest in the chamber. "And I'd like to congratulate each and every one of you on your Epiphany Ascendus. You now take up the very important mantle of bottomhood here in Virilius. This is a great privilege," he said, twitching his moustache slightly, "you do not need to work. In fact, you cannot work. That's a man's job - quite literally - for tops. Instead, you will live lives of quiet humility and modesty, and one day I hope you will each make a top husband very happy indeed." "There is no greater privilege in Virilius than supporting a strong and virile man, ensuring his stomach is full and his balls are empty," there was a little shuffle in the crowd at his salty soldiers' language, "raising his sons, and keeping the home." The Colonel went on: "Now, before I let you get dressed and move on with the next stage of your lives, I must remind you of the tenets of the Oath of Fidelity you have all taken by being admitted to the role of bottom:" "The Tenet of Reverence: you shall revere the sacred bond between top and bottom, cherishing the roles bestowed upon us." "The Tenet of Submission: you shall submit willingly or otherwise to the authority of your top, trusting his guidance and leadership." "The Tenet of Modesty: you shall embrace modesty in your appearance and conduct, honouring the virtues of Virilian values." "The Tenet of Service: you shall dedicate yourself to serving your top and your family with unwavering devotion and care." "The Tenet of Respect: you shall treat all tops with respect and honour, recognising their vital roles in our society." "The Tenet of Responsibility: you shall take responsibility for your actions and decisions, understanding their impact they have on our great nation of Virilius. "And finally," the gruff Colonel went on, "the Tenet of Chastity: you shall vow to maintain your chastity until marriage, and forevermore refrain from using your penis for penetration or for personal pleasure." There was no call for Sammy and the others to agree to these oaths. They were taken, both de jure and de facto, by virtue of being Virilian bottoms. Sammy, whose dicklette had gone soft from the chilly air in the unheated chamber, hardened up at these last words - and releasing some of the tension he felt from this sickening turn of events would have been very welcome indeed. Most of the other boys had gone soft by this point, Sammy noted as his eyes wandered, before settling on the crotch of the perfect little bottom Sebastien who - even soft - had a volume which rivalled Sammy's hard. The Colonel looked down at Sammy's modest upward pointing endowment and shook his head with gentle disapproval. - - - After the Epiphany, Sammy took the long route home and arrived just as Oliver was serving up dinner. Ben and the others had dashed off right after the ceremony, and Colonel Walker didn't seem like the chatty type, and Sammy was desperate to talk to someone and get things off his chest after the shock from earlier today. "You're a little late?" Marcus said, looking at his watch, "Oh, uhh, and well done on your Epiphany." he added, offering out a soft gift roughly wrapped in brown paper with messy sticky tape holding it together. "Yes, congratulations, sweetie!" Oliver offered, smiling, hugging and kissing Sammy on both cheeks. "Here's this is from me," he said, giving Sammy a small box, wrapped again in brown paper with a neat red bow around it. "And this is from your brother," Oliver added, proffering a smaller-still wrapped box. Judging by the look on Jack's face, and the neatness with which the gift was wrapped, Sammy very much doubted Jack had taken much time to choose it. But more pressing and nagging still was how his dad, poppy and brother seemed completely unfazed by what had happened earlier at the Epiphany. "Uhh, thanks," Sammy said. "So - what do you think? Of my assignment at the Epiphany." "I said well done, didn't I?" Marcus muttered, nudging Jack on the arm. "Oh, uhh, yeah, well done big sis!" Jack said, with a mischievous smile. "You'll make a wonderful bottom," cooed Oliver, "although I'll have to start passing on some more of the family recipes to you!" Sammy was dumbstruck. Just yesterday, everyone - including him - was certain that after years of waiting and expectation he'd be a top, just like his dad, just like most of the Future Tops with whom he'd grown up, and now they were acting like his assignment as a bottom was nothing of note. He ate with less alacrity than usual that night - Marcus and Jack shovelled slice after slice of the leg of lamb Oliver had cooked onto their plates, and into their cutes, while Sammy found he'd lost half his appetite. Oliver demurely had two slim slices and a little asparagus. After dinner was finished, Marcus turned to Jack, "Fancy a few hoops before bed, my boy?" Sammy's face lit up. A good sporting distraction was just what he needed right now, and he looked at his dad expectantly, but Marcus avoided his gaze. "Sammy, darling," Oliver said, "why don't you stay and help poppy clean up?" he asked in the third person. "Oh, uhh," Sammy muttered, feeling his cheeks begin to flush red, "I- I guess." "Ata boy!" Marcus said, "you help out your poppy." "Open your Epiphany gifts first, darling," Oliver said. "Oh yeah, umm, thanks guys," Sammy said. He unwrapped the one from his dad first - an apron - polka dots, like his poppy's, but teal and white rather than red and white. "Thanks, dad," said Sammy, feeling his cheeks begin to colour. "Try it on, sweetie," Oliver said encouragingly, "we can wear ours together for the washing up!" Sammy stood - hesitant and awkward - and put the hoop at the top around his neck, with Oliver tying the back into a bow. "Beautiful! Open your brother's next," Oliver went on. This household matter, and it being a newly minted bottom's Epiphany, clearly gave poppy domain over the occasion. Sammy undid the bow and then unwrapped the paper, revealing a box with an expensive and popular perfume he'd seen advertised to young bottoms: "Whispers Pure: A gentle scent infused with white tea and clean cotton, symbolising the purity and virtue of our nation's bottoms." Judging by how intently his younger brother was watching Sammy as he unwrapped the gift, Sammy felt surer than ever that his poppy had picked it out as `From him'. "Oh `Whispers Pure'!" Oliver exclaimed, feigning surprise, unboxing it and squirting a little on either side of Sammy's nape. "That's just what I wore when I was your age. And how appropriate given your strong younger brother can help ensure you stay pure until marriage, just like I did. Do mine now." "Uhh, thanks, Jack," said Sammy, before unwrapping the final neatly bowed gift, and this one contained a thin silver chain with a modest pendant at the front - in the shape of a peach, with an unblossomed flower bud at the top - and on the pendant was the one-word inscription "Chastity". "I hope you like it," Oliver trilled, taking it from its box and walking behind Sammy to hang it over his neck. "Remember, it's not just pretty. It's one of the most important pledges we take to safeguard the honour of our family and our future husband." Sammy flushed in emasculation, and hallucinated the chain tightening around his neck. "Thanks, poppy," he said, and allowed his reddening cheek to be stroked. The mandatory family soppy stuff now out of the way, Marcus stood up and walked towards the garden, with Jack bounding after him like a big boisterous puppy, and Sammy tried to follow his poppy's lead with picking up plates, and scraping them clean. He tried to wash things in the sink at the same time as Oliver, which didn't work, so Oliver gave him a cloth with which Sammy could instead dry dishes after Oliver had washed and rinsed them. Sammy had never washed up before. It wasn't anything that had ever occurred to him - or his parents for that matter - as they'd all until recently assumed he'd one day be a top like Marcus; and so it required the focus and concentration of learning something new and difficultly important. Sammy felt himself welling up with tears for the second time that day, as he heard the sneakers squeaking and the basketball pounding on the ground out in the garden, along with Marcus and Jack's laughs and barks of mutual encouragement. Oliver saw the tears in Sammy's eyes, and gave him a comforting smile, tiptoeing to kiss him on the cheek. After he'd helped with the clear-up for the first time ever, Sammy decided to head to his room for some privacy - and to be away from sounds of the sport he loved and might never again get to enjoy playing. He breathed deeply, calming himself, still not quite fully registering the day's news - not being able to play b-ball with his dad and brother, helping out with the washing up - all of these small and unforeseen ways in which his life would now be different, and all on day one. Helooked around his and Jack's shared room until his eyes settled on his desk. Jack's was as he'd last seen it, but Sammy noted all his work books had been put into neat piles, and there was now a sewing machine on his desk for some reason. Odder still, all of his Future Tops medals and certificates and the like were gone. His heart skipped a beat and clenched up and he pounced up from the bottom bunk. "Poppy?" he asked, peering his head into the living room where Oliver was using some free time to flick through a magazine. "Yes, darling?" asked Oliver. "Where's all my Young Tops stuff? My basketball medals and swimming certificates and stuff?" Oliver blinked and then cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean, sweetheart?" "My stuff from the Future Tops! It's not in my room!" Oliver sighed deeply. "Sammy, darling, you're a bottom. You were never in the Future Tops." Sammy's mind and body alike clenched up. What did his poppy mean? Of course Sammy had been in the Future Tops. Oliver had walked him to all his earliest sports tournaments. Sammy ran out into the garden. "Dad! Jack! Has one of you moved all my Future Tops medals?" he asked, tenser and more urgently. "What are you talking about?" Jack responded, screwing up his young cute face. "My b-ball medals and- and- my certificates from Future Tops camp??" Sammy pleaded. "You were never at Future Tops camp, Sammy. Only Future Tops go to those and you're a bottom," their dad Marcus said firmly. "You must be thinking of Jack." "Huh? But I was in Future Tops WITH Jack, dad!" His dad and brother just shook their heads like Sammy was deranged - like he was making it all up. With a heaving and heavy heart, Sammy stormed off to his room and pulled close the door, throwing himself onto his mattress and as he drifted off to sleep trying to subdue his sobs. - - - Jack was distracted from his game with his dad in the garden, missing a few more shots at the hoop than usual, after Sammy's little outburst. He knew he'd always looked up to his older brother, knowing they would grow into fine Virilian citizens with each other. Well, after Sammy's Epiphany - Jack thought with a shrug - he guessed he'd be more like an older sister figure now. Marcus seemed almost to read Jack's mind. "It's good your poppy will get some help around the house now," Jack's dad said. "With Oliver guiding him, Sammy will make a fine bottom wife some day." "Yeah," Jack agreed, hesitantly at first. Then a firmer "for sure!" Jack had tennis again later that week, and was just two matches away from being Boldberg Future Tops champion. He loved and respected Oliver, and Sammy for that matter, but he felt more hopeful than ever that when his Epiphany came he'd be assigned as a top - just like his dad. Basketball was awesome, and he didn't think he'd be any good at washing up or cooking. And besides, some of those bottoms at today's ceremony had looked mighty fine. Jack had spent a lot more time looking at and thinking about bottoms recently. He felt his dick chub up in his sports shorts a little, and hoped his dad wouldn't notice. It was getting late, given they'd started playing after dinner, and pretty soon Marcus suggested they hit the hay. Jack pushed open the door to his and Sammy's room gently. He didn't think it would be fair to wake his older brother after the big day he'd had. Jack sniffed at the air a couple of times to a surprise scent - what was it his poppy had said? Tea and laundry? He raised his arm and sniffed his own pit, letting out a chuckle - the smell was the total opposite: he'd not showered in a few days, and one sports fixture after another had strengthened into quite the symphony of sweat and testosterone. He could see why young bottoms might wear the perfume Sammy was now wearing, asleep, to attract a top husband - having such a girly scent in his and his brother's room for the first time certainly seemed to make Jack's dick thicken for the umpteenth time a day. So much so Jack's mind drifted to the naughty calendar under his mattress, and he thought about sneaking it into their ensuite bathroom and giving himself some much needed release. Jack needed to cum three or four times a day - and when privacy and his schedule allowed, could easily go to a dozen times. But he didn't want to wake Sammy, he remembered, and figured he could wank himself off in the shower tomorrow - it was probably about time he had a wash. He clambered silently onto the top bunk the way he had a thousand times before, and closed his eyes. Just as melatonin and sleep were washing over him, his eyes sprang open! What was that gentle rhythmic squeaking he could hear? And if he concentrated, he swore he could feel the bed frame moving a little to the same tempo? And then, it dawned on him, when he heard Sammy moan beneath him - more softly than he remembered Sammy sounding. "Sammy? What are you doing?" There was a moment's pause as squeak, movement and moans all stopped. "Nothing," Sammy protested. Jack felt sick to his stomach. "Are you? Are you touching yourself?" If Sammy had ever done this before while Jack slept, Jack hadn't noticed. But this was different. Sammy was a bottom. "No!" Sammy pleaded, defensively. "Yes you are," Jack whispered. "I heard it. I felt it." "I'm sorry," said Sammy, his voice sounding almost tearful. "It's just - after the day I've had, I really need some relief." "Sammy, you can't!" Jack said. He knew, just as Sammy did, that bottoms touching their so-called penises wasn't just taboo - it was strictly forbidden. "Bottoms don't do that!" "I know, but I- I can't be a bottom. I need release, just like you, just like dad..." Sammy went on. "Stop!" Jack said, firmly. "That's totally different. Dad's a top. I'm gonna be a top too one day. You're a bottom, Sammy. We all saw what the Preceptor measured. Hell, you showed all of Valourwood. Your dick's not meant for that." "But- But-" Sammy tried to protest, but knew it was no use. Jack was the golden boy, the perfect Virilian young man, and he knew there'd be no persuading him it wasn't fair. "You're right, Jack. I'm sorry." "Yeah, that's better," Jack said, soothingly. He loved his older brother and wanted to make sure he grew up to be a bottom of honour. "Now go to sleep, so I can sleep too." Jack heard a few more moans, but after listening strainingly figured them to be gentle sobs - as Sammy tried to fall asleep with aching balls and his unsatisfied untilised little dick straining beneath his duvet. Jack's own dick was now fully hard, and he could feel it straining youthfully upright past his navel and against his abdomen. Jack turned onto his front. It turned out his own horn was not in fact so easily ignored, and he wondered whether the firmness he'd had to show to his older brother - now a certified bottom whose modesty needed protecting - had played a small part in his insistent and urgent his hard-on was. As discreetly as he could, he rubbed his cock into the mattress, visions of bottoms flashing across his closed eyes - that cutie Sebastian, the sexy Stevie Adams next door, even his brother Sammy, until all the bottoms' faces melded into one with shared pert buttocks just built for Jack's cock - into which he'd thrust just he did here with his boyhood mattress. He let out a low guttural moan as cum flooded from his cock onto the clean bedsheet below. As he fell asleep, Jack almost felt guilty that it would need cleaning up by his poppy Oliver - or even, for that matter, his bottom older brother Sammy. - - - The next day, Oliver talked Sammy through how to make pasta from scratch. Oliver had already made the nduja and tomato filling with which it would be made into ravioli for that night's dinner, and had left Sammy to it - keen that he would grow up to be the domestic goddess expected of a Virilian bottom and wife. Sammy wasn't sure if his poppy Oliver and his dad Marcus knew he could hear their urgent whispered conversation through the open window from the garden. "Why didn't you start teaching him these things when he was younger?" Marcus asked his bottom wife. "Me?" Oliver pleaded, "he was always off with you and Jack, dear. How didn't you know he was a bottom with measurements like that? You should have known he'd be like me!" Marcus lowered his voice further, as not to be heard by their neighbours, "Well, he was always sporty to be fair. It wasn't really `til Jack started growing up I thought he might not be sporty enough. And he always changed quite discreetly at the pool - I certainly never thought he had that little thing under his trunks. In fact, I thought it was bigger." "You don't think he was ... stuffing, do you? I always thought he went through rather a lot of socks when I did the laundry," pondered Oliver. Sammy blushed so hard he felt the heat reach his ears. His mind flashed back to his early teens, when he had indeed started packing an extra pair of socks to stuff down his boxers at school, on the court, at the pool. He thought all young Virilian boys did it - except, perhaps, the Bottoms of Tomorrow - to emulate the well endowed tops they hoped one day to join. "Maybe. Anyway, the Preceptor has spoken and the numbers never lie," grumbled Marcus, "it's the bottomiest endowment Valourwood's seen in years." "You're right," agreed Oliver, whispering in awe, "I've always loved how proud you are of my tininess, and his is even smaller. I'll go see how he's getting on with dinner." - - - At the table, Oliver served first Marcus and then himself, and Sammy did as was expected and served his younger brother Jack first with a more generous portion, before dishing out his own meal. Sammy was tense, slightly fearful Jack might blab to their parents about the previous night's indiscretion, but Sammy was on great form - psyched for his tennis match the next day, and talking animatedly with Marcus about that. Jack persuaded his dad and poppy to let him go and hang out with some friends around the corner for a couple of hours - and Marcus went to the Adamses' house next door to have a drink with their dad Mike - leaving Sammy and Oliver to clear up dinner, do the dishes, and make a start on the laundry. Sammy was sent into his and Jack's room to get the washing basket and strip the beds, and as he reached up to strip Jack's sheet from the mattress the unmistakable boyish aroma of cum which had stiffened up on Jack's bed clothes hit his nose. His jaw dropped slightly as he held the sheet up against the light - how many loads was this? It surely couldn't be just one - it would have taken Sammy a week to make this much, or - at least - it would have done back when he was allowed to use his little dicklette for such things. He felt red-faced and self-questioning as he shoved the sheet in with the laundry, and put on fresh sheets. After Oliver had told Sammy he was done with his chores, Sammy excused himself to his room. He tried to read, he tried to read one of the cookery magazines his poppy had given him, he tried everything to keep his mind off the one place it kept wandering - his urgent need to cum. Double-checking the bedroom door was firmly closed and figuring it would be a while before Jack's return, he carefully slid the dirty calendar from under Jack's mattress, then sat horizontally on his own bunk, sliding down his trousers. His almost-four-incher felt heavenly in his hand, as he tugged at it with his usual thumb-and-two-fingers method. One of the bottoms, his favourite in the calendar, wore nothing but a pink thong and presented his butt to the camera - so naughty! So immodest! Sammy let out a sigh as he fapped away faster and more urgently, he just ... needed ... a minute ... or so ... more ... His heart jumped into his throat as the bedroom door burst open. "What the fuck?!" shouted his brother, Jack, stood there, sweaty and panting from whatever gallivanting he'd been up to with his Future Tops friends - his face suddenly flashing angry. "Oh, shit," Sammy said, trying to pull his trousers back up. "I cannot believe you're doing that again," Jack said, suddenly lowering his voice so their parents wouldn't hear. "After our talk yesterday!" "I know, I know-" begged Sammy. "I'm sorry. I thought you were out." "That's not what's important," Jack hissed. "Even when you're alone, you can't use your dick like that! Fuck, can't you get a fucking vibrator?" Bottoms having enough libido to need a vibrator was something of a running joke about Future Tops - who were simultaneously amused at the idea of bottoms having a sexuality beyond pleasuring tops while being a little turned on at the prospect. "What?! No, fuck you! I just need release! Normal release, like you clearly have!" Sammy whined. "Excuse me?" said his shorter and younger but musclier brother, advancing on him, "Don't talk to me like that, you fucking bottom." The words hit Sammy like a smack across the face. "What I get up to is totally different. When I grow up I'm gonna need this dick," Jack said grabbing his crotch, eliciting wide-eyed awe from Sammy, "to fuck bitches and make fucking babies. Your little dick isn't made for that." Sammy silently began to cry, and felt the little dick in question wilt under the humiliation of it all. "What would dad and poppy say if they heard about this? Hell, what would the Advocates or Valourwood Council say?" Jack said, angrier still, his face filled with revulsion. "No one wants a bottom who acts like this, Sammy. No self-respecting top would want a bottom who thinks there are two dicks in their relationship," Jack went on. "If I ever fucking catch you doing this again, I'll have no choice but to report you." The words hit both of them with an element of surprise this time. Jack seemed now momentarily torn about whether he would really dob in his flesh and blood, his beloved older brother, for a moment. But then his features hardened. Jack would do what was right - for Virilius - for his family - and, even if he didn't yet know it, for Sammy. Sammy gulped. "I'm sorry, Jack. I'll try. I promise," he said, hands clasped together in submission. "You fucking better," spat Jack, as he climbed back into bed. Sammy couldn't sleep for an hour or so, as it all sank in - this would be his life, now, surveilled by his family, then any future husband, forbidden to get the release he had had so easily before the Epiphany - back when he was a Future Top - if he ever was a Future Top. No, he was sure he had been - the basketball competitions, the fireside, the boyish fraternal ribbing. But the memories seemed hazier now. He was also deathly scared of what would happen if Jack was as good as his word - the disappointment of his parents, the scorn of the Advocates, the potential punishment of the Council. Sammy hugged his pillow as he fell asleep, unaware of Jack above him whose heart pounded too for quite different reasons and who had a rage boner firmer than ever - but he was too shocked at his brother's lack of respect for Virilian honour even to fuck his mattress like he hoped one day to fuck bottoms far and wide. - - - The next night, Jack slept a little more soundly. He'd thrashed a bottom for nearby Woodsfield 6-1 6-0 in tennis, jacked off three times thinking about his victory - in the locker room, on the coach home, and in a field near his home - and was suitably tired. And, best of all, he seemed finally to have got through to Sammy - who'd seemed especially subservient all throughout dinner, with no hint that Sammy's thoughts were thinking of his dicklette as a dick. He was just dreaming about pinning down some of the more comelier bottoms who'd turned out to cheer and watch the match, which seemed to whirl with him gently fucking them, to the same rhythm of one of the longer rallies the other Future Top had managed to defend himself with in the second set when this all dematerialised and he found himself - frustratingly before climax - rock hard in his bed, and vaguely aware of the ensuite door closing and a sliver of light coming from beneath it... Jack breathed deeply, trying to savour the memories of his dream, hoping to continue it again in a few moments before Sammy had so rudely needed to go for an early hours' pee. Come to think of it, Jack pondered, he'd never known Sammy to need to go to the toilet in the middle of the night before. He couldn't be? Could he? If he was, thought Jack, surely he wouldn't want to know. Sammy must have understood by now that the bottoms' Tenet of Chastity was absolute - mandatory for any bottom ever hoping to bring honour on himself, his family, his future husband. And yet, Jack realised, he did want to know. He couldn't allow Sammy to dirty himself like this if he had any hope for fulfilling his destiny. Swiftly but silently, Jack pounced down from his bunk, and walked towards the lockless bathroom door. He placed his fist around the knob and pulled it back with a growl... Sure enough - there was Sammy, tugging away at his pitiful little dicklette. Jack felt a wave of anger surge over him. "For fuck's sake!" Jack yelled, not caring their parents or all of Virilius heard this time. "What the FUCK do you think you're doing." Sammy's hand froze in place, his eyes filled with fear, "I'm sorry, Jack. I'm sorry! I tried, I really did! All day today!" Jack strode forward, grabbing Sammy by the wrist, and pulling his hand away. "Look at yourself!" Jack barked, as Sammy looked down po-faced, his gaze meeting his small achingly hard cock. Jack looked at it too. He'd never seen anything so laughable - Jack hadn't seen a lot of hard cocks. None except his own had ever interested him. But what he saw before him and what the numbers had said were wise and immutable. He pulled Sammy up from the toilet seat and span him around, facing the mirror above the sink where they'd brushed their teeth since they were boys. "I mean, fucking look at yourself! Does that look like a top's dick? Does that look like the cock of someone whose dick is to please himself or anyone?!" Despite being 5'9" to Sammy 6'3", Jack had never felt taller - watching his brother's increasingly meek and terrified face. Jack felt surer than ever of Virilian tradition and his own destiny as a top one day, at least surely - if Sammy's endowment was anything to go by. Seeing the two of them in the mirror, Jack's cock lengthened and fattened in the black fitted boxers in which he'd gone to sleep, from knowing he was doing what's right - and, in no small part, from exercising this righteous power over his older brother. Sammy, meanwhile, was terrified but so desperate for release that his little boner stayed upright. Fuck, thought Jack, Sammy's six years older than me - but I don't think my dick was that small six years ago! In the reflection, it seems Sammy saw it too. He broke down crying, big heaving sobs, interspersed with whispers. "No. Of course not. I just- I just- I just really need to cum. Please! I'm begging you! Just go to the other room and let's not tell anyone. Just PLEASE let me cum, one last time! Forever!" "Bottoms! Don't! Touch! Their! Dicklettes!" boomed Jack, his voice now indisputably deeper than Sammy's, which had seemed to soften over the last few days. "What's going on here?!" Both boys jumped and looked behind them, as Marcus, who'd yelled first, and then Oliver - had been alerted by Jack's yelling and joined them in the bathroom. "Nothing!" Sammy yelled, looking pleadingly at Jack. Oliver's face awash with worry, and Marcus' was a picture of incredulity. "Dad! Poppy! I caught Sammy wanking!" Their dad's expression shifted further into a scowl, and poppy gasped. Oliver tried to be understanding, "These ... transgressions are not unheard of after the Epiphany." "Three times!" Jack went on. He was running on adrenaline now, shocked that the values he and his brother had seemed to share now went out of the window just because Sammy had been deemed an unhung bottom. "WHAT?!" boomed Marcus. "THREE TIMES!? Once would be bad enough!" "I know," Jack said, slightly taken aback to see his dad even angrier than he was. "Oh, Sammy, how could you?!" Oliver gasped once more, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I just-" Sammy started "What a DISGUSTING notion," Marcus' brow furrowed, and even he felt shocked at how like Piers Vanderpuye he sounded. "And you're sure it's three times?" asked Oliver, hopeful it couldn't be true. "Three times in three nights," Jack assured them earnestly. "I can't believe it either. I think-" he paused, unsure he could do this even for Virilius. But then went one "I think I'm going to tell the Advocates tomorrow." "Please, NO! Don't!" begged Sammy, looking at his dad and poppy pleadingly. But they were unmoved. Marcus snarled and went back to bed, while Oliver shook his head a few times and headed after his husband. "Go to bed!" snapped Jack. Sammy slinked back into the bedroom, and Jack felt pretty sure he wouldn't dare try anything again that night. Jack also, he realised, had had a hard-on the entire time. Sport always made him horny, and winning matches even more so - and the way he was responsibly ensuring his brother's honour seemed to make his bold erection throb. He watched himself in the mirror as his right hand stroked up and down his shaft. He let out deep sighs as he stared himself in his eyes, stared into his destiny and his brother's destiny alike, and that was enough to bring him off. A dozen spurts of cum volleyed from his cock onto the mirror. He nodded at his reflection and the patterns his substantial seed made as they seeped down the mirror, and caught himself hoping that before his poppy cleaned it off the next morning that his bottomy younger brother would see obscuring his reflection the sheer manly volume of Jack's load. - - - Sammy found himself sitting in the dock at Valourwood Council Hall. True to his word, Jack had woken up the next morning, donned his Young Tops uniform and hailed the first Advocate he could see. The Advocate had called for back-up, and despite Sammy pleas and protestations, his dad and poppy had merely shaken their heads and followed as Sammy was led to the municipal centre. Judge Tanaka, a Tier of Dominance magistrate, was known and feared for his strict adherence to honour and the meting out of punishment. He presided over Sammy's trial: "Sammy Thompson. You are charged with three counts of using your penis for personal pleasure. I see here, you are not just a bottom - but you are a bottom in the 2nd percentile. What sort of message do you think it sends to society and to the tops who might one day wish to court you that you would deign to use such a modest endowment for pleasure, even your own?" Before Sammy could answer, he was cut off- "Silence. It was a rhetorical question. It would send a very bad message indeed. Yours is a dicklette not ten centimetres long nor ten centimetres around. It is the opinion of this court that these measurements are laughable as a prospective sexual organ, and that the ancient Epiphany Ascendus has rightly deemed you to be a bottom." "I read here also that your brother Jack, the upstanding Future Top in uniform in the gallery, esteemed men and fair bottoms, caught you on all three occasions and they were three nights in the row. How do you plead?" Sammy waited a few moments, to see whether he was now allowed to speak, before answering - with a heavy heart - "But, Your Honour, I know it is forbidden. But I just don't see why- I just really needed to- I- I- I-" but Sammy's words failed him. The confidence he had known before his Epiphany seemed to melt away before the courtroom, before the Judge, before his very own eyes. "I ask you again, Sammy Thompson, how do you plead?" "Guilty, Sir," Sammy said. His head hung low. There was a gasp and much tutting and even a few boos in the courtroom. Valourwood was a respectable suburb, and trials like this didn't happen often. And here was Sammy, bringing such scandal and dishonour to his neighbourhood not even a week after his coming of age ceremony. Judge Tanaka was known as a conservative justice, and those in the courtroom who knew this knew this would not go down well. Punishment was swift and decisive. The top Judge continued, "Well then, young Sammy, I'm afraid I have no choice but to sentence you to six months not just of psychological counselling but also in chastity. I hope you will use this time to forget about your dicklette, given you shall have no access to it, and shall instead focus on improving your community and attract a well endowed top husband for yourself." A mixed murmur of gasps and assent came up from those assembled in the courtroom. "The punishment will be administered immediately. Bailiff, take away the criminal!," spat the Judge. Two burly tops, Tier of Fortitude ones with dicks in the fifth decile (not much bigger than Ben, thought Sammy, squirming at the injustice of this justice system) manhandled him out of the dock and into the cells downstairs. As they pushed him inside and slapped the door, Sammy's eyes teared up once more and he couldn't imagine how this could be any more humiliating. He needn't have imagined very long. He was mortified to see his dad Marcus, then his poppy Oliver, then his `upstanding Future Top' brother Jack, led down a different flight of stairs - one at a time - shown by a different bailiff to a row of seats facing his cell. Most judges delegated this stage of proceedings to a bailiff, but not Judge Tanaka. The middle aged magistrate liked to stare into a bottom's soul, which he devoutly believed he was saving, when they were placed into chastity for crimes such as pretending their own pathetic pensises were for any use beyond peeing. A bailiff followed after him, however, with a small trolley of equipment. "Strip, you wanton bottom," Judge Tanaka commanded. His tone was more scathing away from the court record, but none of Sammy's family seemed to care. Sammy fought back his tears as his trembling fingers removed his shoes and socks, his shirt, the jodhpurs Oliver had brought him, and - finally - his boxers. He could see the Judge scowl at his `masculine' underwear. As if having brought shame on his family for all their neighbours to see; having justice meted out by this cantankerous old judge, who - as an affirmed top - could never understand Sammy's plight and frustration; who seemed to relish what he was about to do; and have his entire family watch as he did it weren't enough; there was one final embarrassment. Sammy's little nine-centimetre pecker was hard as rock from it all. "Hmmm," Judge Tanaka scowled. He reached over to the trolley the bailiff had brought down and pulled out a hose. Pressing a button at the top of it, a laser-like jet of high-pressure ice water blasted Sammy in his tiny little junk. "Ahhhhh!" Sammy yelped. The freezing cold and the bullet-like blast of the water first taking his breath away, and then blasting at his tiny dicklette and now-shrunken balls. It didn't take long, not more than five or so seconds, for his little nub to shrink back to an unblossomed bud. "That's better," smirked Judge Tanaka. "Now - let me see - no, extra small won't do. I think you are an extra extra small." His fingers plucked first a ring, almost as cold and clinical as the ice hose, which he slid over Sammy's dicklette and tight cherry-like balls. He then picked up the extra extra small cage in question, and slid that over Sammy's shrivelled little penis. Judge Tanaka took a padlock from the trolley - slightly larger than the cage itself(!) - and slid it through the mechanism which connected the cage to the ring, before locking it in place. Sammy tried to squirm out the way, but was quickly grabbed and held in place by the brute of a bailiff. With a hint too much sadism for a professional jurist, Judge Tanaka clicked the lock shut and then pocketed the key with a number which corresponded with the lock. "There we are," he chuckled. Sammy looked over at his family through the bars. Jack was staring at Sammy's crotch, with seemingly mixed emotions on his face, avoiding Sammy's eyes. His father Marcus looked at Sammy more brazenly, a look of deep and genuine disappointment on his face. And Oliver - his beloved poppy Oliver - looked utterly crestfallen that Sammy would do this to himself and the family in front of all their neighbours. Judge Tanaka went on: "Now, the court psychologist will write to you in due course. And you can come back for this," he said, patting his pocket, "in six months' time - in January. Do you have any questions?" Our young bottom criminal Sammy was too crushed to even think whether he had questions, let alone what they might be, and so shook his head. "And you, Mr and Mrs Thompson? Young Jack?" Marcus and, if anything even more so, Oliver shook their heads more gravely. They knew Sammy had this coming to him, and hoped beyond hope this meant he wouldn't do something like this again. Jack looked pensive and a little guilty, but also determined. "No, Your Honour," Jack said, the starless phallic proto-insignia of the Young Tops glinting on his chest. - - - Three weeks had gone by and Jack had a bigger spring in his step than ever. Judge Tanaka had taken him aside and awarded Jack the Valour of Vility award for having upheld such strong Virilian values, even (or, perhaps, especially) in light of it involving his older brother. Sammy, as far as Jack could tell, seemed to move between a stroppy moodiness and a resigned submission - helping Oliver around the house, and sometimes being enormously polite and obsequious to Jack, and other times avoiding his gaze and seeming a little frosty. Well, thought Jack, it didn't bother him. He had one of the highest honours it was possible for a Future Top (or, like that sexy Stevie Adams next door had been, a Bottom of Tomorrow) to achieve. And dinner was better than ever now poppy had some help around the kitchen. After that night's bratwurst and potatoes, Jack found himself with his dad Marcus shooting hoops in the garden. He'd not missed a shot all evening, and was feeling pretty bold and brazen. "Dad?" Jack opened. "Can I ask you something?" "Yes, son," Marcus said, catching the basketball he'd been dribbling in both his hands. He made his way to the picnic bench he and Jack had made together on which the family sometimes dined outside and sat down. Jack went and sat opposite him. "I'm thinking about Sammy, and what happened to him in court, and how he seems to be struggling with ... his role, since his Epiphany." "Hmm," growled Marcus, not enjoying this besmirchment on the family name of Thompson - which he wore with pride, which Jack did too, which his bottom wife Oliver wore literally tattooed on his wrist as all Virilian brides did with their husbands' names, and yet which Sammy seemed not to grasp. "And, the thing is," Jack continued, "I don't want to wait, dad. I want to take my Epiphany." Marcus spun the basketball between his fingers, letting his younger son's words sink in. "Are you sure, son? It's no light matter." Jack was boyishly enthusiastic in his prepared response. "I know, dad. But ... I think I'm ready!" "But Jack, my boy," Marcus countered, pausing for effect, "you've only been eligible a few months. And you could wait another five years. Once the Preceptor takes the measurement, that's it for life. You have a few more years' growth left in you. Why not wait?" "Dad! I've seen Sammy's dicklette, remember. Too many times, to be honest!" Marcus joined in with an indulgent chuckle to match Jack's laughter. "And I know I'm not like him. I know I'll be a great and honourable top!" "Hmm," said Marcus. In truth, Marcus had platonically spotted Jack's bulge a few times at the pool - and, combined with his prodigal and rapidly improving sports prowess, the way he often took on leadership roles with his friends, thought he was probably right. "Son," Marcus continued, "there's no easy way to ask this, but... Have you ever `stuffed'?" "What's that?" Jack asked, oblivious. Marcus frowned and then smiled. "Your poppy and I, we think ... we think Sammy may have shoved socks and things down his boxers growing up. Have you ever done that?" Now Jack thought about it, he did remember one of the reasons he'd bonded so fraternally with Sammy was that he seemed to be packing a top's heat in his trunk, the way their dad did, the way their poppy didn't, and the way Jack himself had - recently and so rapidly - done himself. "What? No. Why would I need to?" Marcus stared at his son and didn't see even a glimmer or glimpse of a lie in his soul. "Very well, Jack my boy. If you're sure. If we register you tomorrow, we'll be in time for next week's Epiphany." Jack leapt from his seat and wrapped his arms around his dad. They patted each other roughly on their back. "Really, dad?! Thanks!" Oliver's initial uncertainty was easily overcome. Sammy was already in bed, and would have to wait `til the next day to hear the news. It took Jack substantial restraint not to wake Sammy and break the news to him, as he tossed and turned and struggled to sleep from the excitement. Boy oh boy. Taking the Epiphany aged sixteen. It wasn't unheard of, but it sure didn't happen often. But here was Jack Thompson, golden boy of the Valourwood Future Tops, who in a week - five years early - would be taking his Epiphany Ascendus to learn his destiny. - - - I hope you're enjoying this story. Any feedback and suggestions would be much appreciated at [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/life-aboard-the-jw-sehnsucht	Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2024 22:53:36 -0500 From: Quinn Subject: Life Aboard the JW Sehnsucht (Chapter 1) An author's note: This story uses a few German words and parts of German culture. This is explained through context and shouldn't require any translation or Googling. This story used the grammatical structure of Standard American English. Chapter 1: Hired The past few months have been a scramble. I (Liam Murphy) have been working two after-school jobs while studying for the AP tests and packing and selling all of my belongings. I knew my senior year would be rough, but I didn't expect to have been lost in the heat of it. Luckily, I had over $5,000 in savings from all the work I'd been doing since junior year, and I left high school with a solid 3.5 unweighted GPA. But, my college search fell flat on its head when I came out to my parents. When I told them I was gay, they simply stated that when I graduated high school, I would be on my own. It was harsh, and I expected it to be. But I didn't expect them not to help pay for my college. So, I decided to take a gap year to figure out my life and hopefully go on to college the following year. Almost all of my belongings are sold. I'm renting a small storage locker to put most of my sentimental items and excess clothing. I also have a used hiking bag from eBay with all my essentials. But this was the first night I was entirely on my own, as any self-respecting gay teenager. I'd already booked a hostel for the night. So, I hopped on the "T" (Boston metro) and entered the first night of my new life. Sitting on the top bunk, I opened Grindr. I double-checked my stats: blond 18-year-old Irish-American, 6'1", 170 pounds with an athletic figure. Scrolling through the grid, one user popped out to me. Hiring, late teens, early twenties to work aboard a yacht. I clicked and read the description. We're looking for a steward/deckhand to work aboard the JW Sehnsucht this summer for good money. Message if interested. We leave soon; there is no point in delaying a response. I quickly responded, saying I was interested and could interview as soon as possible. With a sense of urgency, the user responded by telling me to meet him by the boat at the marina the next day at 9:00 am sharp. With the day's exhaustion catching up, I fell fast asleep. I woke at 7:00 am to hear one of my roommates packing up and heading off. I slipped into the communal bathroom, went into a stall, and opened up Pornhub on my phone. I was never one for public masturbation, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I opened a video of a twink around my age sucking the 6-inch penis of an older man. It was incredibly arousing. The twink took the penis all the way down, and with that, I started to stroke. His curly brown hair being one with the older man's bear belly, made me insanely horny. I usually like to take my time with wanking. But I was already late. Without any lube, I forced my hand to stroke my cock ferociously; it took only 10 seconds for the lactic acid to build up in my right arm; I needed to rest. While letting my arm rest, I took in the video. The brown-haired twink was now giving the man a hand job. He laid the man down and put lube over the man's penis. His hand went over the man's cock head quite a few times. At one point, the boy used his other hand to pull down the man's cock, fully exposing the cock head to the wrath of the twink's hand. I, again, started stroking, but this time spending more time on my cock head. It was uncomfortable without lube, but it got me over the edge. I started spraying cum all over myself. My legs, chest, and face were covered with my ejaculate. I wiped myself off with toilet paper and went over to the showers. I wore a white cotton T-shirt and blue shorts and went to the "T" to get to the marina. Once at the marina, the boat was easy to spot. The JW Sehnsucht was by far the largest boat. Approaching it wearily, I was relieved to see an attractive older man standing outside the ship. I placed him to be in his mid-30s. His athletic yet mature physique gave him a unique and inviting aura. He wore a white linen shirt with the first two buttons unbuttoned, showing off his hairy chest, and short yet stylish white linen shorts with gold vertical stripes. He asked if I was here for the job application. His voice had a European accent I couldn't place. I responded that I was, and he welcomed me aboard into a large living room. "My name is Johan Wagner. This is my boat, the JW Sehnsucht," he said in his strange accent. I plan on traveling across the globe this summer with some friends and colleagues. We need someone to handle the deck while in port and serve us when out at sea. Is this something you feel you could do?" "Yes, I'm a quick learner. I don't have any experience aboard a boat, though, so I will need some instruction," I replied. "Ok. We would be willing to give you the proper training." "May I ask? Who is we? And why was the job posted on Grindr?" "We will go one at a time," he said with a level voice. "We, is me and my business partner Jannik. I own the boat, and he helps run my businesses and the day-to-day operations of this vessel. Why was the job posted on Grindr? See, we plan on making this boat a gay paradise these next few months. All the guests aboard will be gay, and we wanted to make sure the employees were gay as well. We also will require some work that is not typically required of a deckhand or steward. But, because of those extra responsibilities, we will pay well above the typical salary of entry-level crew." "Ok, and who would I do these extra responsibilities for?" I asked using the same phrasing because saying sexual favors seemed too hard to say out loud. "You would need to do it for anyone we require. Of course, there is a financial incentive. You will be paid more on top of your base salary each time you do what is asked." "What would be my base pay?" "Your base pay will be $5,000 per month, paid bi-weekly. But, this does require nudity aboard the boat while off at sea." I'd never been very comfortable with nudity. I was raised catholic, and though I didn't believe in the church's teachings on modesty, it didn't change the fact I was bothered by being naked in front of others. But, I would be making much more at this job than my other two jobs combined. "I'm a virgin," I quickly blurted out. Even though I had been on Grindr, it had only been a few weeks on the app then, plus I never had any time to do anything. "That's okay. We can change that," Johan said in a soothing and caring voice. "But, before I hire you. I need to know what I'm getting in for. Can you please undress?" The abruptness hit me like a ton of bricks. Undress? I haven't undressed for any man. But being told what to do sexually was turning me on. I obliged. I quickly removed my shirt, shoes, socks, and shorts, leaving myself in front of this stranger in only my white boxer briefs. He then motioned with his hands for me to remove my underwear, so I did. All seven inches of my circumcised masterpiece rose to attention. "Wow, you're already excited," he said while surveying my body. He got up from his chair to get closer. He lifted my right arm and brushed his hand against my armpit hair. "I'll need you to shave before we get going," he said blankly. He then squatted down and got a good look at my genitals. "Your penis is large when hard. Are you a grower or a shower?" he asked. "I'm a grower. When flaccid, I measured about four and a half inches," I quickly responded. He then moved to my backside and spread my cheeks wide open. "Do you ever shave your pubic or rectal hair?" he said questioningly. "Once, but it took too long, and no one was going to see it, so I never bothered again." "I see. Well, I'll hire you under certain conditions. First, I get to deflower you. I'll be gentle and explain what I'm doing, but I get to make you a man. Second, you have to shave your body. You have a nice figure and great genitals, but they're hiding under all that blond hair. Third, you need to be completely ready for sea life. We'll get you the adequate supplies." Looking at his attractive body and telling me he was going to "deflower" me made me even more erect. I knew what I needed to say, "When do we start?" Please direct all emails to the author at: [email protected]
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-network	Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2024 21:54:03 -0400 From: Artem Llanos Subject: The Network - Chapter 1 (Authoritarian, m/m, tpe, humiliation) This story is completely fictional and based on my own fantasies. Always open to suggestions. The Network Boy, do I love my job. It's hard not to well up in gratitude every time I run my hands over the smooth taut torso of yet another desperate young twink, watching them wince as I pinch their pretty little nipples or yank their balls. People don't quite realize just how many of them are wasting away on the streets, desperate for a warm bed and a night away from the danger and filth. Plenty more are one step behind, closeted young fags in bigoted families with no direction and nowhere to go. Anyone who knows them would laugh at the idea that they're being coerced, these boys know what they're signing up for, and once you've seen them beg for more- more cock, more lashes, more cum, you'll know that they're exactly where they belong. Picking them up has always been easy, and for an experienced and resourceful broker like myself, it only gets easier. For the last decade, I've been the premier supplier of boys to a small but dedicated network of men around the country, and several around the world. My clientele is niche, but it's growing. It's never been easier to have a piece of ass delivered to your door, but quality is still rare. The men I work with don't want a toothy blowjob from a grimy urchin. They want to be worshiped. They want to be served in ways Roman emperors couldn't dream of. They want to know that a human being has surrendered their life and freedom for their pleasure and entertainment. Many of these men, before meeting me, had no idea that their wildest fantasies could be possible, and once they've experienced the magic, they're hooked. It's allowed me to turn my hobby into a professional operation, working out of a custom-built compound to source, train, and sell a steady supply of slaves. In a busy month, me and my apprentice will be training 5 boys at once, preparing them for auction and a new life as sex toys and servants for their masters. ALEX Out of the 3 boys I'm training right now, Alex has to be my favorite. A friend found him huddled on the floor in tears at the men's shelter, barely out of high school and out on the street, draped in damp old hoodies hiding the little cash he had managed to scrape. The Alex in front of me is calm, confident, and completely naked. Standing upright and staring straight ahead with his hands behind his head, waiting for me to complete my morning inspection. Few boys are ever so eager, but the small smile on his face and the slight erection on his slender young cock tells me he's exactly where he wants to be. He's a small guy, just grazing 5'4 with a tight, stocky build. His skin is a light brown with a perfect glow, darkening under his now shaved pubes and down into a respectable but modest 5-inch dick. Morning inspections happen under a harsh overhead light, allowing me to admire his gently toned torso and well-muscled arms, a product of summers spent picking fruit in California. Alex likes nothing more than to have these arms tied behind him as his mouth services his trainers. Normally, a slave like Alex would be a niche item, requiring several auction cycles to find the right buyer. I had secretly hoped that I would be able to keep him for myself (an indulgence I allow myself only rarely). But alas, Alex pre-sold almost immediately, to an upstart young investment banker in Atlanta who offered a princely sum to have him trained to his exact specifications. This meant that Alex's training schedule had to be accelerated significantly, which gives me an excuse to soak up as much time as I can inside his warm, tight holes. JAMES James is a more unusual case. A horny young art school sophomore who somehow found my email and begged to be enslaved. Generally, emails like this exasperate me, boys with goals and ambitions don't make good slaves, but James already had a master, a fat old British semi-aristocrat who happens to be his uncle, and who was funding his education and wanted my training to be a part of it. I was a little skeptical at first, slave training is not summer camp, and a slave with tenuous commitment can harm the progress of the stable. But ultimately, a very generous cheque from his owner won me over. What really sealed the deal however, were his specific preferences. As a trainer, I can rarely indulge my most sadistic fantasies, but James and his master really want to push the limits of his pain tolerance, and James fits the bill for a good whipping boy: hardy skin that doesn't bruise easily and a slight paunch that makes the crack of the whip just a bit more satisfying. His dick is similarly pathetic, despite being nearly a foot taller than Alex, his nub is barely 3 inches fully erect, making the prospect of humiliating and torturing him much more enjoyable. JESSE If James is the masochist, Jesse is the whore. He's a pale, slim little waif with freckles and strawberry blonde hair that rests on his shoulders. He's cute, but he's a run of the mill slut, well used out on the street. Sophisticated buyers looking for trophy boys are rarely interested in used goods but several of my customers keep a harem of multiple boys for parties. Jesse is the perfect candidate, slim enough to be maintained inexpensively and experienced enough to service multiple men at once. His training will focus entirely on endurance, getting his mouth to stay wet for dozens of cocks and his hole tight for hours of constant pounding. Even his hair is ideal for easy restraint. So far, he's the only boy coming up for auction, which means I'll have to throw in something special to bring in more than the regulars. All three boys are eager and full of promise, which should make for an exciting season. Right now, they're busy scarfing down their slave chow from three dog bowls on the floor, as well as a shared water bowl my apprentice Hunter has pissed into. Hunter has been with me since he was 19, a natural jock and local farmer's son, he's perfectly suited for training because he's straight, and therefore unswayed by fags begging for mercy and offering to service him. Hunter ensures that discipline is swift and harsh, keeping all three boys on their toes at all times. It's going to be a long day for them, and I for one, can't wait.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/flight-12/flight-12-44	Date: Sun, 9 Jun 2024 23:51:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Travis Creel Subject: Flight 12 - Chapter 44 (Authoritarian) Flight 12 � a serial novel by Travis Creel CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: MORE PERIL BELOW GROUND Previously, at the Phallic Tower: * Ian, having covered up Stan's (temporary) survival, is sent to Hamish by Sean, via a penis garden. * As Seth is fucking a nervous Gary, a dodecagon captures Jasper. Underground: * Urged on by Jordan, Barry mouth-rapes Harry (without cumming) and has just begun to penetrate him anally when Hamish interrupts the scene. Hamish, to punish Barry, gives him the choice of ending Jordan's and Miles' lives permanently, or losing his most valuable possession � his cock. * Hamish worries that Harry's sexual experience will throw off `the physics' and decides to contact Stimulever. * Paul and Dai have each other's names branded onto themselves, in hopes of remembering each other when they return to Alphaworld. * Jasper arrives in the Dark Room and is surprised by something. In Switzerland: * Board member Ari hopes to supplant Jes�s as Chairman of Stimulever if the Project fails; Ari has promised Sean, who is working to sabotage The Project, the position of second-in-command. In flashbacks: * Jasper was tortured and threatened with dismemberment by a dom he met at a bar. [Author's Note: the previous chapter covered events on the surface on December 28 and 29. This chapter will cover the same period underground, with a wee bit of `bonus coverage' from the 27th and 30th.] * * * * * * * * THURSDAY, DECEMBER 27 * * * * * * * * UNDERGROUND � HARRY I can die in peace now. I have felt another man's cock invading my asshole, and he did it of his own volition. True, it was only for a few seconds, but it WAS a cock in my ass. And my mouth had genuinely been raped, even if I didn't swallow his load. I think that qualifies. No fluids were exchanged � but it's still sex, right? My greatest fear has been assuaged � I will not die a virgin. Technically. - Jordan, thank you. - For what? - You arranged it, didn't you? - Harry, I can't control what Barry does. He's his own person. He calls the shots, you know that. - But it wasn't his idea, was it? - I . . . might have suggested it to him. - You're an angel. An angel and a saint. I don't know if one can be both, but if one can, you are. - Harry, you're a kind soul. You deserve to get what you want. - Well � I wish it had gone on longer. I wish he had gotten to orgasm. But, you know, I'm happy. I'll settle for having had this. - You sound like it will be the last time. - Well, obviously. Barry won't be back � you saw how mad Hamish was. - There are other men in the world. And you have a lifetime ahead of you. - Do I? - Moreso than I do. - . . . What do you mean, moreso than you do? - Harry, unless something drastic happens, I have at most four days to live. * * * * * * * * FRIDAY, DECEMBER 28 * * * * * * * * ST. MORITZ, SWITZERLAND � ARI Germ�n woke Jes�s with the news at two a.m. Mancini, our designated virgin, had been penetrated. I didn't know what this did to the physics, and neither did Jes�s. He immediately roused Thibaut and Dolph from their beds to run simulations. He called a meeting this morning to discuss them � just Jes�s, Thibaut, Dolph, and myself. I was flattered that he respected my opinion � and I could use my presence at this meeting as proof of my leadership qualities if I later had to campaign for votes. - (Jes�s) What do the simulations say, Thibaut? - (Thibaut) They're ambiguous. - (Jes�s) Ambiguous is not good. Clarify. - (Dolph) We've run ten thousand simulations. They're all over the place. Some require one of The Twelve to meet the axe. - (Jes�s) ANOTHER death among The Twelve? We've already had two. - (Dolph) Other simulations require a Twelve to be shot with arrows. - (Jes�s) Shot to death? Is that the confusion � whether he's beheaded or killed with arrows? - (Dolph) That's the perplexing part. It's unclear. It may be non-fatal. - How many arrows? - (Thibaut) Twelve, what else? - That's a lot of arrows to survive. - (Jes�s) Which scenario has the best chance of success? - (Thibaut) They both project at between 70 and 75 percent chance of a successful launch. And that's assuming that Herrick fulfills all his obligations. - (Jes�s) Sean is there to see that he does. But 70 to 75 percent isn't nearly good enough. We can't afford to take that risk. Suggestions, anyone? Yes, Ari? - What if we enact both options? - (Jes�s) Behead one AND shoot another with arrows? - Exactly. - (Jes�s) Do so. Dolph, let's run more simulations. Three scenarios: axe, bow-and-arrow, and both. And run the arrows two ways � fatal and survivable. Ari, have Falcon program them an archery kit, in case they need it. - Aye, aye, chief. Now that, Jes�s, is what I call leadership. If things go sideways, and arrows kill off a second Twelve, it may not be such a bad thing. So far as I'm concerned, the fewer survivors the better. UNDERGROUND � DAI Paul and I had taken to sleeping in the same bed, even though it was only a single. We were both slim enough to fit, and we liked the feel and smell of each other's bodies next to us. Paul rose first and walked across the dormitory to use the toilet. I looked longingly at his ass, those beautiful, unblemished, perfectly round mounds of � Unblemished? UNBLEMISHED? We had spent an agonizing hour yesterday getting ourselves branded, and "PROPERTY OF DAISUKE OMI, SAN FRANCISCO" had been prominently emblazoned onto his right buttock. But that lovely, voluptuous bubble-butt was as smooth as silk, not a mark on it. Of course it was. How could we have been so stupid? We always wake up the next morning undamaged. After the escape attempt, they even broke half the bones in my body, and the next morning I was fine. Dumb, dumb, dumb. We had gone through all that pain for nothing. If we found ourselves in Alphaworld, we would have no means of finding each other. The only thing was to have the branding re-done � but on the 31st. Everyone knew we were heading toward some sort of climax on New Year's Eve. That was the time to get the branding re-done; we wouldn't spend the night here afterwards. I'd have talk with the Mayers to see if they would be willing to redo us then. And wondered if they'd demand something in return. UNDERGROUND � BARRY I hadn't expected Hamish to have reacted this harshly to my doing the fat boy a favor. Well, I was actually doing Jordan the favor, he's the one who asked me to deflower the chub. But Hamish had given me a choice: which was I to sacrifice � my cock or the lives of Jordan and Miles � the only lives they had. He'd allowed me to sleep on it overnight. I had overheard enough conversations to know that Betaworld was to end on New Year's Eve. That was in three days. The question was � if I sacrificed my manhood, was it only for three days? Would I get it back on January 1? For some reason I, like the Twelve, existed only in Betaworld. I'd been purged from Alphaworld. My son Rafa wouldn't even exist � how could he, if I'd never been there to sire him? So if the only version of me was cockless, once I reverted to Alphaworld would I be whole again? I couldn't feel secure in that. But Jordan and Miles also existed only in Betaworld. If they were executed before New Year's Eve, they couldn't be sent back to Alphaworld because there would be no surviving version of them. Dead was dead. I'd be committing murder, or at least manslaughter. Negligent homicide. For them, the loss of life would be permanent. For me, the loss of my cock would be � possibly permanent. Hamish came to me for my decision. - Well, boy, which is it to be � a penectomy or a pair of irreversible beheadings? - Master, whatever I decide � when would you do it? Like, could it wait a while? Like . . . until never? - Murdock is scheduled for tomorrow, and King on Monday, when Onslow arrives. But things are a bit up in the air right now at headquarters. I'm going to wait until I hear from them � they're rerunning the simulations. That last sentence probably made sense to him, but not to me. I'd heard him mention `simulations' before, but had no idea what they were, or what they had to do with Jordan's fate. - So if you're waiting on them � can I wait to give you my decision? - No. - If I give up my cock � do I get it back in Alphaworld? - . . . - Hamish! - `Master'. And if I were able to tell you, wouldn't that make your decision easier? - But you know, don't you? - Actually, I don't. - Life without a cock, Master � that's no life at all. And in my line of work � I'd starve. - So which is it to be � a penectomy or a pair of irreversible beheadings? - I think I just told you. - Say it out loud. Which is it to be � a penectomy or a pair of irreversible beheadings? - . . . - . . . - . . . Beheadings. I'm sorry, Jordan. I'm sorry, Miles. But I can't risk losing my cock forever. UNDERGROUND � HAMISH Barry's decision was a relief. Had he opted for Murdock and King, I wasn't sure I could have actually saved them. Switzerland had wanted them dead from the get-go, and was not pleased that Sean had tried to protect them by bringing them here. That being said, it might still be possible to give them lives in The Project if they met the axe within the launch window, those six minutes on either side of midnight on New Year's Eve. But Ari, for one, wanted them dead. And Ari had Jes�s's ear. So dead they shall be. And Barry can keep his cock. UNDERGROUND � DAI - (Dane Mayer) Yes, we can rebrand you on the 31st. - Oh, thank you. Thank you so much. - Provided . . . - (Uh-oh.) - Provided you do it every day between now and then. - WHAT? - We won't do it only on the 31st. But if you do it today, tomorrow, and the day after that, then we'll do it on the 31st when you want it. - You want us to subject ourselves to branding five days in a row? - Your decision. - . . . I'll get Paul. ST. MORITZ, SWITZERLAND � ARI - So you got the simulations from Thibaut and Dolph. What did they say? - (Jes�s) You were absolutely right, Ari. The simulations were so ambiguous because both actions were necessary. They were anticipating a single adjustment to counteract Mancini's penetration and didn't program for multiple events. - Wow, that's unprofessional. I hope you reprimanded them severely. - When you're called out of bed to do a rush job, sometimes you can overlook things. Soft, Jes�s. Don't get soft. Substandard work deserves consequences. - So are the arrows fatal or not? - Best results are if he survives. If he dies, the probability of success diminishes, but it's still better than doing only one of the two actions. But there's an extra condition. - (sigh) There always is. What, Jes�s? - The shooting must be done by the Trigger Man. - Holy shit. - Let Sean know. He'll have to persuade Herrick to do this. - Got it. One other question. Which of them gets the chop? - They didn't say. I'll ask the boys to rerun separate simulations with each of them as possibilities, see who's the most optimal. I'm guessing it will be Adena � the physics don't seem to keep eunuchs around, and he'll arrive in that condition. - Also ask which one should emulate St. Sebastian. - I hope none of them do. Sebastian died. I don't want to kill off this guy. - Really? You care? - I don't give a damn about any of them. But The Project has a better chance of success if he lives. Good. For a moment there, I was afraid you were getting soft. THE THRONE ROOM � IAN - Well, well, well, what have we here? It had happened too fast. Sean had betrayed me, tricked me by supposedly taking me to Stan's grave but instead leading me to a penis garden, where he stripped me of the sole garment � a sock � that had provided immunity. Nude, I was a goner � in a trice, here I was. Two minutes later I was hauled before Hamish. Who didn't exactly greet me like a trusted lieutenant. - You were supposed to keep an eye on Herrick. Instead you kept an eye on Kowalczyk. And more than an eye � a dick, too, it seems. - Well, you didn't need me as your spy, did you, with Sean there. - That's beside the point. The point is that you lied to us. You faked Kowalczyk's death and hid him to keep him away from me. - You didn't have to kill him! - Yes, we did. The physics require it. But, like Sean told you, he's still alive in Alphaworld. Of course, Alpha-Kowalczyk won't know you exist. Don't count on any future reunions. And of course I must address the issue of your disobedience. Protesting seemed inadvisable. - You are decommissioned, lieutenant. You will report to Fuck Room C, where my remaining lieutenants will put you in your place � and put their dicks into one place in particular. One after the other after the other. Pity you weren't here for Christmas, it went on for twelve hours. I would have enjoyed seeing you endure that. - Hamish � - No point in begging for mercy, Ian. My decisions are final. You've made your bed, now you're going to get fucked in it. It wasn't in a bed, but I was fucked by thirteen men over the course of the next two hours. And then I reported back to Hamish, who had another indignity in store. Putting me on all fours, he fitted a collar around my neck, with a leash attached, and inserted a puppy-tail dildo up my ass. - No reason, Ian, why a man can't have two dogs. FUCK ROOM A � PAUL - Paul, what the hell is this? - What does it look like, Anthony? I got branded. - With someone else's name. I thought you and I . . . We have great sex. - We do. But Dai is the one I love. - I thought that when this is all over, you and I could, you know, become partners. - It could happen. In Alphaworld, I'll know you, but not Dai. I got this brand so I could find him and connect with him. But maybe it won't work � and you and I might have a chance, I don't know. - I'm your fallback plan. - Don't think of it like that. Just � well, I'd like us to be friends on the outside. - `I love you as a friend' � six of the most painful words in the world. - Do you really love me, Anthony? Or just love fucking me? - I'm not sure there's a difference, Paul. You're sure about this Dai fellow? - I'm sure. - Well � good luck, I guess. But if you change your mind � or can't find him � I'm here. - I know that. Thank you, Anthony. - Now, get your ass over here. I still get to fuck it whenever I want, you know. * * * * * * * * SATURDAY, DECEMBER 29 * * * * * * * * THE DARK ROOM � JASPER Two things astonished me when the door opened and the lights came on. The first was the identity of the person who greeted me: Alec. Alec, who had tied me to a St. Andrew's cross, whipped me mercilessly, and led me to believe he was going to murder and dismember me. Not a person I wanted a reunion with. There was another, even more unexpected reunion. When I was lifted off my chair, Alec reached between my legs and squeezed my balls, hard. I winced in pain. He shouldn't have been able to squeeze my balls. Seth had removed them last night. ST. MORITZ, SWITZERLAND � JES�S Germ�n came in with a message. Falcon and Ari were trailing behind him. - What is it, Germ�n? - Adena arrived underground. - As expected. So why do you look like you're delivering a news bulletin? - He arrived . . . with extras. - Stop this damn vagueness. Out with it. - He has balls, Jes�s. - . . . That's impossible. Herrick took the knife to them yesterday, all three of them. Sean took pictures of the detached testicles and of Adena, clearly showing an empty scrotum. - Well, they've grown back. At least, two of them did. - How could that happen? The auto-repair doesn't apply to severed body parts. FLASHBACK: JASPER (THE PHALLIC TOWER) - last night - You've been keeping my testicles in a water bottle? - One of them has a super-wide mouth. They fit. - But . . . a water bottle? - There's only five of us. We don't need three bottles anymore. - Well, no one's ever going to drink out of that one again, that's for sure. - So, tomorrow. We've got to prepare for the possibility that the vermillion dodecagon will pop up and zap you. - `Possibility'? Try `near certainty'. - I have an idea. Things repair overnight down there. Unless they're severed. - I think my balls have been severed, Seth. - But if they're internalized, kept within the body, they'll reappear. - Please tell me you're not suggesting � - It's an experiment. Which would you prefer � mouth or ass? - I'm not going to swallow my own balls! - Ass, then. Tomorrow morning, after you crap, we'll push these babies up your ass � just two of them, the normal number � and they'll be inside you when � if � you go underground. - That's crazy, Seth. It'll never work. - If it doesn't, you're no worse off than you are now. UNDERGROUND � JASPER It worked. ST. MORITZ, SWITZERLAND � JES�S - (Falcon) There's more, Jes�s. When Adena arrived with balls, the program made some kind of automatic adjustment. - What kind of automatic adjustment? JORDAN'S CELL � HARRY As soon as I finished licking the cum off Dai's body, I headed to Jordan's cell. Jasper was due to arrive today, and the arrival of a Twelve meant the gelding of a left-sider. But the only original left-sider remaining underground was Abe, and they clearly were protecting him. We Twelves were off limits; who else was there? Barry? Ian? Surely not. The logical choices were Jordan and Miles. One of them was due to be gelded today. And tomorrow he would meet the same fate as two of Henry VIII's wives � and I'm not talking divorce here. Other than Abe and the escapees on the surface, all the left-siders were dead. But at least they had Alpha-lives. Death did not wipe them from the face of the earth, only from the face of THIS earth � they live on in Alphaworld. Sean had conveyed (if I could trust him not to lie) that neither Jordan nor Miles had Alpha-lives, because he had transferred them "in toto" to Betaworld to protect them from Stimulever, which had wanted them killed. I guess they were getting their wish, if belatedly. Jordan was, to say the least, stressed. After all he had done for me, I couldn't let him go through this day alone. If I could, I was going to spend every moment with him. I was glad Miles was also with him; they could comfort each other, neither knowing whose manhood was doomed. The room had the atmosphere of Death Row. I thought about all the movies of convicts awaiting execution, waiting for that last-minute reprieve from the governor. Sometimes it came; sometimes, it didn't, and they took that final walk to the gallows or electric chair or gas chamber. Dead Man Walking. I was in a room with two dead men sitting. I wanted to bring them cheer, I wanted to bring them solace � and didn't have the slightest idea of how to do it. All of a sudden, Jordan let out a terrible howl, as if besieged by a demon. He doubled over in pain, arms wrapped around his abdomen, rocking back and forth in agony. I leaped up and grabbed him, wrapping my thick arms around him, holding him tight, trying to comfort him, not understanding what had just happened. And then, just as suddenly, he got calm and looked at the two of us as if nothing had. - What was that, Jordan? - (Jordan) I don't know. I suddenly felt the most agonizing pain in my balls. As if . . . - (Miles) Jordan. - (Jordan) What is it? - (Miles) Your balls. - (Jordan) It's okay, I'm fine. The pain is gone now. - (Miles) Jordan, the pain isn't all that's gone � so are your balls. Jordan spread his legs and lifted his cock. There was nothing underneath but skin. ST. MORITZ, SWITZERLAND � JES�S - Automatic adjustment my ass. Who the hell programmed that in � Dion? Was he drunk? - (Falcon) He thought it would be kinder to do it without using a knife. - Idiot. I don't know why we chose him for the Board over Estevan. - (Falcon) He does make great parties. - (Ari) If you're going to deprive a boy of his nuts, you should do it the old-fashioned way. This is irritating � Alec would have enjoyed slicing off those gonads. - You sound like you would too, Ari. - (Ari) Dion's too soft. In my universe, there won't be any mercy. - Murdock's still due for the chop tomorrow. That's not exactly mercy, Ari. THE THRONE ROOM - ABE Hamish and Percy � mostly Percy � had kept me isolated, so until recently I had no real contact with anyone else, other than Barry. Barry knew stuff, and was happy to share what he knew, at least while he was fucking me or painting my backside what he called `pretty colors'. (I called them marks and bruises.) Barry knew a lot about what was happening � fates of left-siders and arrivals of Twelves and such, but he didn't know the big picture, or why Seth was called the Trigger Man, or much about `The Project'. For that, I needed Ian. Ian's demotion from lieutenant to canine was terrible for him, but a boon to me. I knew Ian in Cleveland, of course, and when he appeared, with Seth, two weeks ago, it had shocked me; he promised to explain his presence here, but never did before escaping to the surface. Now that he was back, I learned his story, how his flight to Martinique had been on Zen Tropical Airways and he mysteriously found himself here. Ian had learned a lot from his time on the surface � not from Seth as much as from Sean. Seam had deposited Miles and me on the island, supposedly for our protection, and left, abandoning us. But now he was back. And Ian said he was working FOR Stimulever, not against it as he had claimed in Aruba. Ian confirmed that we were in some kind of parallel universe, and that this `Project' involved permanently replacing the real world with something allegedly better. But events on the surface didn't sound very altruistic. Ian told of guys being strangled and pushed off cliffs � and that Seth had to fuck guys and even shit on one of them. And if these things didn't happen, the world we returned to would be awful, and I'd be dead within a year in a manner so gruesome Sean wouldn't even discuss it. Unless Sean had lied � which, Ian said, he often did. He told me lots more, including his own star-crossed romance with a Polish guy named Stan � but the critical thing was that Seth was still alive and coming back on New Year's Eve to rescue me � although Ian didn't see how that could be possible. But never bet against Seth. If faith could move mountains, my faith in Seth could move a universe. Perhaps literally. Seth, I love you. Come to me. Rescue me. Absence, they say, makes the heart grow fonder. It was true. My love for Seth couldn't possibly be stronger than it is after nearly a month apart. Whatever this universe thing is, it doesn't matter, as long as we're together. Bring it on � just bring him here. THE DORMITORY � HARRY - (Barry) I heard Hamish talking about one of the Twelve maybe needing to die. It had to do with what they keep calling `the physics'. - One of the Twelve? One of us? - Apparently there's some uncertainty. He's been back and forth with Switzerland, running some kind of simulation. - How can a simulation have anything to do with whether they kill one of us? - You got me. - Does this mean they might kill one of us and spare Jordan and Miles? - I don't know. It sounds like Jordan's still getting the chop tomorrow. - . . . What if someone else got . . . the chop? - What do you mean? You mean Miles? - I mean one of the Twelve. - . . . Harry, you surprise me. You'd kill off one of your colleagues to save Jordan? - I'm not so fond of all of them. - That British knight's a piece of work, that's for sure. - Find out, Barry. See if someone could be substituted, whether `the physics' would be okay with that. - I don't think I'd mourn Ed Niemann. And Miles's boyfriend apparently committed a murder topside. If Miles has to go, Vic might be willing to go with him. But I have to say, I'm surprised at you, Harry. I didn't think you were this manipulative. - I can be full of surprises. I could even surprise myself. * * * * * * * * SUNDAY, DECEMBER 30 * * * * * * * * ST. MORITZ, SWITZERLAND � JES�S It had taken a while, with so many simulations to run. But Dolph and Thibaut were ready to report, and I thought it most efficient to gather the entire Board to hear the results. - Okay, Dolph, what do you have? What's the optimal scenario? - (Dolph) First of all, we do need to chop Murdock and King, one today, one tomorrow. There is an out for that, but it's so unlikely, it's not worth considering. Murdock has already been emasculated; King will be gelded after the arrival of Onslow. - Okay, that's all in line with previous plans. What about the new parameters? Which of the Twelve loses his head? And who gets more than his ears pierced? - There are three top candidates for which Twelve gets the chop � results are pretty close between the three of them, but Stapleton comes out number one. - (Ari) That's perfect. He's Murdock's boyfriend, isn't he? - Was. Not anymore. - (Ari) Nevertheless, there's a confluence there. We could have a double-execution � chop them simultaneously. Face to face, so they could watch each other's heads as they � - Ari! Keep your dark fantasies to yourself. - (Fred) I don't understand you, Ari. This is tragic � they were in love with each other. - (Ari) You and your fixation on love, Fred. - Enough! Stop squabbling. This is a strategic decision. Who are the two who are close alternatives? - (Dolph) Omi and Eton. - (Fred) Another couple! We can't break them up. Both are beautiful � Stapleton's charming in his innocent way, but in terms of pure pulchritude, I wouldn't want to lose either Omi or Eton � I want them both in my universe. - Fine, then, Stapleton it is. Any objections? Ari had the good sense to stay quiet. - Now, which of them is the best candidate to be the archery target? - (Fred) Don't say Omi or Eton, please. Or Adena � he's gorgeous. - (Dolph) No, actually, it's Fallon. - (Arturo) The bird-man? - (Thibaut) We were surprised. - (Ari) He's a former soldier. He faced death in Afghanistan, he'll be more amenable to it. I think it's a good choice. - But we want him to survive, yes? - (Dolph) Yes. With these choices, there's a 97.6% chance the Project will launch � providing the Trigger meets his obligations. - You said there was a way to spare Murdock and King? - (Dolph) There is, but it's not going to happen. - Let's hear it, anyway. - (Thibaut) King can be spared if someone agrees to be castrated in his place. - (Simon) That doesn't sound impossible. Would the genitals be restored when the Project is launched? - (Ari) We can tell them they would. - Would we be lying? - (Dolph) I'm not sure, to tell the truth. - (Demetrius) I can see Torrance making the sacrifice to save his lover, can't you? - (Thibaut) It depends on how much he knows about King's prior relationship with Sean. In any case, it would have to be done before Murdock is executed. - (Dolph) And the only way to spare Murdock is � well, that's the part that no one is going to do. - What's that? - (Dolph) One of the Twelve has to volunteer to take his place. And if that happens, there would be no need to execute another Twelve. - In other words, Stapleton would be spared. - Exactly. - (Simon) Well, you're right, that's never going to happen. The Twelve don't have Alpha-lives. They'd literally be committing suicide. - Let's prepare for Murdock's execution tonight. No one's going to volunteer to take his place. Thibaut, Dolph � draft the message, exactly what the simulations recommend. And Germ�n, when it's ready, transmit it to Hamish. - (Thibaut) Got it, chief. - (Germ�n) Got it, chief. JORDAN'S CELL � JORDAN - Thanks for coming by, Harry. - Dai's off getting his abdomen branded. The Mayers are doing that instead of milking him, so I'm free. I just came to say goodbye. - Oh, god, Harry. I'm so scared. - Don't be. - You sound like Augie. Augie was sure he was going to heaven after he died, he was so happy in his religion. I know I met him at a church � and I am a Christian, but I never bought into the heaven-and-hell thing. I think when you're dead, you're dead. - You're not going to die, Jordan. - Yes I am, Harry. Miles and I aren't like the true left-siders. We don't exist in Alphaworld. When we die, we die � just like you. - You're not going to die, Jordan. I got the word half an hour ago, from Barry. - . . . They changed their mind? - They got a substitute. Apparently, `the physics' allow for the death of one of the Twelve, and if they do that they don't need to kill you � or Miles � well, if that person volunteers, anyway. - Well, no one's going to do that � the Twelve don't have Alpha-lives either. - Yes, but they're going to get a volunteer. - Really? Who? - Me. - . . . - . . . - . . . Harry. - Yes, me. - Wh - ? . . . What are you - ? . . . Harry, no. - Dry your eyes, Jordan. It's all right. It's my Sidney Carton moment. It is a far, far better thing I do than I have � - Harry, stop it! I can't bear it. You can't do this! - Jordan, don't feel bad for me. Look, the thing I wanted most in life was to lose my virginity. I did that. - Barely. - It counts. Barry did it voluntarily. And I felt it � his cock in my ass. And he fucked the hell out of my mouth. That means I can die happy. - But you don't have to die NOW. - Jordan, if I die now, I have this satisfying memory fresh in my mind. What's ahead of me if I go back to Alphaworld? More of the same loneliness and humiliation that I was living before. No one's going to fuck me back there. If I die here, now, I can die in peace. - Oh, Harry. - And I can save you and Miles at the same time. Think of all the good that will do for the world � you and Miles still alive, Vic happy, Augie happy � even if you're not together, he'd still want you to live � and everyone you know back in Alpha � your sister Jen � you'll make them happy because you're just the kind of person that makes people happy. You helped give me the most important moment of my life. How can I not repay you that kindness? And how can I deprive the world of a person that good? - Harry, you're an angel and a saint. - Seems like I've heard that phrase recently. - You've said that phrase recently. - Maybe that's where I heard it. - Well, it is possible to be both, because you are both. But Harry . . . - Yeah? - I . . . I don't want you to do this. I'm so grateful I'd . . . well, if I had balls, I'd . . . - It's okay, Jordan. It's okay. It's the thought that counts. [COMING UP NEXT: CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE � THE THREE FACES OF GARY]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-39	Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2024 17:21:31 +0000 From: Greg S <[email protected]> Subject: Perceptions - Chapter 39 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 39 Nothing felt right after that Saturday at the gym. I didn't bother Master Greg for the next few days, but I did wish him a merry Christmas by text and got a reply, so i was happy about that. I also wondered if what happened at the gym might affect Greg going forward. I knew it was Christmas and my focus should have been on family and Jesus and shit, but my mind was running on overdrive. I waited until after dinner and texted Bax under the guise that i was wishing him a Merry Christmas. I wanted to keep the conversation going, so I mentioned that Jason was coming down to Boston from Vermont for New Years, and if he was interested he should too. I wasn't even sure where Bax was from, but then, I learned that he was from Long Island. He was quick to respond yes to my invitation, and he was also fast to ask if Greg would be there. I had found my opening, as i guessed he was grateful for my invitation and he had brought up Greg first. "Bax, so i was wondering..... something seems off with Greg and i was wondering if you know if anything happened since he was at school with us that weekend. I thought you said you kept in touch with him and i'm just..... i don't know ..... concerned i guess. Bax laughed a little. "Concerned". "Yeah" i replied confused. "I'm not sure what's up but he seems different since then." In that heartless way, Bax suggested, "Maybe it's because he got his ass kicked all over his high school gym, and watched his bitch get owned by the same guy that made him look like a wuss." I thought my mind would explode. "What?" i screamed, "How the fuck did you hear that?" i implored. "Chill faggot" Bax chided me sounding like one of my high school Alphas all of a sudden. `What?' I thought. Bax is an arrogant, smug asshole from college, not one of my hot high school masters. Or was he just another version of them i re-thought? "How did you find out about what happened at school on Saturday? That was just a few days ago." I demanded. "Jason sent part of the video to me" he responded. Suddenly i was angrier than i thought possible at Jason, but quickly my mind recalibrated and i was concerned about what was on that tape and who'd seen it. "Why did he send it to you? What was on it?" Bax replied, "You gotta ask Jason why he sent it, but there was nothing illegal on it, just clips of Greg getting beaten and humiliated by this Stud who has it in for him". "And that's all?" I asked carefully. "Well, there's a five second audio clip at the end that is suggestive, but not explicit. I can hear you screaming your bitch lungs out when that guy slammed his cock into you...... and the reason i know it's you is that you made the same sound when i did that to you a few weeks ago bitch." I was relieved to hear that the video did not incriminate me, but was devastated about what this meant for Greg. What was most disturbing now though, was Bax's new attitude. "Listen Bax, I'm sorry but in light of all this shit, I think i should lay low for New Years" I suggested. I was shocked by his reply. "No fucking way you are rescinding that invite now whore. I'm gonna be there on New Years eve and you're gonna do whatever I say from now on! Do you understand cunt?" I paused, thrilled by this new alpha, but also not sure how much more i could take. "Do you understand me you cunt?" he demanded once again. "Yes Sir", i replied with docility. "Oh" Bax continued, "The other thing that might have thrown Greg off after that weekend at school is that before he left on Sunday, I fucked his face and popped his cherry." he offered as he disconnected the phone call. My mind was lost. I had no idea what made sense any longer and no idea what to do with the information I had. Regardless, I still had to know why Jason would do that, so i texted him asking him to call when he had a minute. My phone rang minutes later. "Hello" i answered pretty coldly. "I'm sorry, I just know that you know; and i'm sorry", Jason said. "What do you think i know, and what do you know?" i asked. "OK" Jason started, "i know i should have told you but i was afraid of hurting you. Master Tack made me send the video to Bax because he knew from me telling him about the weekend that they met at U Mass. Tack is trying to weaken Greg with everyone that Greg knows." "But why" i asked, close to tears. Jason sighed, "I think it's a lot of things. I think Tack can't get over some of the things Greg did, like making Tack and his guys break you back in high school because he couldn't do it himself, letting Ash do what he did to you without striking back, and.... well.... he knows that Greg came onto me in my dorm room and he is super pissed about that too". I hung my head silently and sighed. "I'm sorry" Jason repeated. "Jason, i don't know that you have anything to be sorry about. This is just a really bad situation, and i'm in the middle of it...... Plus, that fucking Bax." "What about Bax"? Jason asked cautiously. "Well" i replied, "He's coming here to stay with us for New Years". I heard Jason gasp. "And guess who his newest slave is"? I asked. Jason laughed, "Bax? Has a slave? Yeah, he is ridiculously hot, but he is insufferable" Then, I retorted, "EXACTLY". Taking a moment, Jason's mind caught up. "I get it" Jason said speaking slowly and reflectively as he put the pieces together in his head. "He could be a hot master with the right influences. All of the keys properties are there." Then I added, "And he's decided i'm his new bitch because he wants to take Greg's property now that Greg washed out...... and since he topped Greg in Boston." "WHATTT?" Jason squealed. "Yeah" i sighed. "Ya know i had no idea what was going on with Greg. He'd been mopey since he was on campus with me and i guess after he left us on Sunday he went to Bax's room and got his cherry popped." Jason sighed, "Listen greg, i'm really sorry. This is a lot to manage. What can i do?" Asking hopefully, I suggested, "Do you think that you can keep the secret about Bax and G-Man from Tack for now." Replying honestly, Jason explained, "for a day or two only, but no one will know it came from you." "Thanks" i said appreciatively. "So, what the fuck do you think is going on with Greg"? i asked Jason. "I'm guessing he is figuring things out and maybe he isn't exactly what everyone thinks or expects him to be", he explained. "Well, i need to have his back" i said with conviction as i wished Jason a Merry Christmas and hung up. I woke up on New Years Eve with a feeling of heavy concern about everything that could go wrong over the next few days. Thank God that Jason arrived before Bax. I picked him up at the train station and I thought we'd hang out in the village while we waited the hour and a half until Bax arrived, but Jason asked me to drop him off at Tack's house, then go back and pick up Bax, and then come right back to Tack's house again. I was disappointed, but i did what Tack obviously had ordered. When Tack got off the train, my cock jumped as i accepted seeing my hot new Master approaching me. I looked down at my feet, a little embarrassed that i had ever seen his as anything less than a superior alpha. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he pulled he in, squeezed me. On the way to Tack's i learned from him that he and Tack had been texting and sharing a lot since Greg got ruined by Ash, and after Tack found out that Bax took Greg's cherry. I also appreciated when he explained, "So i know you did some intense stuff as these guys' slave, but my interests are not as ..... unusual as some of theirs, ya know?" I nodded, "OK". "What i want you to remember is that what i say goes. You got that?" i nodded. "You're basically the girl and it's 1940, ya know what i mean?" I nodded. "And sometimes i like it rough, and you're gonna take it that way. Understood?" I replied sincerely, "Yes Sir". I knocked on Tack's door and i heard Tack's familiar "Come in". Tack was in his grungy jock, but now he was wearing heavy wool socks in addition to the jock, apparently because it was winter. As Bax approached, Tack stood to shake his hand while Jason continued to worship Tack's body. "Hey girl, take a minute and get my friend here something to drink" he said. Jason looked at Bax and inquired politely, "May i get you something Sir?" Bax laughed, "Fuk, this must be killing you Jason." he said smugly. "What do you mean?" Tack inquired. Bax answered him directly, "These two aren't my biggest fans, ya know." "I didn't" Tack answered. "They blew me off for a while after coming on strong when we first met." Bax explained. "I thought they were fickle, but maybe they just don't get my personality." he continued. Tack suggested, "Sometimes it just takes a little while for a sub to accept a superior's control." Bax's smile indicated that he must have liked that explanation. "Get me some water" Bax ordered, staring at Jason. It was obvious that Jason went soft a little for Bax based on his body language, and Bax liked that too. Before long, i was worshipping Bax while he sat on one side of the couch, legs spread wide as he alternately fucked my face with his cock and then allowed me to taste his body, while Tack sat on the other side as Jason worshipped him. Bax's wandering eyes kept drifting to Jason, and Tack was noticing it. Tack must have taken an appreciation of Bax, because he asked him sincerely, "Hey, you want to take a turn with the princess here?" Jason looked up at Tack with pleading eyes, as if to say, `I can't', or `I'm not ready', but Tack wasn't paying attention. Bax was hesitating, wanting not to seem like he was poaching Tack's bitch. "I have to be honest, I'd like to". "Sure", Tack responded. "Jason, get your ass over there" he pointed. Jason moved obediently between Bax's legs awaiting instructions as Bax laughed in disbelief at what he had fallen into. Tack disappeared for a minute, then returned with the leather straps, attaching my wrists to the ceiling. As he tied me up, i was getting hard looking at the power dynamic between Bax and Jason. Jason and I both thought in some way that we were better than Bax, and now we were both forever his inferiors, and Jason was beginning to sexually submit to him, as i already had done. Coming back with a belt now, Bax looked a little uncomfortable. Tack, explaining said, "Sometimes i like to exhibit my power in different ways, ya know? And for some reason, this bitch here" he said referring to me, "he can take a good beating and knows he deserves to be broken. I don't feel the same way about Princess there. She doesn't need much breaking with me". "What do you mean by breaking?" Bax asked. Tack took the strap and swung his arm lashing across my ass with the belt and i yelped out loud. "Sometimes they get demanding, they think they know what is right and can question their superiors. They become impatient and short tempered. I can't have that." Tack commented. Then he swung again and i jumped and yelped as my dick jumped and hardened. Tack questioned, "You like that boy?" Without waiting for an answer he struck again, and then again and again. Before i knew it i had absorbed a dozen lashes and as he cut me free Bax watched in amazement as i fell to my knees sobbing, worshipping his feet and praising him. "You like that?" he asked. "Yes Master, yes" I cried. "I love when you show me my place Sir, Thank you Sir. Thank you." i pleaded as i continued to worship at Tack's feet. "So, you say that Jason there thought he was better than you?" Tack asked. Bax answered casually, "They both did". Well maybe Jason needs a little spanking to show him his place. I think we've already punished greg enough. Bax looked a little out of his depth but also pretty curious. "Try it out?" Tack asked. "Sure" Bax replied adventurously. Positioning Jason over his knee, he tentatively dropped the first clap down on Jason's ass. Tack smirking, but not wanting to be too pushy, but still being Tack, he offered, "He won't break." The next one was harder, and the third harder still as Jason's beautiful face contorted and he gasped. "Do you remember that time you blew me off at the diner when you said we'd meet for coffee?" Bax asked as he dropped the fourth hard blow. "How about when you were supposed to meet me in the library to study for that test in History?" delivering a fifth blow across Jason's beautiful supple ass. "What about when you and greg went to that party without me after saying we'd all go together?" and he cracked down with a sixth and seventh and eighth clap, each time mentioning a different transgression until Jason was a babbling mess crying over Bax's knee apologizing sincerely for treating him as anything less than his alpha superior. As soon as Bax stopped, Jason knew to go into worship mode, diving to Bax's feet, apologizing and begging for forgiveness as he kissed and licked his strong feet. Then Jason worked his way up Bax's muscled legs and plunged his mouth over Bax's stud cock, allowing it to lodge in his throat, choking himself for Bax's pleasure. The action was intense now as Jason had abandoned all pretense and had truly accepted Bax as his alpha and was in total submission to his superior. Wanting to make sure that Brian knew it was on the table as an option, Tack offered, if you want to fuck her, now is probably the right time. "Thanks" was all that Bax said as he acknowledged the access, and picked up Jason throwing him back down on the sofa and mounting him. Bax threw Jason's legs to the sides and placed his hands to the sides of Jason's shoulders, displaying his flawless torso above Jason as he lined up his wet leaky cock with Jason's hole. Popping the head in, Jason yelped and then moaned. Slowly but unyieldingly driving his cock in, he bottomed out in Jason's hole in seconds and then began his athletic pace of pounding that pussy as it grabbed onto his cock and it massaged the shaft. The harder Bax drove in, the more Jason relented and appreciated the man above him, now wrapping his legs around him and pawing at Bax's remarkable body, Bax continued to slam into Jason as he looked down at one of the most beautiful boy's he'd ever seen who was willingly and desperately taking his cock, as he bludgeoned and destroyed the boy's hole.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-36	Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2024 04:44:07 +0000 From: Greg S <[email protected]> Subject: Perceptions - 36 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 36 I was really self conscious getting ready, wishing I had worked out yesterday rather than having had pumpkin pie and watched movies. I showed up at Master Greg's front door as instructed and knocked, waiting for an answer. I followed him up the stairs to the attic, never tiring of following behind him and watching his perfect ass as he took the stairs two at a time. As we got to the top of the steps into the large open space, i could see the tethers he'd used to hang me before, coming down from the overhead beam. I was a bit nervous, but i often was with Master G. "Strip boy" he commanded, and i took everything off for him. Fastening my wrists and pulling the ropes tight enough to keep me partially on my toes, he asked, "So, how many times have you been fucked since i saw you last?" I did some quick inventory in my head and said "Four ..... no five times. I've been fucked five times Master since i saw you last." I admitted with embarrassment. "Ok slut. I'll be back." he announced, disappearing down the stairs. A few minutes later i heard his feet on the steps. As Master G reached the top of the stairs I gawked at him wearing a black leather harness that made an "X" across his chest and back. He wore a similar black leather strap on his left wrist and a black leather jock strap that was definitely a size small and looked obscenely hot because it was bursting in front with his sizable package. His feet were bare, which turned me on as much as any of his other wear. The slightly alarming visual was the narrow leather paddle he was carrying in his hand. "Like what you see bitch?" he asked. Gulping, i shook my head affirmatively, and mumbled "Yes Master, i love everything i'm seeing Sir." Smirking, he chuckled, "There's my faggot." Moving to look me in the eyes as I hung before him he said, "You'll get 10 lashes for every time you've been fucked." My face indicated my concern, as i tried to remember ever receiving 50 consistent impacts before. "You'll take them for me Slave, right?" he inquired sternly. I shook my head, saying "Yes Master." I tried to prepare myself, but it seemed my only bodily response was to tense up as the first contact on my ass caused me to yelp and tighten my muscles. After the second one, he instructed, "Count them for me boy." Which i did by calling the numbers out after each impact. His lashes were getting harder, not softer as he went on, and I had hoped for the opposite, but the more pain i was in, the more he seemed to enjoy the exercise. By the time we got to 35, i was yelling with each blow, but he kept them up and i focused on 50, i just had to make it to 50. I told myself i could do that. As the final one impacted, my body released and i gasped being so grateful it was over, however just then another lash impacted my burning ass, and then another. "50" i cried, "50 Master" Laughing he said, "I've decided to deliver a few more slave." Not saying how many, first five, then ten were added and i had no idea how long this might go on. Feeling completely overwhelmed, I began to cry, "I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Master." I wasn't exactly sure what i was apologizing for. Maybe it was just the nature of the imperfect circumstance that put us here, but i wanted him to know i would take the blame. When he got to 75, he stopped, and moving in front to face me he dragged the paddle across my chest and abs, combining fear and excitement with his actions. "What are you sorry for boy?" he asked. "For whatever i may have done, for not telling you, for making mistakes, for everything Master." i whimpered gasping every few words. "Boy, we all made mistakes." he admitted. "The reason I'm spanking your ass is to purge you boy, clean the stank off of you from everyone else who fucked you. Well, that and so you know that you don't ever get fucked without my permission." "Yes Master, yes Sir" i cried as he released me from the ropes. Moving me to the couch, he looked down at me and said, "you're gonna be here all day pussy, i hope you don't have any plans." He retrieved a pillow case he had set aside by the couch and handed it to me saying, "pull this over your head cunt." I didn't understand, but I obeyed him immediately saying "yes Master". Laying me on my back, lifting my knees up and to the sides, his positioned me like he was fucking a girl, and the treatment felt like that at first. He was a little gentler than normal, taking time as he spread me open and took my ass, but it was partly as if i wasn't even there, as he ignored everything but the pieces of my body he was using physically. I was so hungry to connect with him, but he was purposefully preventing that. Then as he slid into his groove of fucking me, he began hocking up his phlegm and spitting it on me. using his hand to spread it over my body like oil, rubbing it in wherever it landed. When he was ready to cum, he pulled his magnificent cock from my pussy, stood above me and sprayed my entire flushed body with his sperm and then began to use his foot to rub his seed all over me as well. "Marking you faggot. Making you mine all over again" he said. "Thank you Master, thank you" was my response. "Don't speak" he corrected, once again shutting me out. Afterwards, I was allowed to remove the sack and I happily worshipped his body for about a half an hour while he was going through things on his phone, and without much warning, he got up and pushed my chest down on the seat cushion of the couch, got behind me and slammed into me, fucking me furiously hard and fast, beating my body with his cock, more like it was a job than passion. Again, when he came he spewed it all over my back, using his foot to rub it in and then finally flipping me on my back on the floor and seeing my face for the first time in a while, he took his cum covered foot and pushed and jammed it hard into my face as i took, accepted and worshipped anything he wanted to dish out. Now, I was tired and a little worn out and i asked to use the bathroom. I found some of Master's cream which i used to soothe the burn in my hole, and returned back upstairs to find him seated on the couch reading from his phone again. "Back to my feet faggot" was his command. "Yes Master" i replied immediately getting to work showing him how much I wanted him and to serve him, taking care of his perfectly muscled feet again. Less than another half hour passed before he had me up against the wall, wrist locked behind my back, growling in my ear as he raped my ass; and when he was ready, he pushed me to the floor below him and came all over me. This time when he was finished, he left me alone as he went downstairs without a word. I laid where he left me, and tried to understand what was happening. There was always a reason to Master Greg's actions. He didn't have me blow him at all today. The sack over my head. The second fuck that seemed more like a chore. Coming back a little while later, he found me where he left me. This time he had one of his black belts in his hand. As i prepared mentally to get beaten by him, he brought me up to all fours where he found me, lasso'd the belt around my neck and pulled back hard, slamming into me once again, violently pounding my pussy hole until he came on my back again. It's not like i didn't enjoy sex with Master Greg, i lived for it, but my body was breaking under his power today and the part of him i needed the most, he was totally withholding from me. The leashed fuck happened two more times that afternoon. I tried to hold up the best i could, but i started to cry openly on the last fuck as i did not think my mind or body could take anymore of this cold punishing sex. Finally coming back up from downstairs after a while following his last fuck, looking amazing wearing absolutely nothing, he carried with him a paper bag that he tossed on the floor. Pulling me to a spot on the floor he put me on my back and positioned himself between my legs. I began to huff, then sob and then openly cry for him. "Master, i can't Master, I can't. Please no, no, no." i stuttered between huffs of air, sobs and tears. Leaning over me he clamped my mouth with his palm, forcing me to breath through my nose, he lined up and again drove his steel hard cock into my worn, torn burned and beaten pussy hole and i screamed wildly into his hand as he took me. It took a minute before the pain normalized and i was able to focus again, he took his hand from over my mouth and i gasped for air. He was looking at me now, staring at me, connecting. I instantly grew hard and began to beg him. "Master, fuck me, own me please. I belong to you master, I have to belong to you Master, please. I need you Master," I cried. A smirk formed on his incomparable face. "Who's my boy?" he asked. Between yelps i croaked "I'm your boy Master, I'm your boy." "Who owns you? Who controls you boy?" he asked next. "You do Master. Master Greg is my owner and controls me." i yelled out happily. "Who is the center of your whole life faggot, who do you live for?" he demanded as he held my ankles out in a wide "V" fucking me like a whore while i pawed at his torso. "You are my whole life and I live for you Master. Please take me back Sir, please by my Master again." I moaned desperately. Leaning down, his chest covering mine, he bucked his hips into me a few last times before finally depositing his seed into me this time, making himself a little part of me. I wrapped my legs around him possessively, wanting to show him how much i wanted him. "I worship you Master. I belong to you Master. I'm yours." I whispered into his ear. We stayed like that for less than a minute before he stood, and putting his foot across my chest he proceeded to throw up a double bicep pose above me, showing that he was the alpha, my alpha, and that he totally dominated my life. I smiled wildly as he opened the bag and repositioned himself straddling my waist as i lay on my back. Pulling out a black permanent marker, he wrote on my chest `Property of Master Greg'. Next he fished a new necklace from the bag that said the same thing on a large pendant. As i looked up at him I was eternally grateful that somehow we had this opportunity again.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/perceptions/perceptions-52	Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2024 03:05:46 +0000 From: Greg S <[email protected]> Subject: Perceptions - 52 Please remember to support Nifty and their work so that they can continue this forum for entertainment and expression. Use link https://donate.nifty.org/ to donate please. Disclaimer: If you aren't 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenagers and is for adults only! The acts are consensual. This story is complete fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely coincidence. This story also contains violent scenes including force, bondage and humiliation. If this bothers you, please do not read any further! Perceptions - Chapter 52 Tack was surprised how well Melanie and Laith had taken to Jay Hunter. He'd assumed because Jay was unpopular and lacked the material possessions and social status that Mel and Laith were used to, that they'd be unreceptive, even critical of him. However, both saw right through the surface to the man within. That made Tack feel good about his slaves. Maybe it was because he himself was concerned about being accepted, or maybe it was because he saw a little bit of himself in Jay and wanted him to be appreciated for what he was. Either way, his two bitches Laith and Melanie had taken to him very well. Maybe that was the reason he'd spent so much time over the last few weeks with both of them, toying with them, twisting their minds into knots, making them compete for his attention and to have his hot cock bang them senseless. Tack found them easier and easier to use and manipulate, and they seemed to welcome his control. During this period, Tack pushed Jason off, telling him he'd have to wait, telling Jason that he was busy with Laith and Mel. Jason contained his jealousy within, hiding his frustration from his Alpha Master Tack, but all of his insecurities were raw with the thought of Laith taking his place and making him worthless to his Master. After two weekends away, Tack instructed Jason to arrive at his house on Friday, which was the last weekend in April. Jason was excited, thinking about it non-stop for days in anticipation of seeing his Alpha Boy. Arriving before dinner, he stopped to pick up Tack's favorite foods on the way to the house, and served Tack dinner before Tack got down to business and reminded his bitch Jason just what made a man like him happy. To say Jason was a pig in shit as he took in every ounce of his Master's attention and attended to Tack's every need would be to miss the bigger observation. Jason was utterly and completely obsessed with Tack, and had no idea who he was without him. Jason wasn't surprised when Tack told him on Saturday morning that he had a study session at school that he had to attend, so he asked his Master for any chores he should complete. Before leaving, Tack instructed Jason that he'd be back at 2:00 and Laith would be coming by. "If he gets here before I'm back, keep him occupied" Tack smirked as he left for school. Barely an hour had passed before there was a knock on the side door. The back of Jason's head started to pulse with heat and anger. His movements were stressed and he was visibly angry as he moved to the door and yanked on the knob throwing it open to see Laith standing there in jeans, distressed boots and a form fitting sweater. Regardless of how incredible Laith looked, all Jason saw was competition, and all he felt was fear. Jason stood there in a bright red jock, wearing the now signature dark steel chain around his neck and matching stud earring in his left lobe. His hair was still shaved on the side with the top long and flipped to the side. "Sup fag", Laith inquired of Jason as he strode into the basement. Despite Laith's slave status and even despite the humiliation and rumors at school, he still found a way to bounce, at least partially, and retain his old confident personality. Though he was Tack's slave and people knew it, he could still converse as not-a-slave. He could still joke and have fun. Faced with the reality of his position, he did not need to crumble or cower in fear, at least not always. Sometimes, he'd just confess and be ok with it, other times Alpha Master Tack would drag him to the lowest depths and leave him practically empty, but Tack would always find some way to bounce back. "Is there any water in the fridge down here" Laith questioned. "Yeah, get me one too" Jason said as he went over to Master Tack's weight bench and begin to do chest presses. Laith made his way over to the weight bench a minute later and observed, "Nice". "Yeah" Jason confirmed looking at his own body arrogantly. "Where's my water?" he then spat. Laith smirking asked, "Where is your water? Is this a quiz?" Now really pissed, and bested by a high school kid, Jason stomped out of the room. Coming back a few minutes later, Jason found Laith lounging on the couch where he and Master Tack spent a lot of their time. Something about Laith's ease with everything was driving Jason crazy. Did he think becoming Master Tack's #1 would be easy? Jason was carrying a bottle of water for himself and the two leather straps that Tack used to bind bitchs' wrists to the beam overhead in his basement. Looking at the clock, Jason saw it was almost noon as he explained to Laith, "Tack is gonna be home soon and he wants you hanging when he gets here." Regarding Jason standing there, Laith responded, "He didn't say anything to me." Jason offered, "Call him then. I'm just following orders", he said calmly. As much as Laith disregarded Jason as a kiss-ass, he knew he took everything that Tack said as the word of God. "What time is he gonna be back?", Laith asked. Looking at the clock again, Jason answered, "Study group is over at noon, so anytime now." As Laith hesitated, Jason pressed him, "Just text him and he'll tell you." Laith's expression changed in acceptance, but he took the opportunity once again to taunt Jason, "Wanna take my shoes off for me and have a sniff? Last chance before I'm unavailable." He smiled, knowing he was getting under Jason's skin and loving it. As Laith stripped down to his boxers, Jason simply said "Everything". Laith dropped his boxers too, and stood there displaying his aesthetic perfection. Jason wasted no time in lashing Laith's hands to the beam and hanging his body there in the basement, making him completely vulnerable. Jason strutted in front of Laith, taking time to drink his water and then leaving the bottle on the table, he left the room for a few moments coming back with a belt, whip and cane, and dropped them on the floor in front of Laith, smiling contentedly. Laith gulped because Tack had never used a whip and definitely not a cane on him before and wondered why now. What had he done? With a big smile plastered on his face, Jason approached Laith, getting chest to chest with him, and locking eyes he lifted and drove his knee up between Laith's legs crushing his balls, making him immediately holler out in pain and causing his eyes to water. As Jason stepped back, he ran his fingers over the tears on Laith's face and said "AAWwwwww, Poor bitch. Time for pain." Laith suddenly realized this was totally unsanctioned play and he didn't have any idea when Tack would be back or the extent of Jason's mental damage. Once he stopped gasping and the fire in his balls lessened, he groaned "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jason walked over to the table nearby and fiddled with his phone, setting it to record, and tilting it up against the wall to capture a frame that focused on Laith hanging helplessly from the beam. Reaching down for the whip he sauntered over to Laith and said, "I'm gonna ruin you asshole. I'm making my own video of you begging me while i beat you senseless and then i'm gonna drop you like the sack of shit you are and rape your mouth and your ass all over the floor while you take it like a willing whore. In an hour those videos will be everywhere, and you'll not only be ruined, but your parents will pull you out of school and send you away to Switzerland or wherever people like you end up, and you'll be out of Tack's life forever" he spat as he wound up the whip and came down brutally hard against Laith's back. Ten minutes in, Laith's back was bleeding and he was panting and begging Jason to stop. Jason switched to the belt and began to strap the back of Laith's legs and his chest causing huge welts across his skin. Laith could see that there was no reasoning with Jason. His soft brain had latched onto an idea and he couldn't see any of the crazy flaws or impossibilities with what he was thinking. Any pleading had no effect on Jason, he just wanted Laith exterminated. Finally, taking up the cane, Laith began to beg desperately as Jason let out a cold laugh. "Don't bother." Jason commented as he brought the cane across Laith's back and broke the skin as Laith howled. "You're done" he observed as he came down across Laith's ass doing the same there. "I win" Jason said as he brought his arm back again, only to have it grabbed and wrenched back by Tack as he appeared from the bottom of the stairs, having come in from the upstairs after their study group adjourned early. Not bothering to ask questions yet,Tack simply used his fist to drive a punch into Jason's head that laid him out on the floor. Stepping up to look Laith carefully in the eyes and observe his state, Laith just moved his head gesturing towards the camera on the table. "It's all on the video he gasped" as he hung there in total relief to finally see Tack. Tack quickly released Laith from the beam and sat him down on a chair and gave him some water. Moving to the table to retrieve the phone, he started to watch the video that was just recorded from the beginning. Reviewing the first minute of the video, Tack was immediately aware of Jason's ridiculous plan. As Laith drank the water he'd been given and adjusted as he recovered in the chair, he looked at Tack with great reverence. Tack grinned at his boy, "You doing ok there? You gonna be alright?" Laith managed a smile and shook his head affirmatively. Starting a new video on Jason's phone, Tack picked up the partially empty bottle of water that Jason had left on the table and walked over to his body laying on the floor, dumping the remaining water on Jason's head while the camera recorded. Tack just stared at Jason as he came to, spazzing on the ground for a second while he figured out where he was. Getting his bearings finally, Jason said, "It was him. He wanted it. Begged me" "Wanted what?" Tack questioned. "Wanted me to torture him. He said he needed it." Tack just paced before Jason, shaking his head `no' as Jason sat on the floor feeling hopeless. "See i heard that you were gonna try to run Laith out of town." Jason yelled, "NO! He's a lying bitch, just trying to make me look bad `cus he needed a beat down and he wants to make me look bad. Tack simply stared Jason down and shook his head `no'. Jason exploded into tears. "He's ruining us. We're the best together and he's so jealous he wants to fuck that all up. He's trying to undermine you. He doesn't understand what it takes to be you and what you need. I do, he doesn't" Jason screamed in abject frustration as he cried. "Git your shit and get the fuck out" he growled quietly as Jason remained on the floor. Jumping to his feet Jason implored his Alpha, pawing at his shoulders and trying to hold his attention for a minute. "Please, I'll do anything. Please Alpha Master, please" Jason cried. Gesturing to Laith to approach them, Tack told Jason, "Turn around". Then he instructed Laith, "throw him out the door. I'll get his things." Tack could hear the two struggling as Jason fought Laith, until Laith dropped a few punches on him and dragged him to the door, opened it and dragged him onto the grass, leaving him in a heap. Tack followed them out carrying Jason's bag and possessions, throwing them on the ground next to him. Kicking him and spitting in his face to get him alert again, Tack explained, "I'm keeping your phone with all of the evidence of what happened, including all of your lies. If i ever see you again, and anytime for the rest of your life that i see you, I will kick the living shit out of you in front of whoever is there, so lets make sure that i never see your sorry face for the rest of your life asshole." Jason started to cry earnestly as he collected his things. As they walked into the house, Tack said, "I'd have let you do anything you wanted to him, but i figured we already wasted too much time on that trash." Laith replied, "Good call." As Tack collected all of the things needed to treat Laith's wounds, he told Laith to call home and tell them he'd be staying over at his `best friends house' tonight. "I can't send you home like this." Tack mentioned. With the right ointments and bandages Laith started to feel alright within hours, even though his skin would take some time to heal. As Tack fixed him back up he tried to be clear, "So what I'm doing today..... well just don't get used to it faggot." Adding, "I'm sorry for what happened." "You saved me", Laith responded genuinely. The rest of their evening together consisted of Tack spooning Laith possessively as they laid on the couch and watched a movie. Laith sighed contentedly, while Tack reminded him, "Don't get used to it." The digital clock showed 2:14 AM as Tack's hardon woke him, and he went to take a piss to release at least some of the pressure. When he got back Laith had turned the small lamp on next to the couch and was looking up at Tack with a sort of hero-worship kind of look. "Light off" Tack directed with a scowl. "I thought you liked being able to see me when you fucked me." Laith posited. Tack shook his head no, "Not tonight boy, you've been through a lot." Laith ran his foot up against Tack's leg as Tack stood over him, and Laith whispered desperately, "I'd rather get beat again then not get to have your body on top of me holding me down, you pressing your body into mine, on top of me, controlling me, owning, me. You thrusting your cock into my pussy as i yelp. You squelch my screams with your hand over my mouth as you relentlessly drive your cock into me letting me know you own me and that i am yours. Taking me from the inside out, mind and body, all yours." Tack's pulse quickened, his cock got even more rigid and all he could ask is, "You sure?" Laith licked his lips and pled, "I need you Master, especially now." Tack wasted no time in covering Laith's weak bruised body with his powerful one. He drove a dominating kiss into Laith's mouth which just felt right at this time even though Tack does not kiss. His tongue brutalizing his boy's mouth, he positioned Laith on his back, his legs up and to the sides, pinned under Tack's arms. In this position, Laith felt totally vulnerable and feminine opening himself up for Tack to take. As Tack plunged into him and Laith gasped, he finally started to feel repaired after today's disturbing events. Tack's need, having been postponed all day, was now so strong as he began to move his body fluidly but savagely, taking and marking Laith as his property. He pummeled Laith's supple hole as he caused his boy to moan and beg for him. "Master, i feel so safe. You make me feel safe." he admitted as Laith clouted him for minutes. The more raw Laith felt, the more he wanted to endure for his Alpha. He wanted to show Tack that he would do anything for him, he wanted to show him how he felt about him. As Tack climaxed depositing his cum inside Laith's hungry cunt, he collapsed onto his boy and as he breathed heavily compressing Laith under him, his wounds still stinging, Laith whispered, "I love you Tack". "I Know", replied Tack lovingly. "I know you do". As the two continued to spoon quietly in the dark, while Laith's dick continued to stretch his boxers and drip uncomfortably, he suggested, "Tack, i was thinking about something lately. It's almost summer and school is out soon. I'm going to Duke in August and I'm going to Marblehead for the summer. How do you feel about coming with me?" Quickly reacting to the idea negatively, Tack replied, "I have to work this summer rich boy. I can't". Laith continued, "But I'll be working at a marina there all summer, the same place I've worked for the last four summers. They are always looking for people and never have enough. I know you could work there." Tack could hear Laith's excitement, and so he said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. Sleep now." Laith sighed "Ok" as he felt the power of Tack's hold on him and drifted into sleep.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/screwed-on-site	Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2023 11:16:20 -0400 From: mcwheels1973 <[email protected]> Subject: Screwed On Site Hakeem was late again! This was the eighth time this week. He worked for the J&E Modern construction company. His boss, Mr. Rockland was gonna be furious! So, he tried to sneak onto the work site without being noticed. He was almost at his station when...." HAKEEM JOHNSON!" Hakeem looked in the direction of the bellow and his heart sunk! There was Mr. Rockland looking like he wanted to kill someone (and that someone was Hakeem!). "Get in my office now!" Mr. Rockland roared. Hakeem knew he was in deep shit! When he got into the trailer that was supposed to be Mr. Rocklands office, he just stood there, scared to death. "Do you remember what you told me the last time you were late?" Mr. Rockland asked. Hakeem wasn't thinking about that. As a matter of fact, Hakeem was thinking about how fine this brotha looked. Mr. Rockland was about six feet even and looked like he was a solid 220! Comparatively, Hakeem was five foot six feet and weighed only 150! The man could probably bench press Hakeem over his head! "Are you listening to me?" Mr. Rockland yelled. Hakeem nearly jumped out of his skin. "Um, sorry, sir." Hakeem said meekly. "You told me you wouldn't be late again!" Mr. Rockland roared. "Yet, here you are, again, late!" Hakeem had been working there for five years. He'd never seen Mr. Rockland this mad. "What am I going to do?" Hakeem thought in a panic. "I can't lose this job. Especially not when my wife and I are planning to get married next month!" "I just don't know what to do with you." Mr. Rockland said finally. "I think I'm just going to have to fire you." Panic took a hold of Hakeem, and it wouldn't let go. "Oh shit!" Hakeem thought. "I've done it now." "Please!" Hakeem said, getting down on his hands and knees. "Please don't fire me! I need this job!" At this point, Hakeem was frantic. He would do Anything Mr. Rockland wanted him to do just to keep his job.... And he said as much! "I'll do whatever you want me to do, Mr. Rockland. Please! You gotta let me keep this job!" Hakeem begged. A gleam came to Mr. Rockland's eye. "Anything?" He asked Hakeem, a smile forming on his face. "Anything." Mr. Rockland looked Hakeem up and down lecherously, making Hakeem a little uncomfortable. Hakeem took a breath and asked, "What do you want me to do so I can keep this job?" "Strip." Mr. Rockland said simply. "Strip out them clothes." Hakeem's eyes bugged out for a moment. "Mr. Rockland!" He exclaimed. "You can't be serious, man." "Oh, I'm very serious." Mr. Rockland said with a toothy grin. "If you want this job, you'll strip out them clothes and let me do whatever the fuck I want to you!" Hakeem knew what he had to do. He began to take off his clothes, starting with his work boots and socks. As he stripped, Mr. Rockland grinned from ear to ear. "I'm finally getting one of these brothas to do my bidding." He thought happily. "I've been waiting for this day for years!" Next Hakeem took off his jeans. "Well, damn!" Hakeem wasn't wearing any drawers! "You're not wearing any drawers!" exclaimed Mr. Rockland. "I hardly ever do." Hakeem replied as he removed his pants completely. As Hakeem stripped Mr. Rockland slid his hands down into his own pants and began to play with his dick, stroking it slowly. Meanwhile, Hakeem took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. "Fuck!" Mr. Rockland said as he looked on. When Hakeem was finally naked, Mr. Rockland gasped. "Just beautiful." "Do I get to keep my job?" Hakeem asked. "We'll see." Mr. Rockland said. "Come here!" Hakeem walked over to Mr. Rockland. "Bend over." Mr. Rockland commanded. He pointed at his desk. So, Hakeem bent over his desk. "Spread them muscle legs of yours apart... wide apart!" Hakeem did as he was told, once again. "Damn, this boy's got a real pretty ass." Mr. Rockland thought to himself. "You know what I'm about to do to you, don't you?" Mr. Rockland asked. "Yes, sir." Hakeem said softly. "Tell me." Mr. Rockland said as he took off his own belt. "You're about to give me a spanking." Hakeem said. This humiliation happens to all the men who are late to the job site. "Please, Mr. Rockland! Don't do this!" WHACK! When the belt hit his ass cheeks, Hakeem's body tingled all over. WHACK! It hurt like hell, but Hakeem gritted his teeth, trying not to moan. Yes, I said moan. You see, Hakeem enjoyed getting spankings, ever since he was a freshmen in college. Mr. Rockland rubbed Hakeem's tender ass cheeks, which caused Hakeem to moan aloud. "You like that, don't you?" Mr. Rockland asked. "No, sir, I do not!" Hakeem lied. WHACK! WHACK! "Do not lie to me, boy!" Mr. Rockland said. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "AHHH, FUCK!" Hakeem cried out. "SPANK MY ASS!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! At this point, Hakeem's body was hotter than an oven. "I think I got a new position for you." Mr. Rockland said as he pulled his dick out of his pants. "On your knees!" Immediately, Hakeem was on his knees. "Open that pretty mouth... NOW!" Hakeem opened his mouth and Mr. Rockland shoved his dick down his throat, causing Hakeem to gag. It took a minute but, Hakeem was able to handle Mr. Rockland's dick. Mr. Rockland fucked Hakeem's face hard. "AAARRRGGGHHH! MMMMM!" Hakeem moaned loudly. He sucked down Mr. Rockland's dick down to his pubes! "OH JESUS!" Mr. Rockland roared. "You're one good dick sucker!" He bent over and, with both hands, grabbed Hakeem's ass cheeks. "You got a real nice booty. You ever been fucked?" "No, sir!" Hakeem said, his irritation rising. "You want to keep your job, don't you?" Hakeem asked himself. "Of course, I do." He answered. "Then chill out!" He responded. "No, sir, I ain't never been fucked." Mr. Rockland smiled and said, "Fresh met! Good!" SLAP! SLAP! Mr. Rockland's thick, meaty hands stung as they slapped his ass cheeks. "Wiggle that ass! "Say what?" Hakeem asked as if he hadn't heard him. "I said, wiggle that ass, man!" SLAP! SLAP! "Damn, that stings like a mother fucker!" Hakeem thought to himself. He slowly wiggled his ass back and forth. SMACK! SMACK! "That's right, wiggle that ass!" Mr. Rockland said. Suddenly, Hakeem was starting to get turned on. He could feel his dick getting hard. Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" Hakeem turned and looked at Mr. Rockland. "Is he crazy?" He thought. "I'm naked!" Hakeem looked up to see his foremen, Grady Samuels, AKA "Big Dawg". When Big Dawg saw Hakeem, naked, on his knees, on the floor, his jaw dropped! "What the..." Big Dawg began. "Get in here and shut the door!" Mr. Rockland said brusquely. Big Dawg quickly closed the door as he stepped inside. "What's going on?" Big Dawg asked. "This young man was late, again." Mr. Rockland said. "He should be fired but, I'm giving him a chance to earn his job back." At this point, Hakeem was beyond embarrassed. He was utterly humiliated. There was no way he was gonna live this one down; Big Dawg would make sure of that. Hakeem looked up. As soon as he did, there was a flash of light. At that moment, he knew Big Daw had taken his picture. "I wonder what that pictures is gonna cost me?" Hakeem thought. "Probably what's left of my dignity." He just shook his head and continued to shake his ass as Mr. Rockland smacked it hard. "I think he likes that!" Big Dawg exclaimed. He pointed to my dick, which was rock hard! "Why is your dick hard, dude?" Big Dawg asked. "Are you gay?" "No!" Hakeem replied. "I can't be gay!" As far as he knew, he wasn't gay. "Then, why is your dick so hard?" Big Dawg asked. At the moment, Hakeem had no answers for the man. "Stand up!" Big Dawg barked. Hakeem immediately stood up. Then Big Dawg reached out and stroked Hakeem's hard dick. "Mmmm." Hakeem moaned. "That feels so good!" "Yep, he's gay." Mr. Rockland said. "Or, at least, bisexual." "May I kiss him?" Big Dawg asked Mr. Rockland. "I mean, just to see what's really good?" "Sure, why not." Mr. Rockland said as he slid his pants down around his ankles. Hakeem got aroused by the bulge in Mr. Rockland's boxer briefs. Big Dawg cleared his throat, turning Hakeem's attention back to him. Hakeem couldn't help licking his lips. "You like what you see?" Big Dawg asked as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Underneath, Big Dawg was wearing a red jockstrap. Hakeem had to admit, the man looked hot in that jockstrap. "What am I say?" Hakeem questioned. "I'm straight, aren't I?" He looked at the bulge in Big Dawg's jockstrap. "You wanna see it, don't you?" Big Dawg asked Hakeem. Hakeem just shook his head. "Say it. Say you wanna see my dick." "I wanna see your dick...please!" Hakeem begged. Big Dawg grinned when he heard Hakeem beg. "I like it when they beg." Big Dawg said with a grin. He was about to take it out when he just paused. "Naw, man... You take it out!" Hakeem looked at Big Dawg. "You want it, come get it!" Big Dawg said. So, Hakeem crawled over to Big Dawg and, gently pulled Big Dawg's dick out. Hakeem licked his lips. "It's big, isn't it?" Bigger than I thought." Hakeem said. "Why don't you put it in your mouth." Big Dawg suggested. Hakeem was able to get most of Big Dawg's ten inch dick into his mouth. "Now, suck on that dick!" As Hakeem was sucking Big Dawg's big, thick dick, Mr. Rockland was getting a real good look at Hakeem's fat ass. "Damn, Boy!" He said. "You a real fat ass. Just then, Big Dawg reached over and slapped Hakeem's ass cheeks hard. "Mmmm." Hakeem moaned as he sucked Big Dawg's dick. Then Big Dawg grabbed a handful of Hakeem's ass cheeks in each hand and squeezed them roughly. "Spread them ass cheeks." Mr. Rockland said. "Let me see what's inside!" Big Dawg spread Hakeem's ass cheeks wide apart, and Mr. Rockland grinned from ear to ear. "Now, that's a hole!" Mr. Rockland stroked his dick as he watched the two men. Big Dawg smiled at Mr. Rockland stroking his dick. "Shake that ass, Hakeem!" Big Dawg said. Hakeem shook his ass. As he did this, Big Dawg slapped his ass again. This time, he slapped that ass harder, leaving his handprints on Hakeem's backside. "Do you like it when I spank his naughty ass, Mr. Rockland?" "Y-y-yes, I do!" Mr. Rockland said excitedly. "Are you gonna fuck him?" "Only if you want me to." Big Dawg said. Mr. Rockland was giddy with excitement. He could barely keep it together. He grinned and said, "I do! I do!" Hakeem had to admit, he couldn't wait to be fucked by Big Dawg, either. "It may hurt like the devil but," He thought to himself. "It's a pain I'm willing to endure to have that big sausage up my ass!" Big Dawg dragged Hakeem over to Mr. Rockland's desk. Then he made him bend over the desk. "Now, spread them cheeks." Big Dawg said, slapping Hakeem's ass. Hakeem spread his ass cheeks wide apart. "Look at that pretty hole!" Big Dawg put his middle and pointer fingers up his ass. Hakeem grimaced as Big Dawg shoved his fingers in and out of his hole. "This ass is so tight!" Big Dawg looked over at Mr. Rockland, who looked jealous. "You want some of this dick, don't you?" Mr. Rockland eagerly shook his head. "Then, get into position like Hakeem is over here." Mr. Rockland bent over his desk next to Hakeem. When Mr. Rockland was bent over, Big Dawg slapped his ass repeatedly! Hakeem expected Mr. Rockland to be furious but, he was not. As a matter of fact, Mr. Rockland moaned with pleasure with every slap on his ass! "I wonder what they've been up to?" Hakeem thought. "I must be the luckiest man in the world." Big Dawg said. "I got two of the fattest asses to fuck today! Hakeem turned his head slightly and saw Big Dawg slid three fingers up Mr. Rockland's asshole. Mr. Rockland's ass lips closed tightly around Big Dawg's fingers. "Good! Your ass is tight, just how I like it." "And it's all yours." Mr. Rockland said breathlessly. Big Dawg shoved his dick up Mr. Rockland's ass and said, "I know." As Big Dawg fucked Mr. Rockland nice and slow, he slid two fingers up Hakeem's tight hole. Hakeem gritted his teeth as Big Dawg slid his fingers in and out of his hole. "Damn, Hakeem! This ass is so damn tight!" He said. "Tighter than my wife's pussy!" It took some time but, eventually, Big Dawg was able to slide both fingers up Hakeem's ass easily. Hakeem moaned loudly. Big Dawg grabbed Hakeem by his hair and yanked him to him, so they were face to face. Then Big Dawg kissed him gently on the mouth. At that moment, Hakeem was so hot! As Big Dawg fingered Hakeem's hole, he fucked Mr. Rockland like a maniac. "Oooh, shit!" Mr. Rockland moaned. "Fuck my hole!" "You like it nasty, don't you, Mr. Rockland?" Big Dawg asked. "Yesss!" Mr. Rockland moaned. "Of course, you do," Big Dawg said. "You nasty ho!" "Yes, I'm a nasty ho!" Mr. Rockland said. Hakeem was shocked! He had never heard anyone talk to Mr. Rockland the way Big Dawg was talking to him now. Big Dawg saw the shocked look on Hakeem's face. "Hey, Hakeem. Why don't you kiss Mr. Rockland... on the lips." He said. Hakeem looked at Big Dawg like he was crazy. "Do it!" Mr. Rockland said. So, Hakeem kissed Mr. Rockland on the lips. Something happened as they kissed. Hakeem was getting turned on. He could feel his dick starting to stir. "You liked that kiss, hunh, man?" Big Dawg asked. "Yea." Hakeem said shyly. He had never kissed a dude before, and it felt real good. Then Hakeem felt Big Dawg's big, meaty hand all over his ass. "Mmmm." Hakeem moaned. "Big Dawg's hand feels so good all over my ass." Hakeem thought with a grin. While Big Dawg had his hand all over Hakeem's ass, he continued to fuck Mr. Rockland real good. "OH FUCK! JESUS CHRIST!" Mr. Rockland hollered. "MY ASS!" Big Dawg fucked him harder and faster. "OOOH, DADDY!" Hakeem looked at Mr. Rockland in shock. "Did my boss just call another man daddy?" The things you hear when men are hot and horny. Wow! Hakeem watched as Big Dawg fucked the hell out of Mr. Rockland. "Oooh, Daddy, fuck me!" Mr. Rockland cried out. "Give me that good dick!" Then Hakeem felt Big Dawg's two thick fingers up his ass. "Mmmm!" Hakeem moaned. "Oooh, shit!" "Back that ass up!" Big Dawg commanded. That's right, Big Dawg commanded Hakeem.... And Hakeem dutifully followed that command! Hakeem backed his ass up on Big Dawg's dick. "FUCK!" Hakeem thought. "Big Dawg's dick is gonna tear me apart! Fuck!" Big Dawg rode Hakeem's ass like it was the last piece of fine ass he was ever gonna get. "Oooh, God!" Then Mr. Rockland turned Hakeem's face in his direction. Next thing Hakeem knew, Mr. Rockland smeared cum all over his face! "Keep my cum on your face until you get off work!" Mr. Rockland demanded. Hakeem was furious but, what could he do? He desperately needed this job! So, he left the cum right where it was as Big Dawg continued to fuck him down. Then, Suddenly, Big Dawg started fucking him down like a wild man, piston fucking his hole deep. Hakeem could feel his hole being split wide open. "AAARRRGGGGHHH!" He cried out. "MY ASS!" SMACK! "Hush, boy!" Big Dawg said as he slapped Hakeem's ass hard. Mr. Rockland looked on, his eyes full of jealous rage. Big Dawg saw the rage in his eyes and reached over and slapped him across his face. "Chill out!" He barked. "You're next!" Hakeem was straight, wasn't he? "Oo, then why am I getting turned on by the way Big Dawg is fuck me down?" Hakeem asked himself. He didn't know the answer to that particular question. What he did know was that he didn't want Big Dawg to stop. "Fuck me deep, Big Dawg!" He moaned like a bitch. "Fuck me!" Big Dawg pummeled his hole. "I knew you liked getting broke off!" OH, MY GODDD!" Hakeem squealed like a girl. At this point, Hakeem's dick was rock hard, and he was sweating like he was running a marathon. He grabbed his dick and stroked it, slowly. Big Dawg slapped Hakeem's hand from his own dick and said, "Don't touch that dick unless I say so!" If Hakeem didn't cum soon, he thought he'd lose his mind! Big Dawg pulled his dick out Hakeem's ass. Hakeem looked back at him. Then Big Dawg gave him a spanking with his bare hands. Mr. Rockland held him down as Big Dawg whooped that ass! Big Dawg went from ass cheek to ass cheek, spanking Hakeem like he stole something. "I ain't been spanked this much since I was a fucking kid!" Hakeem thought to himself. "This is hot ass fuck!" When it was finally over, Hakeem's ass felt like it was on fire! Big Dawg touched his ass, and he jumped several miles straight up! "Now, go wait outside while I finish up here!" Big Dawg commanded. Hakeem reached for his clothes. "Without your clothes!" Hakeem looked at Mr. Rockland. "You heard the man." Mr. Rockland said. Hakeem sighed deeply. Then he marched himself outside the little trailer Mr. Rockland used as an office on the job site. "This is humiliating!" Hakeem thought as he began to wait. Then he heard the construction workers on the site whistling at him. He just grinned sheepishly. It seemed like it took forever but, finally, Big Dawg stepped out of the office. He was only wearing a black jockstrap. "Have you cum, yet?" Big Dawg asked. "No!" Hakeem barked. Instantly he realized who he was barking at. "Um, I, uh, I'm sorry." Hakeem looked pitiful. "Please let me cum, sir." Big Dawg got down on his knees and said, "Yes, you can cum.... In my mouth!" Hakeem asked no questions. He furiously stroked his dick. He could feel the cum bubbling in his balls. "Come on, man!" Big Dawg urged. "Come for me!" Hakeem's breathing became more labored and intense as he stroked his dick faster and faster. "Fuck! Jesus! SHIT! GODDAMN!" Hakeem swore like a sailor on shore leave. Then, suddenly, his body got rigid. "I'M CUMMIN!" Seconds later, his first load (of many) came rushing out of him, into Big Dawg's awaiting mouth! When he was finally empty, Hakeem nearly collapsed, passing out. When he came to, he noticed that he was in Big Dawg's office, in another trailer. He felt something wet on his dick. When he looked down, he was shocked to see Big Dawg sucking his dick. Big Dawg looked up at him and said, "It's about time you woke up. I want you to fuck me like you fucked your wife last night." "You sure you want that?" Hakeem asked with a grin. "I banged the shit out of her last night." "And I want you to tie me to the tree outside. Let the men fuck me like they've always wanted to." "Okay." Hakeem said. "On your hands and knees. I'mma fuck you like a dog!" When Big Dawg got down on his hands and knees, he knew he was in trouble! The End
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-view-from-down-here	Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2024 16:30:15 +0000 From: werty238 Subject: The View from Down Here Note to Reader: This is a retelling of The Dominate Man's Burden (posted on 6/19/24), but from the point-of-view of the sub in that story, Number 1. I appreciate the fan who suggested this idea. "Get over here, faggot. I need my favorite chair." "Yes, sir." I slip in my Master's desk chair. I lay face up with my head and chest on the seat. My lower half slips through the back of the chair where there's a support to rest my bottom and legs. I stick my hands out and ready them to hold my Master's drinks. He sits down full weight on my chest. Oof is he heavy. I love the feeling of his weight on me. It makes me feel completely under his control. He's so powerful. I feel safe here. This is where I belong. My deep blue eyes stare up at him in awe. I'm much smaller than he is. I'm 5'5 and about 150 lbs. He can easily pick me up and throw me around, and he does sometimes. I'm not fit. I don't work out. Master prefers me to be wimpy. I'm not muscular, I'm not thin, I'm not overweight. Is that skinny fat? I never quite understood that term. I don't know his exact height and weight. He never told me and I never asked. But he's a big man. He towers over me. He's tall, muscular, and strong. His big beautiful cock and balls are on my face. They taste so good. And he smells so good. He didn't shower after his workout. He knows I love that. He's so good to me. My little cock is already leaking and pressing hard against its small metal cage. He puts full glasses of water in each of my hands. "Don't spill a drop, boy." "Yes, sir." His commands mean everything to me. I don't want to spill a bit of his water. I want to show him what a good boy I am. I love being helpful to him. Master's seat cushion, Master's ball licker, Master's cup holder, I'm so proud to have these titles. They mean far more to mean than anything else I've accomplished in this life. What are my feelings towards my master? It's definitely not romantic love in any way that I've ever experienced. It's more than that. It's bigger than mere love. I worship him. I'm fascinated by him. I'm entranced by him. He's a god to me. I want him to have everything. I want nothing more than to please him. I would pay any price to give him just one moment of pleasure. Imagine if a god noticed a worm and made that worm his plaything. That worm would be dumbfounded by its good fortune. "How the hell did I get noticed by a god?," it might think. Well, that's how I feel towards my master. I'm so unworthy of him. To be spat on by him just once in my life is far more attention from him than I deserve. "Open your mouth as wide as you can, boy." He sticks his hand down my throat until I start to choke and gag. I don't spill a drop of his water. I'm a good boy. "God dammit, boy. You made a mess on my hand." "Sorry, sir." I'm so disgusting and shameful. How could I make such a mess on my Master's hand? Thank goodness my face is here for him to use to wipe his hand off with. Finally my worthless face has some value. My master is 26 and I'm 36. We met four years ago. Most assume the older is the dominant one in a relationship. But age is not the determining factor of dominance. Regardless of our ages, he is a man and I'm a boy at best. Sure, I have some life experience he doesn't have and I know some things he doesn't know. However, he's so much better, smarter, and stronger than me in every way that matters. I recognized this very soon after meeting him, and submitted completely to his will. He approached me online first. He noticed a slutty picture I had posted of my ass. I have a juicy one. It's this feature of mine that often gets the attention of horny men. "Nice ass. Would love to use it sometime." That's all it took. He owned me at that moment. He knew exactly what to say. He always knows exactly what to say to me. It also didn't hurt that he included a picture of his enormous penis. I was drawn to it like a moth to flame. I'm short, smooth, and have a baby face. I'm usually mistaken for younger. I can't really grow facial hair. After a week of not shaving I would have the most pathetic and wispy mustache/goatee you've ever seen. I have practically no body hair. I'm completely smooth on my chest, stomach, back, and ass. My legs are quite feminine. They have some hair on them. If I shaved them they would look like the legs of a beautiful woman. My master guessed I was about 24. I was flattered, but told him my real age, and he asked: "How would you feel to have a younger Dom?" "I would love it, Sir. How would you feel to have an older sub?" "It's pathetic for an older male to submit to a younger man in such a way. And for me the more pathetic the hotter." I've always wanted this type of arrangement. Until I met him, I never met a real Dom before. I met a few fake Doms that bored the shit out of me. I had mostly dated weak males. Some of them I loved. None of them I respected. In reality, I dominated them in conniving, manipulative, and underhanded ways. I was always playing games with guys back then. My master put an end to that behavior. It was clear who was the boss from the start, and it was such a relief that it wasn't me. He doesn't tolerate my games. He tamed me quickly and stopped my nonsense. I wouldn't dream of playing games with him now. I'm naturally talkative. It's an annoying habit. I tried to talk to him a lot early on about anything and everything. He's a master of many things, including ignoring me. He only listens to me when I say something that interests him. Otherwise he tunes me out completely. I love that about him. He expertly puts me in my place with both attention and neglect in appropriate measure. He leads our conversations now, just as he leads everything. And I always follow where he leads. I came to realize that my talkativeness was a symptom of anxiety. I feel less anxious around him. As a result I don't feel the need to constantly talk. I'm more at peace now. Being under his complete control relaxes me. I don't have problems with anxiety anymore. These days I try to only speak when spoken to, unless I have urgent information I feel he needs to know. His every word is perfectly crafted to mindfuck me in all the best ways. From day one his words flipped a switch in my brain and I instantly became his willing servant. He deserves everything he wants. And it's my job to help him get it. My mind, body, and soul are his to do with as he wishes. Why am I like this? Why am I so submissive? I don't know. Some subs have daddy issues. I've always had a great relationship with my father. So, that doesn't explain it for me. I asked him once, "what does it say about me that I'm willing to submit to you so completely?" "It says you're a faggot," he said. That instantly put my mind at ease about the whole matter. What some may interpret as an insult, I interpreted as him saying "Don't think about it so much. Just accept what you are and move on." So, I did. I do know that from my earliest sexual thoughts I longed to be used and abused by powerful men. I wanted the football players in high school to not just bully me but to use me for their sexual gratification too. They only did the first part and that's why I hated them. He smacks my balls roughly a few times. Oh it hurts. But I love any pain he gives me. And I didn't spill any water. "Good boy." I can feel myself blushing. I love when he calls me that. Master has never crossed my boundaries. I told him from the start: no scat, no blood. He said I was lucky as he wasn't into that either. I discovered early on a discomfort with the piss drinking. I really wanted to do it, and I never refused to do it, because he loves that service. It wasn't the taste that bothered me. It doesn't really have much taste: warm, a little salty, a little bitter aftertaste. My problem was I still had too much pride. I thought I was too good to be a urinal. Master used a number of techniques to mentally condition me, which helped me understand what an honor it is to be his piss drinker. One day he announced: "you're not yet good enough to drink my piss. Privileges must be earned."That upset me greatly. Suddenly I felt a strong desire to prove to him how worthy I was of that honor. To earn the privilege he made me drink the piss from his then best sub. I had to do that every day for weeks. He watched and laughed as it dribbled through that sub's cage and into my mouth. And that sub would talk down to me, as if I was its sub. It was almost too much for me to bear. I love the insults of my master, but this thing? How dare it talk to me like that. I hated everything about this. It was so revolting to drink the piss of a low status male. But I had to do a good job of it. I had to appear to enjoy it so that one day I would be rewarded with Master's piss. I suppressed my contempt and revulsion. I obeyed. I was a good boy. And I earned the honor to drink my master's piss. Hardly a day has gone by since then that I haven't served him in that way. I don't know what happened to that sub. One day it left. And we haven't seen it again. I know that my Master was heartbroken when that happened. And anything that makes him sad makes me sad too. It was his best boy. From that point on I worked even harder to please my master. To fill the void left by his best boy's absence. I swore to be the most obedient and obsequious servant my Master had ever known. Soon after I entered my Master's service he demanded chastity. He wanted to put a cage on my cock and for me to give him control of my orgasms. The thought of it excited me immediately, but I was a little hesitant. After about a day of consideration, I agreed wholeheartedly. I realized it was a perfectly reasonable request as this would make sex completely about him, as it should be. If the possibility of an orgasm was removed for me, then I could fully concentrate on pleasing him. And all I really want is to please him. The only orgasm I need to enjoy sex is his. My orgasm is an unhelpful distraction. He told me to order a cock cage. The extra small size is what was recommended for my pencil dick. My cock is a little over 5 inches fully erect, about average length for my size. But it's very thin. Not girthy at all. It's cute, dainty, and decorative. It's not a man's penis. Chastity was challenging at first, but I'm used to it now. And actually I prefer it. I've noticed that it's made me far more controllable and open to suggestions. I'm much more my master's willing servant when I'm horny. Orgasms make me think about myself. I don't want to think about myself. I want to only be thinking of him and his pleasure. "Open your mouth, boy." I open wide and he grabs a handful of my light brown hair. Master has a desired hair length. Not too long, but long enough for him to grab a handful when needed. I keep my hair exactly as he requires. He pulls my head up to his crotch and inserts his penis into my mouth and starts pissing. I can't believe I used to think I was too good for this. Now I understand I'm so fortunate to be allowed to drink it. I'm very good at piss drinking now. I gulp it down quickly to prevent any spillage. Master hates a mess. "Hold the last bit of piss in your mouth boy and don't swallow it yet." He writes something on my forehead. "Open your mouth so I can see that piss." He's taking a picture. I bet he's going to post this online somewhere. This will get a lot of attention from the faggots. He's so smart. He'll probably get some new subs out of this. "You may drink the rest now, boy." I gulp it all down. "Thank you, sir." I always thank him for his gifts. And his piss is one of the most precious he can give. Second only to his cum. I remember the day my master made his proposal for me to become his live-in slave. I agreed immediately. It's all I ever wanted. He told me to keep my job, and to serve him when not working or sleeping. I hate working and sleeping. Of course I know I have to sleep. But I hate every moment I'm not doing something for him. I'm only truly alive when he's using me. I knew I could not offer him the full-time service he deserves while still having a job. I offered to quit so I could devote more time to him. But he refused that offer. He's smarter than me. He protects me from myself. He sees potential downsides for me from what I'm willing to do for him and he doesn't let me do it. I would give him all my wealth and possessions. I'd turn over my salary to him. All he needs to do is say the words. But he doesn't want it. He wants me to continue to earn money and keep my wealth separate from his in the event that our relationship ends and I have to be on my own. He doesn't want me destitute should some calamity befall us. He's not only a great man, he's a decent man. Far more decent than I. I have no innate morality, only that which my Master orders me to have. It's a good thing for this world that my Master is a better person than I, and doesn't use me for truly nefarious purposes. Because I will do as he commands without question or hesitation. In bondage to him he set me free and gave me the only life I ever wanted. I owe him everything. His will is the guiding force of my life. After about a year of our arrangement he said to me: "You are a failure, boy. You're not available 24/7 and I have to do things for myself sometimes. You know I deserve to be serviced whenever I want. And since you have failed to provide that, you must find a solution by the end of this week." I know he knew what the solution was. And I know he's playing a game with me to make me come up with it. He doesn't play my games, but I happily play his. A few days later while massaging his feet I said: "Sir, I believe I have a solution to address my failures. You should bring in at least two additional slaves to live here. They should also have jobs so they can contribute to household expenses. But make sure that the three of us have different work schedules. We'll create a rotation where each one of us is personally available to you eight hours a day. Thus ensuring you are never without service. Each slave will have ten hours a day for work, including commute time, etc. And six hours for sleeping. One or two substitute slaves should be trained as substitutes to fill in when a primary one is sick or has a day off. These substitutes should be required to pay rent for the room and board they receive on the days they are here. As, unlike the permanent slaves, they would not regularly contribute to the household expenses." He responded with several additional requirements. One of which was that I was responsible for training the other slaves in the non sexual services they would provide. I would be responsible for their fuckups and therefore could discipline them when needed as long as I had no physical contact with them. I detest these subs. They disgust me. Master is everything, I am nothing, and these creatures rank lower than me which makes them less than nothing. The thought of touching them is revolting to me. I would only do it if my Master ordered me to. I'm not jealous of them. Like any great man, my master has an endless appetite for sexual partners. And he's entitled to anything he wants. I hate them because they are unworthy of him. They don't appreciate the great honor that has been bestowed upon them. I caught one of them eating food intended for my Master. I'm very strict about household inventory. There are foods, washing supplies, dishware, etc. that are for Master's use only. The idea that a slave is worthy of eating the same foods as my Master is outrageous. Our food is of lower quality than his, befitting of our status. Everything is clearly marked. This creature knew it was doing wrong, and thought it could get away with it. I put it on food and water rations for a week. It soon learned to appreciate the foods available for it to consume. I was reviewing Master's video cameras and noticed that the other one dozed off while working the night shift. Master didn't notice as he was asleep. But that is outrageous. A slave must be awake at all times when on their shift with the Master, even if he is sleeping. What if he woke up and needed to piss, needed a drink, or wanted his dick sucked? He shouldn't have to waste time waking up a slave. They should be instantly available at the moment of need. I made it sleep on the cold hard floor for a week. No blanket, no pillow, no nothing. They accept my punishments because they know that if they complain to my Master, he will have far worse punishments in store for them. Everything I do is with his complete knowledge and approval. I wouldn't dream of doing anything without his full knowledge and approval. It looks like my Master is finishing his work. He puts his hands around my neck and chokes with all his strength. It feels so good. If I were to die right now I would have no regrets of how I have lived my life. If he decides that I'm no longer useful to him, then I'd rather not be alive anyhow. I just hope I don't spill his water. "You disobedient little shit. I told you not to spill my water." He slaps me hard across the face. "I'm so sorry sir. Please forgive me." I feel so awful. I disobeyed his order. I never want to disobey him. He puts his penis in my mouth and grabs two handfuls of my hair. He pulls my head forward and thrusts his penis into my mouth. I'm so happy to be useful to him. I love choking on his giant cock. So glad he didn't choke me out earlier as this is really the way I'd want to go. He cums a giant load in my mouth. It's so delicious. Piss and cum! I truly am being honored today. "Every drop, boy." Of course, I wouldn't dream of wasting a bit of it. Oh no, he's getting up. I miss his weight being pressed against me. I miss his dick in my mouth. "Stop lying around you lazy shit. Get on all fours and lick up the water you spilled." "Yes sir." Damn, what was I thinking? I was daydreaming about him and forgot about this mess I made. Let me lick that up as he commanded. I feel a sharp pain in my balls and collapse on the ground. I cum a big oozing mess. I just realized that he kicked me. This must really be my lucky day. I haven't earned an orgasm in months. He's so good to me. I'm proud he thinks I'm worthy of these honors. "Thank you, sir." I have a tear in my eye. But not from the pain. I'm touched by how much he cares about me. He's really made this a special day for me. "You're welcome. Now pull yourself together. Lick up the rest of this water and the mess you made. Once you're done, make my lunch. I'm starving. I'll be waiting in the living room." "Yes, sir. I love my life. Thank you for reading. Please consider donating to Nifty here: https://donate.nifty.org/. It's a fantastic resource for the LGBT community that deserves your support.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/submissive-grindr-boys	Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2024 18:46:58 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: Submissive Grindr boys Submissive Grindr boys (Gay, authoritarian.) By Chaim [email protected] (Gay, authoritarian.) Thanks a lot for all the hard work of the Nifty archivists. Nifty is a free website, so if you enjoy the content here, please consider making a donation. I felt like a hunter this vacation. Most boys on Grindr here had a submissive streak. It just took me to push the right button to activate it. This morning I hooked up a submissive teen on Grindr. I gave him my room number and waited for him in my hotel room fisting my hard cock. The kid stood there in awe looking at my muscled body. Well, I'm used to that, but somehow this one was different. The kid's eyes were sex-gazed staring at my cock. He knew I was dominant and in control. He was here only for my pleasure. The kid admired the strength and power of me and I always like to be admired by young guys. I smiled and said, "Hurry up, undress!" He got out of his clothes and I watched my every move while I stroked my dripping cock. I love to order my boys around and degrade them. He stood naked in front of me. "Turn around," I ordered and he turned, presenting me with his backside. I looked at his young white ass and said, "I'm in the mood to fuck this morning. See, I'm a guy in search of a willing boy-pussy. If you don't want that, you can leave." He smiled and said, "I'm willing," and moved closer. "You're sure?" I asked. The kid only nodded. "I saw you checking me out in on the beach getting a boner." He blushed and I reached down and moved my hands behind him, placing them on his firm ass. I heard him groan softly. "I love when a man grabs my ass," he whispered. "It's a beautiful ass." He smiled now, and asked, "You like it, sir?" I squeezed his ass in reply, loving the feel of it in my hands. "Yeah, I love your sexy ass, I'm going to fuck you. You wanna be fucked don't you" He sighed, "Oh god yes. Yes I'd love to be fucked. I'm so looking forward to it." I was holding my cock in my hand for him. He glanced downward and licked his lips. I was slowly working my cock, getting it harder and bigger, his mouth opened as he stared in awe at its expanding size. "You like my big cock, don't you?" I asked and he could hardly respond. He was so excited and mumbled, "Yes. I love it." I turned my fuck tool toward him. "Would you like to touch it?" I asked "Oh god yes I would," he replied even more excited than before. He felt it, looked at it, seeming very pleased. He gave me a long, slow stroke, his fingers were so fucking sensual, they fondled me, practically pulling my pre-cum out of my slit. He cupped my balls, studying carefully what he was doing and my reaction before he moved his fingertips back up to my cock. He stroked my cock, open-handed, up and down a few more times. I reached out and saw the pleasure reflected in his face as I touched and fondled his cute little ass. "You like that, don't you?" and he replied, "Yes, yes, very much." I touched his tiny pucker, "You want to take my man cock up your cute little ass?" I asked, "Oh yes. I love being fucked up the ass." I asked, "You want to be my little bitch?" I asked. "Yes, Sir. I'll be you're willing bitch. Oh my god I'd love to be you're bitch!" he replied with excitement and enthusiasm as I continued to stroke and squeeze his ass. He was losing it, really loosing it. I started talking dirty to him, telling him, "I will use your ass as my cumdump, baby. I want to plant my man load in your nice tight boy-pussy." The teen was getting hotter and greedier and his breathing became ragged. He almost threw himself at me and begged, "I am so ready, Sir. I want you to fuck me!" I pulled him up and bent the teen over the back of the armchair in the middle of the hotel room. The teen's hungry butt was up in the air and his white ass cheeks slightly opened. I pulled him to me and pushed his tight ass cheeks apart shoving a finger into his tight puckered boy-pussy, and finger-fucked him. The boy's ass lips tightened around my finger. "Damn boy, when was the last time you got fucked? Your asshole is so fucking tight!" He cried out, "Shit man!" Soon, my entire finger was going in and out of his butt. "Oh man! Fuck!" he screamed. I reached out for a tube of lubricant and applied some to my first two fingers, and spread some all over his tiny puckered asshole. I fingered his pucker until his asshole relaxed and I stuck a couple of fingers into his asshole. "Oh, shit man! I'm being stretched apart!" In out in out in out! "Boy, you ain't been stretched, yet," I warned him, "wait till my cock gets up in you." I took my fingers out and swatted him, hard! I put my fingers back into him and started feeling around on his hard prostate gland. "You like that, boy?" He said just audibly. "Oh yes, Sir!" He sighed, relaxed and gave me full access to his hole. I fingerfucked the boy for a while and asked him, "You want my cock, boy?" Tears gathered in his eyes and nodded, "Yes Sir, yes! Please fuck my ass with your cock!" I spread plenty of the lubricant all over my throbbing cock and placed one hand on the small of his back to hold him down. "You have to relax your asshole, boy or this is going to hurt. You will eventually learn to enjoy the feeling of my cock in your ass." As soon as he started to beg me to be fucked I pressed my cock-head against his exposed boy-pussy. "You'll love this." I leaned into his back, pressing my rigid dick into his tight tiny pucker until it popped open and to let me inside. The look on his face was one of pure pain and total pleasure. "Please fuck me," he whispered. After going as slowly as I could, I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him the way I wanted to, deep and hard. "You love it, don't you boy? You can't get enough of my cock up your ass, can you? You're gonna get all you can handle." I kept talking, calling him my new fuck toy, my bitch and a slut. He was in ecstasy and I fucked his tight ass relentlessly. Every time I pounded him, he let out a soft, long moan. Soon I was long-dicking him in the most brutal way possible. My cock coming almost completely out of his asshole each time, until only the tip of the head remained inside, and rushing savagely back in, at a brutal full speed, deep all the way in, over and over. The teen screamed quite loudly, but after a while he seemed unable to scream any more. "You like this, don't you boy?" I asked, he did not respond, he couldn't. It did not matter, I did not care about his feelings. In that moment I was lost in the raw fuck I was giving him. The teen was no virgin, his hungry hole was pulling my cock deeper inside with his ass muscles. He used his tight hole and ass muscles to milk my cock. I groaned, "Oh fuck boy. Keep doing that, boy. Your ass is magic," and I bottomed out in his boy-pussy. Finally, I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him the way I wanted to. Rough, deep and hard. "Gonna really pound you now, boy. Gonna breed your tight ass. Take it!" I drove my hard dick into him the teen began to scream for more. I continued my onslaught on his tender ass, showing no mercy. "Take it, you little slut! I'm gonna breed you, gonna knock you up." I loved this and told him, "Such a hot little ass. Your hole was made for my cock!" I fucked his ass deep as I savored the sensation of his silky fuck-tunnel gripping my cock. I started a steady fuck-rhythm as he started rocking me back and forth on my cock. I grunted in satisfaction and yelled at him, "Oh fuck. I'm gonna tear your ass up, boy." I raced towards my orgasm, and felt my cum boiling in my balls. "Here it comes, bitch!" I grabbed his hips and planted a really thick creamy gob of cum deep in his warm guts. I pulled my cock out of his just well fucked, cum-slicked hole an slapped his ass, "You were a great fuck, go home." No strings attached, no kisses or tender moments. A healthy fuck in the morning brightens your day and I loved the beach, and its endless possibilities here. After the kid left I spent some time at the swimming pool, checking out the young guys as they strutted around. I went for a swim and to the gym. I'd just ended my workout and my hair was still wet with sweat as I stopped by the Tropical bar at the edge of the swimming pool. I just stood by the entrance for a couple minutes. Wasn't much of interest this time of the afternoon, but it only takes one, and that one was a cute thing at the end of the bar. The boy looked European and sixteen but that was fine with me. I love young teens, the teen this morning had been eighteen. This blonde one looked cute en innocent, maybe not even broke in yet. The boy noticed I was looking at him. He stood up and began to walk around. He really moved with remarkable grace, his tiny red Speedo hung well below his hips and clung to his behind like a second skin. He stopped close to me and I asked friendly, "You're here with your family?" He smiled, "No, sir. I travel with a friend." He looked at me, kept looking, so I gave him a slight toss of the head in a come with me motion, and went back out to the pool. He was there in about seconds. I stood there against the wall of the dressing room and simply grabbed his butt and pulled him in, crotch to crotch. He was rock hard and leaned in for a kiss me but I put my hand on his forehead and held his blonde head back. "I'm looking for a boy-pussy, baby," I said as I grabbed a hunk of his blonde hair and held him just inches away from my face and stared into his sparkling blue eyes. "You want to be my pussy boy, baby?" his whole body shuddered and he may have shot in his Speedo. "Oh, shit," he moaned. I let go of his butt and raised my arm, flexing my bicep. "Kiss it!" I ordered. He tried to move his head forward to kiss my bicep but I was holding on to his long blonde hair and he couldn't reach it. I held him there letting him know that I was totally in charge, and then pulled his head in for only a second, allowing him just one kiss on my bicep. "Now lick it," I ordered as I pulled him back in. He immediately started licking my bulging muscle. I let him lap at it for only a couple seconds before I pulled his head back. The boys swimming close by gave us a look, but who gives a fuck. I grabbed his butt once more. "I just get back from the gym," I said, squeezing his ass and holding him in front of my face by his long blonde hair. "I want you to lick the sweat off my body before I fuck you. your pussy ass needs a man, doesn't it boy?" I'd been frowning at him the whole time, letting him know that I was totally serious about it and meant what I said, "You ready for that?" He gasped, "Oh shit, man," as I gave his ass a slap and then a squeezed his butt. "Oh man, yes!" I laughed, "Spit it out, boy," I growled at him. "I'm ready to put that tongue of yours to work?" He panted but answered, "Oh shit. Yeah. Oh, yeah!" I crammed my hand down inside his tight Speedo grabbing hold of his bare ass and started pulling him to my room. "I'm Jan," he said. "No you're not" I said, "You're my boy now." He gushed, "Oh shit, man, Oh Sir." I grinned, "Tell me your name is. Say it" I demanded. "Jesus man, my name is Boy." As boy reached down to grab his dick I pulled my hand out of his Speedo. "Don't touch your dick, boy!" I growled, jerking both of his hands behind him and snapped on the cuffs that hung at my belt. "Oh shit," he moaned and there was no question he was cumming in his Speedo. Yes, this little fucker was cumming already in his Speedo without touching himself! He'd probably cum a couple more times before the afternoon was over, but I didn't give a damn as long as he kept his hands away from his dick and concentrated on my lust and pleasure. "You and me gonna get along just fine, boy" I said, finally giving him a smile and giving his butt a squeeze. Arriving at the elevator, I lifted him bodily off his feet and pushed him inside. I tumbled down but I made him standing, and got in behind him pressing my roaring hard-on into his cuffed hands. "Grab on," I ordered, "feel what you get very soon inside your bum, baby." He did and I said, "Bit of a slut, eh?" I asked. "I guess so," he replied with a trembling voice. I like them young, willing and submissive and he was just that. We'd barely gone up before I stuck a couple fingers in his mouth. "Show me how you can suck, boy," I whispered in his ear. "Oh shit," he groaned and his whole body quivered again. Oh yeah, he was a hot one. He sucked like crazy on my fingers as I fucked them in and out of his mouth. With his hands cuffed behind his back, he kept them busy playing with my cock, keeping me hard all the way to my apartment. "That's it, pussy, keep playing with my cock," I said into his ear as we stood at my door. Now he really was groping my member as best he could with his cuffed hands through my shorts. Grabbing a hunk of his blonde hair I twisted his head around and latched onto his lips with mine. I'd developed a lot of spit which I pushed into his mouth and started French kissing him. "Oh man," he groaned softly, "Oh man." He sure knew how to make sounds of pleasure. "Yeah, boy. Swallow my spit." He groaned again and gulped. Pulling his head back just a couple inches from mine, I deliberately spit another wad into his mouth. "Oh shit," he mumbled again as he swallowed it. I gave him a quick kiss and threw him over my shoulder and carried him up into my hotel room. He was moaning and quivering all the way. Tossing the boy onto the sofa I lay back on the couch, and ordered, "Come here!" I sat up and pulled off my very wet tank top. "On your knees, damn it," I growled as he started to stand up. The boy crawled over to me. Jesus what a cutie, he had most adorable look on his sweet young face. A look of excitement and he couldn't wait to be used. Taking my tank I rubbed it all over his face. "Smell it, boy." He closed his eyes took a good big sniff. Tossing my tank top aside I grabbed a handful of beautiful blond hair and jerked his head back. "Open your mouth, boy," I ordered. I spat a big gob of saliva into his open mouth. "Swish it around, boy, savor it." He did just that. I let him go at it for a few seconds. "Now swallow" I ordered and stared into his eyes. He swallowed and I now saw a look of complete devotion on his face. "Thank me for it, boy." He gasped, "Oh shit, what am I dong?" as his whole body shuttered again. I insisted, "Thank me for it, boy." He surrendered, "Thank you, Sir," he mumbled looking up at me, "Thank you, Sir, showing me the way." Believe me, he truly with worshiped me. Well, I felt my power and kicked on it. "Way to go, baby" I chuckled and gave him a couple friendly slaps to the face. "You and me gonna have a fun." He looked surprised but said "Thank you, Sir!" I ordered, "I want your hands behind your back. Got that?" He bowed his head in submission, "Yes, Sir." I pulled out the key and reached behind him and took off the cuffs. I pushed my bare feet into his face. "Kiss them, boy" I said. He hesitated but gave one foot a kiss. "The other one," I said as I put that foot on his shoulder while he kissed the other one. "Now show me how a slave boy treats his Master's feet. Get your mouth to work." He smiled opened his mouth and his whole body shivered in excitement. He started kissing the soles of my feet. He went at it with a vengeance, so I figured he'd probably been fantasizing about doing this. I grabbed his hair, jerked his head back, and slapped him, this time a little harder. I knew he would like it, and he did, letting out a moan and reaching for his teen dick. "Hands behind your back, you little shit," I growled and slapped him hard. He shuttered in ecstasy and moaned, but he put his hands back behind his back. As I let go of his hair, I put my feet down on the floor. "Back to work, boy" I ordered. He instantly crouched down and started kissing my feet again. "Don't just kiss, baby. Lick! Get them wet and clean," I ordered. I just watched, enjoying him, as he worked his way around both feet. He went up and down and back and forth, around and around, not missing a single inch. When he finally got to my toes, I had him lie flat on his stomach so he could look up at me while he sucked on each one of them. Believe me there is nothing quite like that, having a horny kid while he is humiliating himself by licking your feet. "Okay, boy," I finally said. "Strip those Speedo for me." He got to his feet, turned around and gave me a big sexy smile. He bent down showing me his cute little ass cheeks in his tight Speedo. The little shit knew what to do to turn me on. He was taking advantage of the opportunity to really show off his body. He was a cute and sexy, this just proved it. "Get on with it, boy. Show me what you got." He lowered his Speedo and gradually, inch by inch, began to ease them down over his hips. It was his cute little ass that I saw first. He turned his head to watch me as he pulled the Speedo down over his ass cheeks. I blew him a kiss and he giggled. Bending over and showing me his beautiful white ass, he pulled his Speedo down. Only then did he stand up and turn around. I already guessed that he had a decent sized prick. The kid's dick average, probably six inches or so. Right now his dick was hard as a rock, standing up proudly. "Come here," I ordered and he stepped over to me. I pointed to the floor and his got down on his knees. With one hand on his chin and the other in his hair I pulled him in and started giving him an aggressive kiss. I kept at it for a couple minutes, pulling on his hair, letting him know that I was still in charge. Finally I pulled back, "What do you want, boy? Tell me!" I said and he gave me a questioning look. "You want to lick my ass, suck my cock? What?" He looked startled but quickly answered. "Oh, yes Sir, whatever you want." What a find this kid was. Let me tell you, this kid was a one in a million, a true find. This kid seemed to be a very talented submissive slave boy, eager to please. I lowered my shorts and waved my cock at him. I reached around out pushed his face into my crotch. "Lick the head, boy." He was in heaven, he started to lick my cock-head and suck me, "Do it, bitch. Suck my cock!" I pushed my cock into his mouth and fucked his face. I moved my hands to the side of his face and held his head in place. The tempo of my mouth fucking increased and I ordered, "Blow me, bitch, make rock hard! Yeah baby, I'm gonna give you a hot load of cum in your little boy-pussy." By this point, I had moved well past the entrance of his throat and was fucking his mouth fast and deep. He choked a few times, but I didn't care, he would learn. "That's right, choke on my cock." I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped his face with it a couple of times. "Next time relax your throat, baby." I plunged my cock into his throat again. This time he was ready and my cock moved in and out with little difficulty. I didn't want to cum yet so I stopped him. I pulled my cock out and slapped his face with it. I was horny and ready to fuck, and he was ready too. Holding his blonde hair and I grabbed on to my cock. "Oh, baby, you making me horny, no way I'm going to blow before I get to your boy-pussy." I forced myself to calm down, right now I wanted to split those cute little bum. Pulling him to his feet, I lifted him and lay him down on my bed on his back. I pulled his legs up opening his ass for my assault. He was looking up at me with absolute adoration showing on his face. "How about it, boy? You want your master's cock up your sweet little ass?" He begged me for it, "Oh yes, please fuck me!" Hell, he had to know it was going to hurt, but he wanted it desperately. "Yeah? You want me to take your boy-pussy?" He begged for it again, "Oh yes, Sir. Please, fuck me!" I dripped a big wad of spit down onto his ass crack and rubbed it around before jamming my thumb into him. "O shit," he grunted. If he was going to groan just from my thumb, he had no idea what my cock was going to do to him. I spit again and crammed two fingers into his boy hole. "Oh shit," he groaned again, but I was ready to go. I needed to fuck. I spat onto my hand, rubbed it up and down my cock, took aim at his little pucker, and pushed. Believe me, there is nothing that can withstand my cock when it's hot and ready. I pushed hard, his hole slowly opened up to accommodate my size. He screamed. "Oh man, it hurts!" I laughed at him, "Get used to it, baby. Scream for me!" as I kept pushing. Our lust to fuck was overwhelming. He screamed, he just screamed and screamed at the pain that wracked his body. I didn't care, it was doubtful anybody was around this time of the afternoon, everyone was at the beach. He screamed again as the head of my cock popped into his tight hole. "Please, please," he groaned and started panting fast in huge gasps, trying to lessen the pain. I was sure he didn't want me stop. I sure wasn't about to quit now. No fucking way, I was determined and eager to fuck his brain out. I did stop for a moment, however, giving him a chance to adjust to my cock that had just opened him up. Seconds later I pushed some more. The boy kept groaning, almost yelling so I finally put my hand over his mouth to muffle his helpless screams. He had adjust soon enough, so pulling back an inch, I pushed in again. "Breathe," I said. "Relax baby, enjoy the ride." He was breathing hard and I started moving slowly in and out, and he groaned quietly as the pain surged with each thrust. "You're tight, baby," I groaned and grabbed his hips. I pushed in and out of him, moving faster and faster moving gradually deeper with each thrust. In less than a minute, he cried out, "Oh shit, you you're so huge man!" He looked up at me with pain showing in his face and I gave him a big grin as slowed down. Seeing that look of torment on a boy's face while I was forcing my cock up his little ass made me hotter than hell. Finally, I was there, deep into his ass with all my inches. I just held it there, his screaming changed to moaning. I removed my hand. his moaning turned to a hum. "It hurts. Oh fuck, it hurts." Let me tell you this kid was an absolute treasure. I saw in his face that the pain was excruciating, but he was loving it, he was relishing it. He was the perfect young masochist. "Look at me, baby" I said. "Look at your Master as he fucks you." He looked up but was still showing pain in his face. "Tell me you like it, baby." I said. "Oh, shit yeah, Sir. I love it, fuck me!" he groaned. I reached down and slapped his face. "Oh shit, boy. Tell your Master you love this." I crooned and slapped him again. "Oh yes, I love it!" he gasped and damned if he didn't start to shoot. "Oh Sir. Oh man, I'm cumming." I laughed, "You little slut," I laughed and slapped him once more and started really ramming my cock into him. He was still in the throes of his orgasm but I didn't give a fuck. My only interest was that tight ass and the growing feeling building up in my balls. "Oh, Sir. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me hard!" The little shit was not only loving the pain, he wanted more, so I slapped him again, this time hard, "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you hard, you slut. I will give you what you deserve." Grabbing his hips, I pounded into him with all my might. My fuck lust had taken me over completely. Suddenly he screamed "Fuck me Master, fuck your boy slut!" This turned me on even more and I pounded into him harder than I could imagined. I had become pure cock and my mission was to fuck him silly. I fucked him hard and fast. Occasionally I would slap his hard dick. He loved it. He was panting and moaning, "Fuck me. Split me open!" he kept repeating. My hips were a machine, driving in and out of him. Grabbing his nipples, I squeezed them with all my strength as I fucked in and out of him. I was on a mission. Faster and faster I fucked him, moving my fingers to his nipples, I repeatedly pinched them. "Oh shit, yes," he cried and I rammed into him as hard as I could, "I gotta big load for you boy. A real big load, this ass of yours is gonna be full of my cum. Real full by the time I am finished with you." I said and he groaned, "Oh yes Sir! Fill my ass with you cum!" I needed no second invitation as he rammed home one more time. "Oh god I'm gonna cum!" I screamed thrusting my hard cock as far as I could into his boy-pussy. I started shooting. "Fuck," I howled as I grabbed his hair and almost pulled him up off the bed in uncontrolled ecstasy. "Fuck," I howled again as I fired again into his ass. I saw there was a grin on his face. I grabbed his legs, pushing them wide, and actually lifting his ass well up off my bed as I slammed into him one final time. After my final shot, I just kind of wilted down on top of him. I stayed there for only a moment getting my breath back, and lay down and pulled him on top of me. "Sir, that was the best fuck I've ever had." He took my cock in his mouth and started sucking on it and mashed his nose into my crotch. "Okay, boy, that's enough," I said as I pushed his head back. The boy looked up at me, "You sure?" he asked grinning at me, "I want to be your full time slave boy, Sir." I laughed, "I know, but you're not ready for that, and I love my freedom, I will definitely use you when I need to get off."
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/ready-for-work.html	Ready for Work READY FOR WORK men-undressing.bsky.social e-mail: [email protected] please consider donating to Nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org/) "I feel like you can see it through the trousers..." I hesitantly look down at my crotch, then back at the mirror, then back at my crotch. Peter gets up from the bed, only a pair of loose boxers and socks on, and stands next to me in front of the mirror. "No, you can't -- relax!" He reaches down to adjust some of the fabric between my legs. "See, this cock cage is totally unnoticeable. You can't even see it through your thong!" He giggles, as he cups my crotch with one hand and grabs my right ass cheek with the other. I also giggle in response and, at the same time, feel blood rushing down to my dick, pressure quickly building into the chastity cage. "Sto-op!" I yelp, somewhat unconvincingly, and I wriggle out of my husband's grip with a smile. "You're making me hard! And I'm ticklish!" I'm used to wearing my chastity cage at this point. We have been using it around the house over the weekend, as foreplay. I've worn it outside, too, on date nights when we felt particularly kinky. But wearing it to work is different. "You look so hot! I can't believe you are wearing it to the office" Peter says, dangling the small key in front of my face. I can see his shaft just barely peeking out of the front of his boxers. He's clearly enjoying this as much as me. "It's only a half day, no meetings. I just want to see how it feels." And I really do love the way it makes me feel. Like I can't touch myself without permission. Totally submissive. "I'll miss you" Peter says as he gets closer again and he puts his arm around my waist. "But I know you'll come back horny, so that's okay." He kisses me, softly at first, then with growing passion. His strong grip is hard to resist. "I think you should take one more thing with you though..." He flips me over, pushes me face down on the bed and starts unbuckling my belt. "Oh, really?" I ask jokingly, "and what is that exactly?" Soon enough, my trousers are down to my ankles, but I can still feel the thong between my ass cheeks. He doesn't bother taking that off, he just moves the thin white strip of fabric to the side and starts fingering my hole. I am still wet and lubed up from this morning's session. I hear him spit, getting his cock ready to enter me. My own dick, still stuck in the cage, twitches in anticipation. I can feel the tip starting to push against my hole and, as it encounters no resistance, it slides in in one smooth motion. Before I know it, Peter's throbbing cock is pounding my ass with regular but powerful strokes. Oh, he knows how to top. I instinctively reach down to my own dick, but I'm met with the smooth, cold feeling of the metal cage. The thong is already wet with precum, but my dick is locked up and inaccessible. Peter's thrusts are getting quicker and he starts huffing, both hands grabbing my cheeks while I lay flat on our duvet. We really are in sync at this point, although something tells me I won't be reaching climax with him. His movements get increasingly irregular, until he lets out a loud moan and pushes his cock all the way in. I can feel it pulsing inside me, filling me up. His orgasm gradually subsides and he comes down to rest his chest on my back. He's still inside me, still hard. He reaches down to my neck and gives me small, sweet kisses, as we both catch our breath. "I think you've got everything now" he says and he playfully bites my ear. "You'll need to be careful not to leak through your trousers though... Maybe we should plug your hole -- just to be on the safe side."
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/shrinking-his-dicklet/shrinking-his-dicklet-3	Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2023 10:05:04 +0000 From: Mathias Gold Subject: Shrinking His Dicklet -- chapter three Chapter Three: Winter - - - This is a story about my massive cock, and the tiny dicklet of this bottom I used to date. All you subs with little nubs should donate to Nifty! #SPH #GaySPH #SizeMatters #Phallocracy #SmallPenisHumiliation? More like #SmallClitHumiliation! - - - Art and I were on the train from Victoria to Gatwick Airport for a weekend city break to Berlin. A romantic city break, mind you, as we'd become boyfriends by this point; but a kinky romantic one, given it was Berlin and, you know ... me. I thought I'd be able to wait until we got there, but I just couldn't. "Cage check," I told him as soon as we'd stowed our luggage on the train and sat down, nodding towards the nearest onboard toilets. He sighed resignedly and agreed, following me meekly as I strutted towards the toilets. We squeezed in together unnoticed and I had him lock the door. I could barely contain my excitement. I'd finally decided what to spend the OnlyFans earnings on - surprising Art with this Berlin trip and ... the cage! We'd started experimenting with chastity a couple of months earlier. It did it for me at first: I'd wandered into a kink shop and bought their smallest one for Art. He'd been reluctant to agree at first: "I know you don't like to see me hard, and I'm trying," he had protested, "but surely it's not all that bad if I get hard in private?" "Come on, Art," I said softly, stroking his cheek, "you've got to practise staying soft with me, with others and alone. We've got to train that little dicklet that it has no business getting hard. Beside, if you want to cum from getting fucked, then not having any access to that little boyclit will make it even likelier." He still seemed pretty resistant. I had a way of breaking down resistance like this. I hadn't showered in a few days and asked, "Why don't you come here and sniff and lick my ripe pits while I stroke your hair?" He nodded. He actually whimpers when he gets access to my funky sweat, and I just love the sensation of being worshipped - I'd probably never need to shower again with this boyo around. As I stroked his hair, I continued my crooning: "How's this: We'll let our followers decide. I'll ask them whether you should have your little peepee locked in a cage. If they say yes, we'll lock it away and I'll get you something nice the next time the OnlyFans money comes in. And I'll let you suck my dick," I added, like this was a favour for him, as his hand had unconsciously made its way to my big cock, already semi it was rapidly growing in his slender hand to its full fat ten inches. He'd agreed and the vote was overwhelming - four-fifths of our voters wanted to see him locked in chastity. Sweeeeet, I thought, and the next day - after I'd got some ice cubes even colder than the coming winter and used them on his miniscule junk to make sure his dicklet shrunk down - we'd put the cage on. I thought it was extremely hot. Here was a guy who barely had a dick as it is, and he was letting me turn it into even more of a non-dick for my amusement. I slid the key onto a thin gold chain and put it on my neck right away. A few of my friends had already met Art, including my buddies in my halls, and I couldn't wait to show them what I'd made him do now. Fucking that desperate little slut with my massive hard schlong and looking down at his caged little dicklet was such a power rush. This boy had never topped before - and, with his chastity cage key around my neck, he'd never be able to top even if he tried. Heck, I didn't know whether he wanks when he's away from me, but he wouldn't be able to wank like a boy either. So fucking hot. The only thing I didn't like about that cage was it made his bulge look bigger than it had before when he was wearing a jockstrap or jeans or whatever. Apparently, for Art, that wasn't the only trouble with the initial cage, which became apparent a week or so later: "Please!" he had begged, already on his knees - he'd been sucking me for the last half-hour one evening, "Please! I know the guys on the internet said I should be locked up, and I've tried not to complain, but it's so sore." "What's sore about it?" I asked, confused. I'd certainly never allow a chastity cage near my junk, if one would ever fit, so I had no idea what he was talking about. "When I get hard, it really hurts," he whimpered again. I had him naked (except for the cage) in my room, so I got up close to his caged little dicklet for a closer look. It was a 3" cage I'd bought, and even hard his dick didn't quite reach the sides - but the top of his 3.2" little hard-on was straining against the end of the devious denial device. So, I decided to crowdsource a solution and started chatting to our fans on the internet. Turns out, a lot of guys get a 3" cage for a sub with a 3" softie to stop him getting hard. But while my bottom boy's little erections were barely three inches - his softie is more like 1.5", and you can't get those off-the-shelf. So someone hit me up with a link for a place with custom chastity cages. I put in his flaccid length and girth, and the circumference of around his balls where the lock ring would go, and sent off the order. Another week went by and I got this inadvertently hilarious reply: "Dear Mathias Gold, I just wanted to check with you the measurements you submitted in your order and give you an opportunity to change them - as once we craft the cage we are no longer able to offer a refund. You entered 3.7cm long and 4cm girth. Are you sure this isn't meant to be inches? We do not recommend cages smaller than the client's flaccid size, for both comfort and function." I was laughing all day thinking about this email, and couldn't wait to show it to Art in person. He was pretty bashful about it, but not as bashful as the email I later got from them. After some customary ball flicking to get his dicklet shrunk down to softness, I had him pose with our ruler and a flexible tape measure, and sent this off to the chastity cage website to assure them no mistake had been made - and this was their response: "Dear Mathias Gold, Thank you for confirming. We have been in business for 25 years, and this is the smallest chastity device on record we have been asked to make. Please allow 28 days for manufacture and another 14 days for postage and delivery." Man, I'm gonna print that email and have it framed and give it to Art for his birthday. My dick is in the biggest 0.1% of the planet; and of all the chastity subs-to-be on the internet who've ordered a cage from this place, I've found the one with THE smallest weiner - hahahahaha. While we waited for the new one to arrive, I made sure he wore the oversized cage most of the time - but allowed him supervised periods of respite with his dicklet free. Well, it took a month and a half, but the new cage finally arrived and just in time for our Berlin trip. I had even gone to a different part of the city beforehand to have a new padlock engraved: "Mathias' Bitch" on one side and "Tiny Dicklet" on the other. I'd watched Art put it on this morning, and it gave me such a massive boner; and now I urgently needed to see it again - right here in the train toilets. "How is it? Is it more comfortable?" He nodded, "So far, yeah." "Fuck, you're such a good boy. I love that you lock away your little boyclit for me," I whispered. Positive reinforcement. "I need your hole." He turned around in the clean but narrow cubicle, and I drooled a string of spit down onto where my massive cock met his smooth pliant hole, covering his mouth with one hand to minimise noise and using my other to guide my huge hard-on to where it belongs - deep in his pussy. While inside him, I turned us around again so he was facing the mirror. I watched myself - the top dog - ravaging his insides, I saw his eyes squint at the pain of me forcefully entering him (even after six months, my ten-incher is a lot to take), and I saw the tiny metal cage glinting in the light - highlighting his effective dicklessness. It was quite a fast train, so I needed to make this quick - I hammered away at his boypussy, his only sex organ as far as I was concerned. My eyes flicked from his eyes to the cage to his eyes again in the mirror and the whole thing was so hot I came in just a couple of minutes - breeding my little bitch boy, and enjoying the tight squeezes I'd taught him to do with his hole to make my cock feel just right. We pulled up our trousers and made our way back to our seats, sitting in contented silence until we got to the airport. When we got Gatwick, Art finally raised something I'd been thinking about in the run up to our weekend holiday. "Umm, Matt, how am I gonna get through security with this thing on?" "I was thinking you just go through, and let metal detectors pick up on your chastity cage," I lied, "then you just explain that your boyfriend doesn't let you use your dick to the security guard, but it's not exactly a security risk." In truth I had considered making him do this. It would be pretty fucking funny, and I'd love to look the security guard right in the face as he learns that I have the power to make bottoms give up their dick for me. But I wanted the trip to be straightforward, so would give in easily if Art begged hard enough, which he did, "Oh no, please. It's bad enough you expose me to all those kinky people online, but you can't make me do that to some random - probably straight - security guard! Please!" "Okay, okay," I acquiesced, wondering if we should do it on the way back just for the lols. We went to the airport toilets and snuck into a cubicle together. He removed the cage and I had him put it in his rucksack - no way I was gonna let some airport security person see it in my baggage - and I resolved not to take my eye off him until we got the cage back on him. By the time we were through security and had grabbed some overpriced mediocre drinks (beer for me, G&T for Art), we were in a hurry to board and I still hadn't got his tiny weiner back in its cage. It made me angry to think he might be using this time to get secret little erections. After take-off, when the seatbelt sign was unilluminated, the booze hit Art's little bladder and he told me he was going to the loo. I grabbed his wrist - not letting him get up. "Oh no you don't," I hissed, "not without me. I don't want you touching your little boyclit all alone in there." I took his rucksack from under the seat without asking and fished around until I found the world's tiniest custom chastity cage we'd ordered just for him. And, even though toilet twosomes are riskier in the air than on the ground, the two of us made our way to the loos and waited until we felt sure none of the air cabin crew (not even the twinky bottomy one I'd be eyeing up since boarding) were watching, and in we went. This toilet was even more cramped than the one on the train. "Turn around," I snapped quietly. "Sit down to pee, like a girl." He did and, surely enough, the tiny weiner was hard as rock. He had to move his hips way back to have his little hard-on facing the bowl. My trouser snake chubbed up from an eight-inch semi to near its full ten inches knowing that I'd made this bottom sit down to pee like a woman does. He dicklet, meanwhile, had softened a bit from peeing - but I wanted to get this cage back on him ASAP. A long period of continuous chastity is what's needed to shrink a bottom's dicklet and make him lose the ability to get erections - that's what some guys online had advised, and that's what I was gonna do to him. Once he was done peeing, I let him stand up, then put my hand over his mouth for the second time that day and began flicking his balls. They're so tiny, a little smaller than a marble, and I was staring so intently in his slightly scared eyes, that I missed a few times; but it was hot to feel his whimpers against my palm on the times I did hit, and eventually I looked down and saw he'd shrunk back to his rightful one-and-a-half-inch softie. Releasing my hand from his face, I had him fit the ring around his dicklet and little nutsack, then shimmy the cage over that little peepee. I took the engraved padlock from my pocket and decided I wanted to do this bit myself. "No more little erections, okay?" I whispered, clicking the padlock into place with one hand and fingering the key on the chain around my neck. "I've got all the erections we'll ever need right here." And I grabbed my massive dick and decided I was fucking horny and just had to join the mile high club. The toilets here were so cramped and the mirror so tiny, that I annoyingly couldn't see the cage; but his hole was slicked up from me breeding him on the train earlier, and no spit was needed for me to mount him roughly - grabbing him by the hair - and fucking him to let him know who was boss. The tight warmth felt awesome on my massive shaft, and I could practically hear the cumshots churning ready to fire in my big balls, getting ready to breed him again. What set me over the edge was knowing that these sensations were all mine - my little cockslut Art would never know tight warmth on his dicklet, and he'd given up ever cumming like a boy, and all because I told him to. I moaned guttrally and released another round of cum volleys into my bitch's hole. We didn't have much time to enjoy the post-orgasmic glow, given we were in the air in one of the few toilets, and we snuck out back to our seats. That twinky air steward started acting weird as we neared our destination. He was giving me looks that showed he fancied me (which, being hot, I'm pretty used to); but there was a knowing look in his glances too; he also made his way to outside the toilet doors whenever he wasn't on snack duty. I picked up on the signals and thought fuck it - if I've joined the mile high club, I might as well make it two bottoms in one flight. I strode up to the toilets and, sure enough, the steward looked at me for permission to follow. Once the two of us were squeezed in, he gave me a pretty average blowjob. Most guys can't take all my size on the first go, and he was no exception - and we had to keep quiet, so I couldn't give him the savage throatfuck I might otherwise have done. In the end, I had to help him out, wanking myself two-handedly while he sucked on my big plum-sized head. He was pretty, albeit with over-plucked eyebrows, but in the end I got bored and fantasised about Art sitting in his seat - knowing I was being a fucking stud here in the toilets fucking with a trolley dolly - probably jealous that not only is his dicklet out-of-use, but his hole wasn't getting used either. That was enough for me to paint the steward's face with another one of my big loads. As he carefully wiped it off looking in the tiny mirror, he asked in a Polish accent, "Your cock is amazing." (Don't I know it!) "Can I have your number?" "Nah, I've got a boyfriend," I said, seeing the disappointed look in his face as I unlocked the toilet door and went back to sit next to Art, who was in a huff for the rest of the flight. - - - Once we were checked into the Airbnb in Charlottenburg, we started unpacking our things and Art began blubbering and crying. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked him, assuming it would be about me fucking the face of that air steward early (which was weird, as he knows I need to fuck around; and, when I give permission, I let him get dick elsewhere too). But it wasn't that. "I'm just so fucking horny!!!" he complained. "I know you don't want me getting hard - around you or at all. And I never touched my dicklet around you since the first day we met. But you're hot, and I'm horny, and I used to wank off when we were apart or in the toilets after you were done with me - sometimes twice a day!" (Through the desperation in his voice, the way he said twice a day sounded like it was meant to be a brag - hahaha, I'd go crazy if I didn't cum more than that.) "And, and, and," he blubbed, "now I haven't cum in two months, I'm trying to focus on my bum" "Your pussy," I corrected him. "My pussy," he conceded, "to cum, but it isn't working and I think I'm gonna go mad. So can I please, please, PLEASE go into the bathroom without the cage on and have a quick wank. You don't have to see. I'll be quiet. And you can put the cage right back on me afterwards to stop me getting hard again, I promise." I mulled this over. I'm not an unreasonable dom. But it just didn't work for me. "I'm glad you're willing to give up your erections for me, especially when we're together. But I don't think you should cumming like a boy at all, including with wanking. Here, let's go to Schöneberg together and get you a vibrator or something - like a girl has." So, we finished unpacking our stuff and jumped on the U-Bahn. We made our way to the sex toy section of a fetish store, and I produced another one of my little shows: "So what about this one?" I'd ask loudly, picking up a vibrating butt plug. "Do you think this toy would feel good in your boypussy?" We make a cute couple, me especially; and my audible pointed questions got us even more looks than we were already getting - I wanted everyone to know that this wasn't some dom sugar daddy and twinky sugar baby situation. Quite the opposite. This fully grown man was my bitch. After we'd picked out a few things, I paid (I ain't no sugar baby), and we headed back to the place we were staying and I set about putting the first of my two wicked schemes of the day into action. The first thing I decided to try on him was the vibrating butt plug. Pretty modestly sized (I don't want a toy stretching my bottom out - I barely want him using toys as it is, when I've got the best dick around), the vibration felt fucking intense just on my finger after I'd slipped it into his hole and switched it on. I'm not interested in having things in me, so I can't imagine what it would feel like having that thing shaking one's guts from the inside like that. "How's that? Feel good?" I asked. "It's amazing," Art said, panting. Huh, it was kinda hot to watch actually. Maybe I could get into these toys after all. Next up, I took out a small vibrator. Not to go inside him, you see; as I'd also bought some bondage tape. I wound the tape around the little vibrator and Art's even tinier cock cage and switched that on too. "Does that vibrator feel good against your clitty?" I asked him. His eyes were wide with gratitude. "Even girls get to touch their clitty sometimes. They just don't wank or get hard-ons like boys, okay?" He nodded. Next up, I used the bondage tape to bind my little bitch naked to a radiator (switched off, of course - safety first). We'd not undertaken a whole lot of bondage play. Normally I can just use my big dick to get my way or pin someone down. But this was all going to plan. I took his `phone, connected it to the Airbnb's Wi-Fi, brought it out of reach of him and rested it on a pile of books so it was facing him and FaceTimed myself. I answered the call but put my `phone back in my trousers. Then I improvised a little - I found a pile of pens on the flat's desk, including a Sharpie. I went over and wrote `Little clit' with an arrow on Art's abdomen, pointing to the cage, and pocketed the marker pen - for an idea I had for later. Fuck, this was making me horny again. "Okay," I told him. "I'm going out for a couple of hours. Those vibrators up your pussy and near your clit should make you cum before I'm back. If not, I promise I'll do something to make you cum like a girl before the end of the day. If I need you, I'll come on the FaceTime call. Seeya!" - - - The next three hours were sexy. I had hoped to go to the Tiergarten and show off my big dick in the naked sunbathing area or to its cruising area, but the freezing Berlin winter meant this was a nonstarter. So instead I spent the hours on the Romeo app, finding tourists and locals to fuck. I'd check the FaceTime call on the commute between shags. Sometimes covering my camera with my thumb, so Art wouldn't know I was looking at him; other times, showing my face and flashing him a cheeky smile. The gratitude and pleasure on his face when I'd left him changed over the three hours though, to one of anguish and exquisite torture. I could tell right away that as this hadn't made him cum after an hour - it probably wouldn't at all. Maybe I hadn't set the vibrators to the right intensity - how would I know?! And, being tied to the radiator, Art had no way of changing them himself. I got sucked off by two married Swedish daddies in their hotel (I wonder if they're always both bottoms, or just when they saw my dick); fucked a hipster from Bonn in his flat in Kreuzberg and a British expat twink in his place not far from the Airbnb. Of course, I showed every single one of them the FaceTime call - and filmed the double blowjob and my two fucks, so Art could see. The daddies found the set-up a bit weird; but the hipster and the expat were both keen. The hipster thought it was a cruel but quite funny and very hot that I'd locked Art's already tiny three inches into its one-and-a-half inch softness with the cage (I'd told him the exact measurements, making sure Art could hear on the other end of the line). The British expat was pretty unhung too - maybe four-and-a-half inches. He was surprised to hear Art was even smaller, and said how lucky Art was to have found a guy packing ten inches like me. I made Art say hello to him over the call after I'd fucked him. "PLEASE, please come back and switch them off," Art was panting, "it's too much." "Now now," I told him, "be nice and say hello." I repeated. "I'll be home soon." "Hell-- Hello!," Art managed. I decided not to be too unkind, and that the British twink would be my last hook-up for the afternoon. I'd made Art watch me fuck these four guys' mouths and holes for several reasons: one - I didn't want him getting to friendly or reliant on these toys, and wanted him to know how in-demand my cock was; two - I think it's good for bottoms to know that their tops are virile men and we need to spread our seed far and wide; and three - I genuinely hoped he'd find it hot, and it would help him cum through the vibrators like a girl. I made my way back to the flat, switched off the toys, and untied Art. He was sobbing a little. "Did you cum?" I asked, pointing at a puddle beneath his caged dicklet. "No," he heaved, "just precum, I think. My balls! My balls are so sore!" "I'd hardly call them balls," I mocked. Prodding at them - they had actually turned bluer than normal, and - while they were still tiny - they'd swollen from slightly smaller than marbles to, well, slightly larger than marbles. I thought it was hilarious that even with two months worth of semen in them they were so much smaller than my low-hanging fist-sized sack after a horny day where I might have cum a dozen times. He winced at my prodding. "Well, lick up that mess and let's grab a bite to eat before the club tonight." Every movement, every item of clothing, made Art's abdomen ache for the next hour or so - the cage pressing his little sack up against his jockstrap. He wouldn't stop whining about it. I'd (very rarely) had blue balls myself, and so I know how painful it can be. When he begged, "Please! It didn't work! Just let me have the quickest of wanks in the bathroom? You never have to know, just let me have the key!" "NO!" I shouted, getting actually pissed off now. "I already told you. I'll find something else to make you cum like a girl, but if you keep whining I'll tie you up with those vibrators overnight `til your tiny balls explode from frustration." That shut him up. - - - By midnight, we were in a sex club with a thumping techno background, and I was ready to put my second plan into fruition. Normally I love a bit of dancing, but I was going to be pimping out my little bottom slut Art for the next few hours. I found a sofa in a busy thoroughfare, and sat on the back of it. I had Art sit on the cushions between my legs, us both facing the same direction. My massive cock stretched from my groin, past his head, into his field of vision. I made him raise and spread his legs, caged dicklet and puckered hole ready for all to see. It did not take long at all for us to start getting the attention I expected. I shooed away the genuinely ugly guys, but anyone of average looks or better who came over I asked the same thing. "Do you want to fuck my bitch?" I would ask. With my mighty cock pointing out for all the world to see, and Art cowering beneath me with his tiny locked nub, it was obviously who was who and what I was asking. Almost all of them said yes, and for every single one, I handed him the Sharpie and said "You have to write on him what you think of his dick." And they all did. I think I made him take eleven loads all in all. Most guys were content to follow instructions, and write something about his cock on his thighs or abdomen and then fuck him `til they came. About four of them, though, the more vers or bottomy ones wanted to suck me off while they fucked him - and one quite hot top I even let kiss me while he fucked Art beneath us. Their dick sizes ranged from five to eight inches - all bigger than Art at his hardest, but none anywhere near my size - and some of them smaller hard than I am soft. I felt like a fucking god again. But even though a couple of the guys who blew me as they fucked my boyfriend were pretty good, I didn't cum. No, I wanted to save this load for Art later. So, at 7am, we stumbled out of the club and headed back to the flat. Art was staggering at the six hours of relentless pounding I'd made him take, and blearily swaying for horniness and fatigue. I lay him down on the bed and started kissing him, telling him how proud he'd made me that night. Even though I was super horny, I was pretty tired too, and genuinely was pleased with him - so rather than a hard fuck, I made love to him in the early morning. After getting his legs around my waist, and my dick in my favourite boypussy, I whispered in my lover's ear "You will cum like a girl for me. Do you know why?" "Why?" he whispered, his toes curling and his knees turning to jelly from the amazing dicking my huge cock was giving him. "Because you can't cum like a boy," I whispered, moving away from our kiss, and shifting from us being on our sides, to me on top, and him on his back. I looked down at where his body had been graffitied by the guys in the club, reading what they'd written about his dicklet "Because you don't have a cock. You have a LITTLE CLIT, a PEEPEE, a MAGGOT, a LIL NUBBIN, a POLLITA" I looked him in the eye "Everyone knows it. Everyone in that club. Everyone in the world, knows you have a SHRIMP DICK, a MIKROPENIS, a BABY DICK, a DINKY WINKY" This was making me so fucking horny, and I hoped it was making him horny too. Certainly his eyes looked at mine with real intensity as my ten inches slid slickly up and out of his well bred hole "You can't cum like a boy with a PISSWORM, KLEINERSCHWANZ, a BOYCLIT." I was getting real close by now. Normally I'd want to breed Art, but I needed to drive this point home. I pulled out my massive cock and stroked it - just one-handed this time - and brought my other hand to his wet hole, shoving two fingers inside to expertly stroke his p-spot. I pointed my dick at his chastity cage and said "Look!" He looked at the incredible contrast of my rock hard ten-incher, being stroked, pointed at his own pitiful softie, locked away in its cage at my behest, and I started cumming. The six hours at the club had been incredibly hot for me, so I had built up another killer load. Spray after spray covered the entire cage `til it was hidden from sight, as well as a lot of his torso, some of the cum leaking down the sides of his dicklet to where I was fingering him. And then - it happened!!! His moaning from my fingers became even more intense, and I saw that little caged nubbin jerking by itself and three or four determined little streams of fluid came pumping out of his locked cocklet. I couldn't believe that my sixth load of the day was about ten times bigger than his first load in two months, but it was incredibly hot - and he'd finally, finally cum like a girl. "You did it! You did it baby girl." I ran my hand through my cum and his, wiping it on the side of his face as I pulled him in for a kiss. I didn't let him clean it off before bed, as I pulled him in towards me and thought about how lucky I was. My massive dick deserves pleasure, public attention and to look as huge as it is - and my submissive, obedient, unhung little slut gives me everything I deserve. I cuddled him in close, closing my eyes and picturing my huge hard cock next to his caged little dicklet - wondering whether any arrangement could possibly be better than this. - - - If any of you tiny-dicked little sluts, or hung studs like me, wanna get in touch and compare notes my email is [email protected] Did you know that little Art's tried his hand at some stories too? https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boyclit/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-six-twink-top-lodgers Lemme know what you think.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/shrinking-his-dicklet/shrinking-his-dicklet-1	Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2023 10:46:49 +0000 From: Mathias Gold Subject: Shrinking His Dicklet - - - Shrinking His Dicklet Chapter One: Summer - - - This is a story about my massive cock, and the tiny dicklet of this bottom I used to date. All you subs with little nubs should donate to Nifty! #SPH #GaySPH #SizeMatters #Phallocracy #SmallPenisHumiliation? More like #SmallClitHumiliation! - - - I'm Matthias Gold, I'm nineteen-year-old and my cock is fucking huge. I'm not talking about any of this `Grindr XL' slightly above average crap - I mean ten solid inches of alpha twunk cock, with a seven inch girth to go with it. One hook-up told me God made me born to top, but I'm an atheist - whether I have the universe or genetics to thank for this massive dick, I don't know, but I definitely was born to top. One of the joys of having ten inches of prime meat swinging between your legs is putting average and even fairly hung guys in their place. London is full of them - the bottoms fall in love with my cock right away, but seeing vers and vers-top guys turn into drooling little cumsluts for my big dick has a special place in my heart. The trouble with vers and vers-top guys, though, is they always expect me to return the favour and it ain't gonna happen. Time and again I've met up with guys who think they're hot shit with six, seven or eight inches, but they get either intimidated or fascinated with my monster cock and soon they're on their knees sucking me or the braver ones want to get fucked. But then either after I've cum, or on a second or third meet, they expect me to help them get off - and I burst into laughter, lose interest and ghost them. No, what I need is a bottom. One who knows the world revolves around me and my ten-inch dick. A total bottom, willing to drop to his knees and worship me; who lives to make me cum, and has no interest in cumming himself. That's where Art came in. I was in my parents' home in Chelsea, while they were off on holiday, in the middle of a London heat wave. I had the windows open, the summer sounds of the street and a light breeze drifted in; as I sat sweating on the sofa, scrolling through Grindr. At thirty-two, Art was a little older than I'd normally go for, but his curls and smile seemed cute, and he had a killer booty filling up his shorts in his profile pics. He didn't have his preferred role on his profile, but judging by the bottomy little booty shorts and the lack of bulge in his orange Speedo in another photo - it wouldn't take a rocket surgeon to work out what role he'd be taking with me. `Yo, look what I've got', I typed, and I sent him a pic of the massive dick that was straining against my white shorts, as my balls stewed in their sweat from my tennis match earlier and the hot summer evening. That got his attention, judging by how quickly he replied. I thought about jumping in the shower, but sport and sunshine always make me horny, so I was feeling in a pretty nasty mood - and I was sure he wouldn't complain about a bit of teen funk. It took him all of ten minutes to catch his bus from Clapham before I heard our doorbell go. Opening the door, I enjoyed the look of joy and anticipation he clearly felt. I saw his eyes take in first my preppy blond hair swept to the side on my forehead; then my white tennis club t-shirt, sweatily stuck to my broad shoulders and tapering to my toned abs and slim waist; his eyes widened as they took in my unmissable dickprint. I've been seeing the same facial expression since the moment I hit puberty and my dick went from big to mega big, and it never gets old. "Come in," I told him, calm and in charge. "I'm Mathias." "I'm Art," he replied, and followed me as I bounded up the stairs two at a time. He followed more tentatively, but soon we were two storeys up and entering my boyhood bedroom - just as I'd left it before I went off to uni: physics textbooks and music scores untouched since A-level exams on my desk, tennis medals and debating trophies on my shelves, posters of Tom Daley and Troy Sivan and Olly Alexander all those other bottomy celebrities I used to fantasise about making my bitch on my wall. I'd been scrolling through Grindr and needing hole for at least an hour by this point, and was ready to get down to business. "Do you suck dick?" I asked. (Of course he sucks dick, I thought.) He nodded shyly and I kicked off my trainers, shucked off my t-shirt and pulled down my shorts and boxers in one fluid motion. As I stood there in just my white sports socks, his jaw hit the floor - just the reaction I've grown to know and love. He stared in shock and awe at my wrist-thick ten-inch love muscle sticking straight out from my body: jutting substantially further forward than my waist is front to back. I smiled and waved it side to side. "I'm pretty big," I said, as matter-of-fact as saying the Pacific Ocean's a bit wet. He nodded again. "Get naked," I told him. Art started taking off his clothes - more slowly and nervously than I did. I wondered whether it was because he was in a stranger's house and a new situation, or whether he was just shy. Off came his vertically striped t-shirt, revealing a slim-but-untoned torso with an ottery smattering of body hair. He gently removed his Converse and socks, then pulled down his blue linen shorts, `til he was standing in just his boxers. He moved towards me apprehensively and was about to get on his knees - but I had told him to get naked and I wanted to see that arse which had caught my attention. "Nah, strip off first. Boxers too," I told him. Like a deer caught in headlights he straightened up again - at 6'2" he was some five inches taller than my 5'9" - and turned around, pulled his boxers down and bent over slightly as he did so. That butt did not disappoint; a little bigger and rounder than it should have been for his slimmish build, he'd clearly shaved or done something to get rid of any hair, and my big hard dick twitched as I caught a glimpse of its puckered little hole. Oh yes, I chuckled to myself, this will do nicely. What happened next took me by surprise more than his killer bum though. He slowly turned to face me again, cheeks reddened, and the words came bursting out of my mouth before I could think about them: "Holy shit," I laughed, "is that your dick hard?" I had never seen such a pathetic excuse for a dick in my life - and I have seen a lot of naked dudes in my time. He didn't say anything, but looked a little indignant, he blushed more deeply and I swear I saw his eyes well up a little bit. "Come here, let me see," I wheezed through my laughter - normally I have no interest in dick whatsoever, I'm an arse man, but this one was so different to what I was packing I had to take a closer look. As things move towards you, they tend to look bigger, but this Grindr trick's miniscule little dick was an exception - as he moved towards me, I got only a more and more real sense of just how tiny it was. "Fucking hell," I said, after I'd composed myself a little, "is this why you're a bottom?" "I didn't say I'm a bottom," Art replied, "I just haven't found anyone who'd let me top them yet." "Buddy, I don't think that's gonna happen. Not when there are men with dicks like mine around," I mocked, waving my solid ten-incher at him. I plucked a foot-long ruler from my desk-tidy and handed it to him. "Just how small is it," I demanded. I could see this was making him uncomfortable, but I just didn't give a fuck - I needed facts and figures to tell my buddies after I was done with him. He moved the ruler towards his crotch, saying, "It's about four inches." "Nah, you're cheating," I chided him, "You're measuring from the side and including half your little balls. You've got to measure it from the top." We both looked down as the ruler lay across his little pecker. It was throbbingly hard, about the width of a thumb, and it measured just three-point-two inches. I burst into more uncontrollable fits of giggles; I doubled over at the hilarity; I belly laughed so hard my eyes teared up a little. After cackling for a full minute, I looked up and saw he had tears in his eyes too - albeit not ones of joy. Man, after laughing that hard, you'd have thought my hard-on might have drooped a little - but quite the opposite. I had one of the biggest, hardest, most urgent boners I had had for years. I was enjoying just how unhung this little bitch was - and my dick was too! "Do you," he asked nervously, "not want to hook-up any more?" Aww. Maybe he gets some guys turning him away with his little micro-cock. Not me, though. I'm not interested in my bottoms' dicks - and, I guess, if it's smaller it's less in the way. "Fuck yeah, I wanna hook-up. You basically don't have a dick - it wouldn't be fair to deprive you of mine," I quipped, and lounged back on my boyhood bed - grabbing my thick cock by the base and squeezing it, a big drool of precum edging out the head which reached as high as my nipple. "Measure it first, though. I want you to know how much dick is gonna be in your throat." He seemed less reluctant about this task. He got on his knees, rather than sitting next to me on the bed, which I enjoyed - clearly a natural sub, or a sub in the making. I leant forwards so he could more easily lay the ruler on top of my big cock. I don't know if I'd grown a little since last time I measured (I'm only nineteen) or if this whole thing had given me record-breaking wood, but my massive fuck club measured more than ten inches - ten-point-two to be precise. "Fuck yeah," I bragged, "exactly seven inches bigger than yours. Most guys would kill to have seven inches, and that's just how much I outsize you by." Man - outsizing average and big guys is its own category of pleasure, but knowing my alpha cock was three times longer than this grown man's miniature dicklet was giving me a power rush like I'd never known. "And watch this," I bragged, taking the ruler from him and placing zero at the top of my thick throbbing girth. The ruler was bendy enough (and my cock thick enough!) for me to wrap it around my substantial circumference - slowly and boastfully - `til it reached back to where it started. Sure enough, over half the ruler was needed to measure my thickness and put the unhung little cocksucker in his place - I had seven inches of girth! "Fuck!" Art said, gobsmacked by my big butt-slayer and its wrist-thick girth. "You ready to throat my massive ten-point-two inches of dick?" I asked. "I can try," Art said, gulping. I put down the ruler with one hand and took the back of his head with the other, guiding it towards my cock. He took the plum-sized head of my big dick in his mouth and started running his tongue under my piss slit, reaching up with both hands to steady himself on my massive shaft. His hands, small for his height, looked even smaller around a dick the size of mine - more than enough room for him to hold onto my big dick with both and still suck the first few inches. I sometimes like a hands-free blowjob, but the view of someone wanking me with two hands and me still having dick to spare is fucking ace too. I let him blow me at his own pace for a while, then gently took a fistful of his hair and told him to lick my balls. He moved his lips and tongue down there and I remember how sweaty was and - get this - he actually fucking whimpered a little moan of pleasure: licking up the match and summer's days sweat from my big nutsack. He continued to work my shaft with one of those little hands, my length reaching up past his forehead and curls. I shivered with pleasure at just how keen he seemed keen to please me, and I half-closed my eyes, thinking about how much he must be loving playing with not just a real man's cock - but an alpha monster cock - given his own pathetic little dicklet between his legs. Man, the things I could probably do to this guy just to give him a chance to be at the end of my dick again. Some pretty evil ideas came to mind and I decided it was time to nut. As I opened my eyes and looked down I saw something that really pissed me off. While his tongue was busy on my sack and his left hand was working my dick, he was using his right thumb and forefinger to jerk his little dicklet. "Hey!" I barked, kicking his right hand away, "what the fuck are you doing?" He gasped and moved his lips from my sweaty cum-filled balls, "Sorry. I, uhh, I was just really horny." "Good, but that's no reason to play with your tiny little toy in front of me. Not when you've got the real deal here," I told him, "you should be focused on my cock, capiche?" I slapped his face three times with my weighty cock for emphasis and saw him wince at each of the three heavy thuds. He nodded. I stood up and made him waddle back on his knees towards the edge of the room. "Open very, very wide," I said, smirking, as I finally got him pinned up against the wall. Give me your hands - I took both his slender sets of fingers in one of my racket-calloused hands. He'd have nowhere to go as I facefucked him into the wall and got my nut. He opened his mouth and I put my dick in there. That eager and attentive tongue came out once again and started doing its job - and very well too. But soon the middle and the base of my ten inches started getting jealous and I knew I needed his throat. I thrust forwards, and watched as he used his lips expertly to hide his teeth, and plunged my cock in about six inches before he wretched. Such a rush. Pulling my big dick out a little, I waited `til he'd swallowed before thrusting in once more - about seven inches this time, feeling his throat muscles constrict around my cock felt fucking awesome and I held it there for a few seconds before pulling out to hearing him choking and spluttering again. He didn't try to stop me or wriggle away, though, like each time I let him up for air he knew he'd choose my dick over my oxygen. So fucking hot. I pushed my alpha cock in eight inches this next time, and swear as well as the dick massage his throat was giving me I could feel the bile trying to get up but standing no chance against my rock hard dick, as he swallowed it back down. His face was a different shade of red now - a scarlet which reached across his cocksucking cheeks down his neck and upper chest - and he was crying from being choked, tears he sucked up his nose as he snorted and coughed. It just made my dick even harder though, as I used his hands clasped in mine to move his head forward a little and get the right angle too-- Yessss! I shoved all ten inches into his mouth. Some cocksuckers have managed it before, but it's a rarity. Everything was pointing to this boy being a keeper. He struggled and sputtered, of course, and feeling his body squirm helplessly pinned between my skinny hips and big cock and the wall behind him was a total power surge. I hammered back and forth, hearing his head thud against the wall a little, as I used his throat like a fleshjack to wank the massive head of my dick. After sitting and getting horny for so long after my tennis match, I needed to cum, but I forced myself to slow down and pull out. He pulled one of his hands out of mine to wipe some drool from his mouth, but I stopped him before he could do the same to his tears. "No, baby, let me see those tears. I want to see you cry for my big dick," I told him, and I swear he gave me his hand to restrain in mine again. I smiled and he smiled back a little too. "Again," I ordered, and shoved all ten inches in - hammering away forty or so thrusts in his throat while he wretched and writhed anew. It was so fucking hot knowing my dick had the power to inflict such a number of someone's throat, but it was so huge that people were eager to let me do it anyway. I slowed down then pulled out again. "You want me to cum?" I asked him. He sniffed in some of the snot my big cock must've fucked through his throat into his nose, and nodded, rasping "Yes please." Good boys say please, I thought, knowing if there was one thing I was good at it was cumming in a slut's mouth. So I shoved my dick into his throat in one thrust again - it was so hot watching my dark blond pubes form a little moustache on this cocksucker's lips, my balls shoved up against his chin and jugular, and my cock - uhh, the heavenly pressure of his tight throat and eager tongue against my cock - bringing out my primal urges to pound pound pound. So that's just what I did, the sputtering noises and writhing movements left my consciousness for a moment as I focused on the only thing that mattered in that room ... my dick, and me cumming. For a full minute I fucked this bitch's throat. The tears coming from his eyes and his deepening red face lost on me as I felt myself chasing my own nut until YESSSS! Fuck I'm awesome. My balls practically purred as they tightened up and released one of my teen alpha loads in this cocksucking slut's throat. His gurgling choking noises got a bit louder at that, then I pulled back a little to give him some respite, jerking the base of my dick slightly to empty more cum onto his tongue. Then I pulled out completely, to watch the seventh, eighth and ninth shots of jizz get in his hair, up his nose and on his cheeks. I caught my breath and felt a little nicer now, but I still didn't let him wipe his mussed up face. "No, baby, don't wipe it off. You look good with my cum on your face." He smiled all coy-like, when I said that. As I looked down on him on his knees, I saw something I'd almost forgotten - that tiny little dicklet - still urgent and rock hard, but so so small and now untouched. I smirked a little at that. Backing away from him, I collapsed luxuriantly on my bed, and he shifted from kneeling on the floor to sitting cross-legged. After a full two or three minutes he asked, "Should I go now?" I chewed the question over for a few seconds. On the one hand, I could probably get one or two more bitches over to blow me before bed, but would probably have to negotiate any versatile tendencies they had. One the other, I could get inside this little slut's head some more - and I hadn't tried out his killer butt yet. "Nah, why don't you stay a bit? Here," I ordered, patting the bed, "come up beside me." He got up and stretched a little, sitting near where I was, before laying back. I put my arm around him, and he rested his head in the nook of my armpit. Not the perfect size for spooning, given he was a fair bit taller, but he snuggled into me in the same dependent needing-to-be-protected way that fem bottoms much smaller also do. I smiled to myself again at just how small his dicklet was. It was rock hard still, but ignored by us both - when I told him not to touch himself, he complied right away and barely whined. This was promising. Yes, this was very promising indeed. We had some pillowtalk for twenty or thirty minutes and it went well. Now he'd got the dick, he perked up and was a little more confident - and was kinda smart and funny. After a while, I felt my massive fuck club stirring and I knew I needed some more hole. I changed the subject and asked him to see his boypussy. He smiled, extricating himself from my nook, and got on all fours, presenting that smoothed little hole nestled between those bubblebutt cheeks for me. I licked my lips and moved towards that sweet ass hole. Fuck, I needed to make this bitch mine. Running my tongue up his inner thighs, and gently biting them, he started moaning like a cat in heat. Watching him quiver as his hole winked at me was so hot. He must've been hard still or again, because that little dicklet was totally hidden behind similarly tiny balls. They were slightly smaller than a marble each, in a tight little sack that made them barely recognisable as testicles. Jeez, this guy was barely a guy, I thought. Perfect to form into my perfect little fuck bitch. By the time I got to his hole, I felt like a lion devouring a gazelle, running my chin all around his crack and my tongue all around and then deep into that boypussy. I made sure to salivate a lot. I kept emergency lube in the drawer by my bed, but it feels so much better to fuck with just a little spit. Speaking of which, I needed to get this unhung little bitch to wet my cock. "Lay down," I ordered him. I pulled him into a position I wanted (he was surprisingly weak and pliable given how much taller he was than me), so I had room to kneel above his head. "Move your head back." I held my once-again rock hard ten inches by the base, lowering it so it pointed menacingly as the little bitch's mouth, which he eagerly and dutifully opened. From this angle, plugging him with all my length and girth was even easier (for me anyway), and his wriggling around was minimal. I grabbed both of his legs, and dragged them towards me, his pitiful little dick disappearing from view again as I pulled what I wanted towards my face. That boypussy, crack shimmering with my spit, which I once again started tongue fucking as I choked him with my cock. After I felt him wretch hard two or three times, I figured my dick would be lubed enough and pulled out. I used my arms to keep him pinned just where I wanted him as I made my way to the other end of the bed - between his legs - which I lifted and placed on my shoulders. My dick more or less auto-targeted in at his hole, as nature intended, which it pressed against threateningly and wet. "You want some more dick?" I asked him. He bit his lip. "What's the biggest you've ever been fucked by?" I went on. "Maybe eight inches?" he offered up meekly. "Ah," I said, "you've not felt anything `til you've had ten inches of Mathias Gold's big dick in you. You want it?" He nodded, a little scared, but seemingly up for the challenge. So I shoved my big plum-sized head into his boypussy. He groaned, loud, but stopped short of screaming. I'm not a monster, so I left it like that for ten seconds, `til I heard him start to breathe normally again. I pushed in another couple of inches - and heard him moan and whimper - all high-pitched and girly. Fuck this was hot. The red flush he'd got earlier from the wall-banging throatfuck I'd thrown him was starting again, painting down his cum-stained cheeks and neck, to his upper torso. I noticed how his moderate amount of chest hair and soft slim tummy contrasted with my own rock-hard smooth twunky abs. It was hot - `cos he was soft rather than angular, like a girl; but the chest hair made me know I was a teenager turning this fully grown man into my cockslut. I pushed in my fourth inch. "Almost halfway," I told him, as he hissed in air between his teeth. He panted and I waited `til his whimpers became softer and less frequently. I leant forwards to kiss him on his smooth-shaved lips, then whispered in his ear "I'm not even half the way in, but I've got more dick in you than you have dick. Isn't that crazy?" I was sort of taunting him, but I genuinely thought it was crazy. I was used to having guys fall over my dick. Some could take it in reality, others chickened out. This Grindr hook-up beneath me would never know that power. He would never know what it was like to have enough size to make people desperate to bottom for him, like I do; he would never know what it was like to be girthy enough to inflict pain in those he fucked, like I do. Hell, he'd probably never fuck anyone ever. A perfect little bottom boy. "Isn't it crazy?" I pressed him again. He nodded through gritted teeth, eyes welling up slightly from the blunt shock of my seven inches of girth stretching him. I pulled away from him to look at my cock stretching him and catch another peek at his little three-inch pecker. "Fuck!" I said again, a smile stretching across my face. Apparently my thick lengthy dick was a lot for him, as I saw him without an erection for the first time. What had been three inches and about the thickness of my thumb had shrunk down to as skinny as a pinky and barely one-and-a-half inches. That made my dick so much harder I actually heard Art moan as it stretched him even more. I wondered if that was the softest it got. It would be so hot to see that little dick shrink to an inch, and be a full ten times bigger than him. Man, I'll never tire of shocking hung-ish dudes by being bigger than them, but seeing Art's little inch-and-a-half dicklet was even hotter - made it look like it was a totally different body part to the mighty cock with which I had him impaled on my boyhood bed. I was going as gently as I could, but I needed to get more of my dick in him. It felt amazing squeezing around my head and a bit of my shaft, but I needed more. I wanted him to get used to all ten of my inches so I could start to fuck him and fuck him good, damn it. I squeezed my dick in him a little more and felt like a king. He'd got used to the girth now, but still gasped deeply at the added length. I figured I had seven inches of dick in him now. As much dick as I had more than he did. And with three inches left to go. The little slut had only ever bottomed, and the most he'd bottomed for was an eight-incher. Well, I thought, I'd soon put that eight inches to shame. Shoving my dick in more, I finally bottomed out - my twinky hips pressed against his soft butt cheeks. "You did it. You did it, babyboy. You've got all ten inches of my dick in you. How's it feel?" I pressed. "Big," he groaned. "Heheheh, now the real fuck begins," I informed him, pulling my dick out a few inches. A lot of hung guys depend on their size and never really learn to fuck, but let me tell you I'm not one of those guys. I always try to take the time to make sure my quarry's hole is wet and ready for me. I take my time, especially their first time taking me - nothing more frustrating than a bottom whimpering out `cos they're too hurt. Since I started fucking in my early teens, I've been complimented on being a preternaturally good fuck. So that's just what I set about doing. I leant forward to kiss Art again, and told him what a good little bottom boy he was. I purred and cooed in his ear, noticing his shivers of pleasure. I licked and nibbled his neck, and felt his legs turning to jelly and giving up any resistance to my fuck. I looked down from my gaze to where my big cock was shaping his hole to fit my dick like a glove and saw that tiny little dicklet again and had an idea. I moved back and let his legs drop to around my waist and on the way out of one of my thrusts, I pulled my dick all the way out. It was shiny with my spit and precum and whatever, and whispered to Art "Look." He looked down too, just as I brought my mighty ten-point-two inches of hard cock next to his flaccid little one-and-a-half inch dicklet. I swear the big slick head of my cock was the same size as his entire package - his nub and little marble-sized balls both - and he gasped but then joined me in giggling. It was a crazy contrast - crazy hot!!! I gently cock slapped his junk a few times, covering his dicklet and nuts from both of our views with just my head with each strike. Then I slowly thrust my big dick beside his - really slow - to emphasise that after a third of my dick alone, I'd reached the point where his tiny dicklet would end; further still, to where the average cock might stop. But I still had more dick. A lot more, further up his abdomen I let my cock slide, to the point where one could barely see his dwarfed little dicklet - nature kicking in and us both being way more fascinated by my bigger, better tool. Past the point of the biggest cock by which Art had ever been fucked. And finally, those last two inches, my dick reaching nearer his nipples than his belly button; letting him see for the first time ever where his dick might reach were he as hung as me. My nutsack, again, was enough to envelop his little package - his dicklet and tight little ballsack nestled beneath my shaft but above my big cajones. It was insanely sexy to see his face, so embarrassed by his size earlier, finally start to appreciate the mad contrast. With his dick soft, and mine rock hard, I was almost nine inches bigger than him and I felt like a god. I needed to fuck some more. This was just too hot and my balls were churning in overtime. I drooled a bit loogy onto the tip of my dick as I lined up with his hole again. It was clear he felt empty and in need of it now, as it slid in easily and his only whimpers were soft moans of pleasure. Leaving his legs around my waist this time, and the softness of his slender torso against my tensing abs, I used my glutes to pick up a good rhythm and found a decent angle to fuck, where his eyes started rolling back and he was babbling in my ear. If his babbling started to reach a crescendo, or if I felt I was about to cum, I'd stop or slow down. I wanted this to be a fuck to remember for this little cumslut Art. I would use each and every one of my mighty ten inches, and the raw pathetic reality of his tiny dicklet, to make him submit to me - making him admit to me that he would only ever be a bottom. I had to get another look at my massive fuckclub next to his laughable little nubbin. I pulled away again and looked down. "Oh what's this?" I asked. I guess I was fucking him too well, as he'd sprouted another one of his barely three-inch erections. Damn. It was so much hotter when he was soft. "Are you hard again, baby?" He nodded. "Don't get hard again," I chided him, - until now I'd never really cared whether or not a guy was hard, but it was so sexy to see his total bottominess in both his size and softness. "You don't need an erection. I've got all the erection we need here," I pushed. "Get soft again for me." "Uhhh, I can't," he protested, "you're so hot and so good at fucking." "I know, but you can enjoy that in your mind and you boypussy. Your little dicklet doesn't need to be hard to get fucked by me. Get soft again." "I'll try," he said, closing his eyes and focusing on who-knows-what. I felt his hole tighten around my occasionally - not that there was any chance of me losing my erection, but that kept me hard-as-fuck knowing how bad he needed me inside him. His dicklet wouldn't go down though. I resolved there and then that I was gonna make him stop getting erections. I was gonna get inside his head that he didn't need to be hard to enjoy himself, and wouldn't be able to get hard with any misguided misapprehensions that he would ever, ever top - with me or anyone else. Yeah, that would be hot as fuck. Whatever he was thinking about wasn't helping, or maybe my cheeky dimpled grin and boyband sexy blond fringe was too hot for him, my godlike ten inches too heavenly, for him to go soft. I was gonna have to distract him with something else. I'm naturally dominant, but I rarely need to use force to get what I want. I'd choked and slapped and spanked some bitches - either because they asked for it or I was having a particularly rough day - but normally I'm happy just to be the man for an eager bottom. But I guess a little bit of pain was going to be in order here. I moved my guitar-and-racket-calloused big twunk hands down towards his junk - about six inches of my cock still skewering him - and I took careful aim. (And I mean careful aim, given how tiny the target was.) I rested my middle finger against my thumb and released the trigger, flicking him in the balls. "Owww!" he exclaimed, reflexively, but didn't try to get away. "Get soft for me," I pressured him, "it was so hot when you were soft with my big dick in you. If you want me to fuck you, I'm gonna keep flicking your little nuts `til you're soft again, okay?" He didn't say anything, so I pulled my cock out of him `til it was just his head. I swear I could see his flat soft little tummy of an abdomen deflate as my big cock left him, leaving him feeling empty. "Okay!" he agreed right away, scared I was going to deny him the massive dick he'd clearly already started to crave. "Good boy," I breathed, reassuringly. And then - in sharp contrast - another expertly aimed THWACK against his little nutsack. "Ahhhh!" he gasped again, in pain, but it started working. That tiny dicklet writhed like a little worm - contracting and shrinking in size. Not small enough, I thought, then THWACK "Tssss," he hissed. This was more like it. I saw that small nub he had thought of as a penis get even thinner and even shorter. My dick, a little further away from and still plugging his butt, was thicker than his ballsack by some margin. Fuck, no wonder he needed my cock inside him so bad. "Niiice," I crooned in his ear some more. "I love how cute and tiny your dick looks when it's soft. Was that okay? Does my dick still feel good in your boypussy." "Mm hmm," he agreed, nodding and opening his eyes to look in mine. There were some tears in them again. Fuck, I love it when boys do things that make them cry just to give me pleasure. "See. You don't need a little hard-on for your hole to feel good," I laboured the point, trying to sound reassuring. He nodded his assent again. I took one last look at the seven or so inches of my dick not already inside him, making such an awesome juxtaposition to his pathetic little dicklet - he must wonder through life enviously curious of hung studs like me, I thought - and plunged my dick in him all the way again. If he got even a little harder again during that fuck I was too focused on cumming to notice. I pounded him away, telling what a good boy, a good little bitch, a gooood cumslut he was, making out with his lips and neck and growling in his ear, feeling his overwhelmed whimpers and wriggling beneath me. After another five minutes of fucking I just couldn't hold back any more and gave one last thrust inside him, throwing my head back and barely noticing as he started up entranced at my lionine powerfuck. "Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUCK! Gonna breed you, baby. Gonna make you mine. Fucking take that load," I growled. I filled him with a huge load, and started panting, then I whispered breathily in his ear, "Fuck that was good." Feeling his lankier body smushed beneath my tight muscles relax too, I left my dick inside his now well-slicked hole as we both caught our breath. Thank fuck for PrEP, I thought, because there is something psychologically so hot about not just using a guy's hole for my dick's pleasure, but shooting my babies in him. Man, if I could get bottoms pregnant, I'd already have so much child support to pay at nineteen, I thought. We dozed off for a bit. At first I was thinking about how I had to see this boy again, this bottom again (he was a total bottom - I just had to make sure he knew it). Then I started dreaming about how hot it would be if instead of 6'2" he were 6 inches tall - tiny enough to stash in my boxers on a sweaty summer's day, and occasionally take out for him for fun, for him to climb or grovel to or get pinned down by a cock bigger than his entire self - my ten-inch alpha teen dick. - - - If any of you tiny-dicked little sluts, or hung studs like me, wanna get in touch and compare notes my email is [email protected] Did you know that little Art's tried his hand at some stories too? https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boyclit/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-six-twink-top-lodgers Lemme know what you think.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dominant-mans-burden	Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2024 16:14:25 +0000 From: werty238 Subject: The Dominant Man's Burden Note to reader: A fan challenged me to write a story from a Dom point-of-view. That's not usually where my headspace is, but here's my attempt to meet that challenge. "Get over here, faggot. I need my favorite chair." "Yes, sir." It slips in my purpose designed desk chair. It is face up with its head and chest on the seat. There's an opening for its lower half to slip through the backrest and a support for it to rest its bottom and legs. This one is experienced. It already has its hands stuck out in the shape of cup holders. I sit full weight on its chest and it lets out a satisfying groan. I rest my large cock and balls on its face. It may lick them while I work. I just finished my morning workout and haven't showered yet. My natural scent drives this sub insane with hornyness, and that's a great state of mind for it to be in. I'm going to be working here for a while. Having this thing available to torment is a great way to alleviate boredom. In its current position it won't be able to get me drink refills so I put one large glass of water in each of its hands. These glasses are wide, tall, and filled to the brim. They hold a liter each. "Don't spill a drop, boy." "Yes, sir." There's plenty of desk space here to put my drinks. But it likes to feel useful to me and I like to test its limits. Plus if it does spill any, I'll enjoy making it lick it off the floor. This one is right handed, so I will drink from the right hand cup first. I like to make its weaker hand hold the heavy cup the longest. I'm working on my spreadsheet of subs. I currently have 24 active subs, 10 inactive ones, and I'm chatting with 15 guys who could be active subs in the future. Always looking to add to my collection. I gather lots of information about all of them and input the data into this spreadsheet. I consult this information before interacting with any of them. This information includes likes, dislikes, childhood memories, favorite foods, relationship histories, and much more. They are required to tell me everything about themselves. Information is power, and with this information I can better control them. It makes them feel touched that I can recall certain details about them, which is useful in building loyalty. Every sub is different and managing them properly requires creating a regimen specific to them. And you never know when certain information will be useful in playing mental games with them. I dominate them physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. The active subs are all available to me most any time I want. A message from me and they'll make themselves immediately available for any service I desire. The inactive ones used to belong to me, but that situation ended for one reason or another. I still keep them in my spreadsheet just in case their status changes to active again. All active subs are ranked. The one under me now is 1. It's been with me the longest. I have complete control over it. It, 2, and 3 live here. 1 trained the other two. Not in anything sexual, I take care of that. But in all the other sorts of service I require: cleaning, shopping, cooking, laundry, etc. These three have jobs. They pay for their own needs and the four of us split household costs equally. They work different shifts so that at least one of them is available for my use at all times. Right now 3 is at its job and 2 is sleeping. At the other end of the spectrum is 24. It lives its life as it wishes most of the time, but once a month or so I'll command it to complete a task it's especially good at and it will perform it. The rest are somewhere in between these extremes. Subs can move up and down the rankings, or become inactive, and new ones can be added. Every time I have an interaction with them I will record what activities it performed for me, and anything new I may have learned about it from the experience. This spreadsheet is a living document that needs constant updating. How boring it would be if I didn't have a sub to torment while I work on it. I should never have to experience a moment of boredom. Time for some amusement. "Open your mouth as wide as you can, boy." It opens wide. I'm going to see just how far I can fit my hand down its throat until it gags. This faggot is good. I'm in pretty deep before it makes those beautiful gagging sounds. And it doesn't spill a drop of my water. It is such a good boy. I pull out my hand. "God dammit, boy. You made a mess on my hand." I wipe its saliva and throat gunk on its face and hair. "Sorry, sir." Every sub in my service is a consenting adult male. I refer to them as boys not as an indication of their age, but as a reflection of their inferior status to me. 1, for example, is ten years older than I am. Also, they are not men. I'm a man. I take what I want from life. I conquer. I control. I dominate. These boys are submissive in the extreme. They give without end. They yield. They happily endure any pain, humiliation, or discomfort I demand if they think it will give me even a second of pleasure. They are stunted developmentally. Obviously male, but not men. Most of them are shorter than average and have small dicks. It's like they were on their way to be men and stopped at some point. Physical features are not the defining characteristic of these boys, however, as some of my subs are tall, physically strong, or have big cocks. Their mentality of weakness is the one thing they all share. They are fascinated by my strength, something they will never possess. They long to obey, to give, and to serve. My desires, my pleasure, my commands, my wishes mean everything to them. They put me above everything. One kind word from me will fill them with ecstasy for days. My disappointment in them is a devastating blow to their self worth. Far more painful than any physical punishment I could give them. They worship me like a god. Why are they like this? I don't know, but I'm glad they are. Look at how I've used 1 so far. Would any man accept this treatment? Of course not. But it not only accepts, it LOVES this treatment. This thing is so turned on right now, just oozing precum out of its little cock cage. Knowing this pours rocket fuel on my already enormous ego and self esteem. I deserve its complete devotion. It wants nothing more than for me to feel good. I want nothing more than for me to feel good. We work in unison for the same goal. I reach back and smack its balls roughly a few times. I like the pained groans it makes. And it still didn't spill any water. There's a reason this one is ranked number 1. "Good boy." It blushes. In my spreadsheet I also record boundaries. I don't cross a sub's boundaries. Some tell me right out what their boundaries are, sometimes we discover them together. Early on I fucked up. One of my inactives was my very first real sub. I crossed a boundary with it and it left my service forever. It had real potential to be like number 1 here. But now it's gone. An inactive sub is useless to me. So, I became careful with boundaries after that. I'm a strict master but I'm logical as well. It's illogical to drive away an obedient sub. 1 here only has two hard boundaries. And I've never crossed them. Early in its training it has some other soft boundaries. But, with my help, it worked on itself to eliminate those so it could better serve me. How did I get into the business of managing all these boys? I was born into a wealthy family with live-in servants. All of my life I've been accustomed to having people obey me and provide me with whatever I want, whenever I want it. I'm tall, handsome, athletic, and have a uniquely large penis. These qualities have made it easy for me to attract sexual partners. In high school it became clear that I was gay and in college it became clear that I had a certain power over people. Talking to them in a direct and confident way seemed to make them even more attracted to me. In a moment of passion just saying, "suck my dick" made them drop to their knees and do it. I pushed further to see what I could get away with. For some guys I went too far. But there was a type of guy that I could push to their absolute limit and they would beg for more.These guys loved my aggressive nature. The more I asserted the more they yielded. The more I demanded the more they gave. I came to understand that these were real faggots and they were the ideal sexual partner for me. My physical features attract all sorts of guys. But my domineering nature really spellbinds a faggot. They want to give me everything and I want them to give me everything. It was during this time that I learned how chastity was an excellent tool to control them. I began to require my subs to be in cock cages, and strictly limited their orgasms. At first I did it just because I enjoyed making them work hard to give me a pleasure they weren't allowed for themselves, and to reinforce our unequal status. But I noticed something more. A constant state of hornyness made them even more obedient and open to suggestion. A sub that has just cum is useless. They get sleepy or start thinking about themselves. They should always be alert and thinking of me. A sub obeying my every command in the hopes that I might reward it with an orgasm someday is very useful. Ideally a sub would never orgasm. Practically that's not possible though. The reward of one is another method of control. If they lose hope that one will never come, then the mental hold I have over them might weaken. So, they get them, but they are rare and unpredictable. Well, unpredictable to them. I track their orgasms in the spreadsheet. I know when I'm going to let each one of them cum again. I've finished one glass of my water and need to piss. "Open your mouth, boy." It opens wide and I grab a handful of its hair and pull its head up to my crotch and insert my penis into its mouth and start pissing. It eagerly drinks up. It's so thirsty for my piss. This one is well trained. Not a drop leaves its mouth. Mid stream I suddenly have an idea. "Hold the last bit of piss in your mouth boy and don't swallow it yet." I get out a sharpie and write `FAG' in big letters on its forehead. "Open your mouth so I can see that piss." I position my large penis on one side of its face. I make sure my muscular thighs are visible on either side of its head. I snap a picture and post it on Twitter with the caption "this could be you." I know this will attract a number of faggots in my DMs so jealous of 1 here. My sub list will grow from this. "You may drink the rest now, boy." One final gulp of its throat and I hear what I need to hear: "Thank you, sir." It must always thank me for the gifts I give it. After college, I did a couple of jobs. I never really needed a career as the trust fund my parents set up for me became completely accessible once I graduated. I didn't enjoy working. The only thing I enjoy is managing subs. And since I don't need money I decided to pursue this life full time. I had several subs by then, but I was only using them for sex. These faggots are so giving. Perhaps they would give me even more than just sexual favors. Maybe they would give me complete control of their lives. I decided to create a test case to see if this could work. 1 here had already been a regular sub for a couple of years by then. It was my best boy. There was no abuse or degradation from me that it didn't love. It would be a perfect guinea pig. It agreed to my proposal without much persuasion. It would become my property. It would live here and serve me full time. And I would make all of its life decisions. It would maintain its career, pay its own way, and share in the expenses of the household. It would be granted sick leave and occasional time off to visit family, etc. Otherwise it was mine. Available to do whatever service I wanted. A great thing about 1 here is that it is a successful financial analyst. It has an good salary and is wealthy in its own right. One of the services it provides for me is managing my finances and I have become significantly wealthier as a result. It does my taxes, oversees my investments, etc. I don't even have to think about my money. Such a burden was lifted. I own 1 completely. It has my complete trust. It would never even contemplate stealing a penny from me. In fact, it would give me all of its money if I asked, but I don't need it. After a year of this arrangement, the test was successful. I had complete control over 1's life. This let me know that I could recruit others to this level of servitude as well. I became accustomed to the time it was available to me, and decided I deserved to have that around the clock. With its career and sleeping, it was usually only available to me 8 hours a day. That's not enough. Why should I ever have to get a drink for myself or walk all the way to the toilet to piss when a slave could provide that service? I spoke to 1 sharply: "You are a failure, boy. You're not available 24/7 and I have to do things for myself sometimes. You know I deserve to be serviced whenever I want. And since you have failed to provide that, you must find a solution by the end of this week." I already knew what the solution was, but why should I do all the work? Making 1 come up with it on its own will accomplish a couple of things: it'll think it was useful to me in finding the solution. And it will feel responsible for making "its" plan work. A couple of days later as it was kneeling before me massaging my feet, it said: "Sir, I believe I have a solution to address my failures. You should bring in at least two additional slaves to live here. They should also have jobs so they can contribute to household expenses. But make sure that the three of us have different work schedules. We'll create a rotation where each one of us is personally available to you eight hours a day. Thus ensuring you are never without service. Each slave will have ten hours a day for work, including commute time, etc. And six hours for sleeping. One or two substitute slaves should be trained as substitutes to fill in when a primary one is sick or has a day off. These substitutes should be required to pay rent for the room and board they receive on the days they are here. As, unlike the permanent slaves, they would not regularly contribute to the household expenses." "Excellent work, boy. I think this is a workable solution. But I have some additional requirements: 1. You must manage the schedules and daily activities of the other slaves. You will educate them on how to do the chores exactly as I like them done, how I like my meals prepared, etc. And you will be held responsible when they fuck up. 2. If you or one of the others is sick or has a day off, it is your responsibility to ensure that a substitute is here to fill in when needed. I must never experience any disruption in service. 3. No slave can leave their shift until the next one has already begun theirs. 4. No slave can eat, use the bathroom, or take care of any other personal needs during their eight hours of service. They must take care of those things during the other sixteen hours of their day. For those eight hours they must only think of me and not commit any acts of selfishness. 5. Slaves may not have any sexual contact with each other. They cannot touch each other at all. They may not become friends. They each have an individual relationship with me and not with each other. They may not discuss anything with each other except topics related to the operation of the household, and only that when absolutely necessary. 6. As you are responsible for their failures I will grant you the power to discipline them. However, you may not touch them. Any punishment you give must not be physical and absolutely cannot be sexual in nature. If you violate this rule you will be immediately dismissed." We looked over my list of subs and identified two candidates to be permanent slaves (2 and 3). We also made 4 and 5 regular substitutes. I now have constant service. And can focus all my time doing all the things I truly love to spend time doing, like working on this spreadsheet, and thinking up new torments for my subs. It's amusing to see how intelligent and devious number 1 is. It's very strict on the lower ranking subs, and enforces the rules with precision. The punishments it has come up with include: sleep deprivation, bread and water rations, sleeping on the floor instead of their regular cots, etc. It would have made for a good Dom had it not been born a pathetic little-dicked faggot. Time for me to finish up here. About half a cup of water left. I put both hands around its neck and choke with all my strength. Its face is as red as a beet. It's shaking violently now. And there it is, some water spilled out of the cup. Mission accomplished. I release my grip. "You disobedient little shit. I told you not to spill my water." I slap it hard across the face. "I'm so sorry sir. Please forgive me." I drink the rest of the water and open a porn video of me throatfucking a different sub. I have cameras everywhere and I record everything. I stick my penis in its mouth and grab two handfuls of its hair. I pull its head toward me as I thrust my penis forward. I want to enjoy every minute of this. I start with slow deep thrusts and gradually accelerate. I'm mostly watching this video, but this sub is making excellent gagging noises now. I glance at it to watch the tears stream down its face. It's still holding the two empty cups of water in its hands. Damn that's sexy. Now back to the video. Faster and faster I go until finally I cum my load in its mouth. Oh, it's a big load. What a lucky boy. "Every drop, boy." I keep it in for a while until every bit of my cum has left me and has been consumed by this unworthy faggot. I stand up. "Stop lying around you lazy shit. Get on all fours and lick up the water you spilled." "Yes sir." I watch it licking up the water. Then I step behind it and kick it hard in the balls. It collapses on the floor, groaning in pain, and it cums a big oozing mess out of its cock cage. This one cums from cock and ball torture, and today is 1's lucky day. I knew after a morning with my musky crotch in its face, it would take only one swift kick to its balls to achieve orgasm. It has been a good boy. It deserved this reward. "Thank you, sir." "You're welcome. Now pull yourself together. Lick up the rest of this water and the mess you made. Once you're done, make my lunch. I'm starving. I'll be waiting in the living room." "Yes, sir. Managing these boys is hard work. But someone has to do it. Thank you for reading. Please consider donating to Nifty here: https://donate.nifty.org/. It's a fantastic resource for the LGBT community that deserves your support.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/shrinking-his-dicklet/shrinking-his-dicklet-4	Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2023 08:49:43 +0000 From: Mathias Gold Subject: Shrinking His Dicklet -- chapter four Chapter Four: Spring - - - This is a story about my massive cock, and the tiny dicklet of this bottom I used to date. All you subs with little nubs should donate to Nifty! #SPH #GaySPH #SizeMatters #Phallocracy #SmallPenisHumiliation? More like #SmallClitHumiliation! - - - We were in Art's South London maisonette. The camera was rolling, the light's were set, and it was time for the big reveal. After three months of continuous chastity, several of our OnlyFans followers were curious to know whether the cage had worked in shrinking Art's dicklet and stopping him from getting erections. I decided to open our livestream by making Art work for his boyclit's freedom. Normally I'm pretty dom and like to be on top when I top, but I sat on an armchair with my massive alpha cock pointing over ten inches towards the ceiling, and made him mount it - bouncing up and down to work for my load. It took him about half an hour, and I could see he was struggling - with both my size still and the hard work of raising and lowering himself onto my big pole rhythmically. It felt fucking great for me though; his hole was still so tight and velvety smooth, and I knew I'd be breeding him with a huge load soon. I threw my head back as I came and cuddled him close to me. Normally he likes to snuggle after earning my cum, but I could tell he was anxious to get the cage off too. Acquiescing, I created a good camera angle where the viewers could see me release the padlock - and had Art do the rest in terms of removing the cage and the ring. I had our trusty ruler to the ready and measured: The results were okay, if a little underwhelming "One-point-three inches," I announced to the camera and the world. Three months of the inability to get an erection had atrophied Art's little dicklet tissue by all of zero-point-two inches. Better than nothing, but it felt like a lot of hard work for such `little' results. I'd turned twenty a few weeks ago, and it occurred to me that my big cock hadn't been measured for a few months. I decided to add that into the show. The numbers bear repeating for everyone to hear anyway, and maybe my last year or two of biological adolescence might have bestowed on me an even greater gift. I had Art get on his knees and measure my hardening dick. It got real big - from knowing we'd shrunk his cock successfully, albeit modestly; from knowing how much more huge mine was; and from knowing we had about 800 people on the internet watching. As Art measured it, a smile flashed across both our faces "Ten-point-four inches!" he exclaimed, more for me than the camera. Sweeeeeet! That chastity cage had made him lose point-two inches, and my alpha stud body had grown another point-two inches of dick all of its own accord. The poetry of it all almost made up for the fact I was so close to but not quite ten-and-a-half inches. I started cockslapping his face, as the camera looked at us side on, wondering whether to end the show there or if I fancied another fuck. Yeahhh, I wanted to get an angle of me fucking him missionary where you could see my massive bigger-than-ever cock pistoning in his pussy, with his little dicklet in view. So I lay him down on the sofa, moved the camera around, and mounted that couch as deftly as I was about to mount my tiny-dicked boyfriend's pussyhole. I alternated between kissing him and slapping him - giving the different fans a bit of what they want, but it also described our relationship pretty well - passionate, intense, and with one of us clearly in charge. Glancing down at his dicklet, uncaged for the first time in three months, was weird. But my initial distaste for it changed as I realised something ... he wasn't getting hard! That laughable little dicklet was just jiggling around to the rhythm of my grinding, thrusting, pounding hips as I smashed open that little pussy once more and felt it squeeze gratefully around my massive shaft. Now THAT was fucking hot. Not just a tiny-dicked bottom, but a limp one at that. Power hormones flooded through me as my understanding of the difference between Alphas like me and faggots like Art reached new heights. Watching him whimper, alternating between pleasure and pain, just how I like to inflict it with my mighty fuck club was hot too - I grabbed his hair, kissed him roughly, then pulled his head down so he could see it too. He knew what I wanted him to see right away, and his eyes lit up - with actual pride. I was moulding this bottom's mind to the point that he WANTED to be small for me, he WANTED to be soft for me - and that was such a fucking power kick and the best feeling in the world. After firing another huge and explosive load of cum from my monster cock into his smooth wet pliant hole, I told him and our 800 live viewers how proud I was of him for being a flaccid little bottom, then switched off the camera. - - - A week later, I woke up in bed with Art. Ninety percent of the time, I'm the big spoon, but even a cocky young top like me likes to be cuddled sometimes. This morning, I woke up with Art spooning me. Early on in the relationship, I'd instinctively moved my leg far away from where his little boners might touch halfway down my thigh (don't want anyone getting the wrong ideas!). However subconsciously, however, this last week I'd not been bothering when Art spooned me; maybe I liked the new unthreatening softness of that tiny dick, knowing how I'd taken away its erections and some of its size made me feel like the fucking MAN! A week after the unlock, however, something didn't feel quite right. It was still small and pretty soft, but not what I remembered from the previous few mornings. I jolted forward out of the hug and whipped off the duvet-- He had a fucking semi!!! Three months of locking up his cock had granted me just one week of having a no-boner boyfriend. For fuck's sake!!! I'd only just shrunk him down to one-point-three inches; but this semi had to be approaching two inches. Still pitifully below average, and nowhere near my ten-point-four inches of prime alpha meat, but it just wasn't good enough. I wanted my puny dicklet boyfriend to have the smallest, softest clit in the world - so that he and everyone else knew without equivocation that he was a receptacle for dick and cum who would never, ever use his little boyclit for anything but pissing (- and even then, only sitting down!). I knew it wouldn't be fair to shout at him, so I didn't bother waking him up. I stormed from his bedroom to his living room, and started searching on Google on my iPhone for better ways I could fucking fix this. - - - A week later, I had exactly what I needed. We were in my favourite position, on the sofa at Art's place, his head in my lap as he played with my weighty ten-inch schlong - not trying to get me off, he was just gently caressing it, tugging at it and adoring it. I had my hand along his back, gently stroking the crack between his killer butt cheeks. "Art, darling," I began, softly. "I think I've got a solution to all your little erections." "What is it?" he said. His tiny hard-ons didn't annoy him as much as they annoyed me, but I knew he wanted to please me. "Pass me my rucksack," I told him; and he got up and did as he was told. I rummaged around in the bag and pulled it out. A bottle, bought online, of 365 oestrogen hormone therapy tablets. "What the fuck?" asked Art, genuinely shocked. "You want to turn me into a girl?!" "No, relax," I said, remaining calm to help soothe him. "They're not very strong ones. I don't want you to get tits or anything. These will just help with stopping you from getting hard so much. You want to be my soft little bottom boy, right?" "Seems a little extreme," he protested. "Can't we just try the cage again?" The custom-built world's smallest chastity cage lay unused and unloved since I'd released Art's little boyclit from it a fortnight earlier. "No, fuck that cage!" I blurted, perhaps a little too angrily. I tried to calm myself again. "It was so expensive, and didn't keep you soft for long enough or smaller enough as we wanted at all, did it?" I wasn't sure how much he wanted it; but I was determined to have the smallest softest dicked bottom in humanity. My hard ten-inch cock bounced of its own accord as I thought about it, drawing looks from both me and Art. We bickered back and forth for forty minutes. Him saying he wasn't sure medicine was the right route; me asking whether he didn't want to let me know what a stud I was; him saying he'd try harder to stay soft; me saying the ball-flicking method was suboptimal. Finally, I snapped. "Fine!" I said. "If you don't want to be a limp little bottom for your man, then no dick for you." I strained to get my hard-on back in my skinny jeans and zipped them up, and we both watched it straining against the left leg - a substantial dickprint as ever. It wasn't in my nature not to stick it in a nearby willing hole when I was hard, but there was a lesson Art had to learn. - - - For a week, we did everything normally ... except I wouldn't fuck Art or let him suck me. That's not to say I wasn't getting off. I hit up a few old hook-ups and found some new ones, getting them to let me take pics and vids of them choking on my alpha cock or using it to smash in their back doors, and messaging them to Art. That accounted for half of my loads that week. The other half I had to make do myself. I'd wake up with morning wood, with Art next to me, and reach down and start wanking myself off. I'd make sure to `accidentally' knock my elbow into him to wake him up if I had to. The first couple of times he instinctively did what he loved to do, and what I'd have expected him to do, and moved his sleepy cocksucking lips under the duvet to suck out my morning load. But that week I stopped him "No, I don't want it," I'd say, matter-of-factly. He looked crestfallen. He stared at my hand working its way up and down my big shaft. I added a second hand just for show - letting him know he was missing a chance to get my ten-point-four inch pole down his throat or up his pussy because he was disappointing me. I'd moved the duvet away so he could get a real good look; and he stared the whole time, his little three-inch hard-on - there, but untouched; but almost back to its pre-cage size, letting me know I was doing what had to be done. I came a moderate amount (no one who gets hole as easily as I do likes to wank, but it was obviously still bigger than any of the little faggasms I'd started giving Art once a week or so - I like to keep him horny), splurting my hot young cum all over my chest, hand and shaft, trickling down to my weighty balls. Art moved forward again to lick it up for me, but I used my wrist to push his head away, stood up, wiped it on a towel, which I put straight into the washing machine - making sure I closed the machine's door loud enough that he could hear. Seven days of this brought him to breaking point. As I started stroking my cock for my daily morning wank, he begged: "OKAY. I'll do it. Please! Please give me your dick again!" "You'll do what? And why?" "I'll take the pills because you want me to." "No, that doesn't sound very enthusiastic," I chided him. "Be more specific. It's a big decision - you said so yourself." "I'll take the hormones to make my dick soft," he said, nervously, but I could see his horniness and desperation for my cock were winning over. "Because you're the only one who needs erections. You have all the erections we need." Well, I'll be damned if the little sub didn't directly quote me back to me. Perfect! "Okay, baby, well if you're sure," I said. I'd kept the pill bottle in my rucksack, knowing he'd break eventually. As I procured it, he dived forward to try to take the pills for me. "Nah, I've got a better idea. Kneel down." We picked a spot in front of the bedroom mirror, so I could see him in his rightful place - subservient on his knees - me towering over him as my massive cock towered over his face - longer than head. We both looked over at this awesome sight. Then I face-fucked him hard, having a lot of built up tension from the week of disagreement. You'd have thought he'd be out of practice, but he swallowed my ten inches better than he'd ever swallowed it before - clearly hungry for a real cock inside him again. I released his head and let him take over for a bit, and undid the lid of the pill bottle full of feminising hormones. Fuck me! It was so hot. Art was such a good little boy, such a non-man, he was going to girlify himself for me. Just the idea was enough to bring me to the edge, which was perfect because-- I jerked Art's head from my massive throbbing cock, I placed one of the little pink pills on his tongue, and jerked my fuck club with the plum-sized head pointed right at his mouth and BLAM BLAM BLAM I used my masculine essence - spray after spray of my cum - to fire that feminising little tablet straight into Art's gullet, where it could start to work its softening magic. Art glanced up at me with some apprehension, but also an appreciative lusty stare; and opened his mouth to show me he'd swallowed everything down, before kissing my dick over and over, grateful to have it back in his life and his holes. - - - It only took a week before I knew I'd made the right choice. The chastity cages had taken several months of hard work to produce moderate results for just a week. The oestrogen was giving me what I wanted and Art what he needed after just seven days. I noticed it, as is often the case, in the mornings - when Art's little three-inch boners had been most consistent. But I'd been watching intently every morning. By day two, he was back down to a two-inch semi. And now, on day seven, we'd had three mornings in a row of no erection whatsoever. While he was giving me my morning blowjob, I pointed it out to him "Are you enjoying my big dick?" I asked him. "Mmm-hmmm," he mumbled, with my massive glans stuffing his mouth, nodding his head. He was deliberately letting little rivulets of saliva drip down, making sure my big shaft was slick for his lips and fingers. "Are you sure? You're not hard at all." He looked up at me, with a mixture of pride and apprehension - but the positive emotions were definitely starting to outweigh the scared ones, especially after all the praise I heaped on him for staying soft. His eyes smiled, and I smiled back at him, holding his hair gently - I took my massive cock by the base - a good seven or eight inches of it still poking out from my fist - and smacked it against his face. I knew at that moment, and Art knew too I think, that the loud thudding thwack of my mighty cock against his cheeks made a noise and inflicted a slap that his soft, shrinking little dicklet would never achieve. I shoved my cock back between his lips, the head running over his tongue, feeling out for his throat which felt awesome constricting tight and wet on my shaft, and I used him like a fleshjack to bring myself to a truly mindblowing orgasm. - - - Another week thereafter, after two weeks on the pills, we decided to tell the Twitter and OnlyFans following about the tablets. I just HAD to have the world know what I was doing to this already tiny-dicked bottom, and that he was letting me do it, as I stripped him of whatever claim to manhood his three-inch boners might previously have given him. And if some doms and subs out there can be inspired by us and find their way to this blissful arrangement, then all the better. My parents were away for the Easter break, so we were at their place in Chelsea in the garden. I didn't give a fuck if the neighbours saw us naked, with the cameras rolling - in fact, why shouldn't they know the kid who grew up next door to them was packing a massive cock, and his boyfriend had the tiddliest dick around? I had Art give a monologue to the camera "Hey everyone. It's Art here," he said, even the way he spoke was getting a bit softer with these pills. He was totally naked - no jockstrap, no cage - just that soft little peepee for all the world to see. His chest hair was still there, but it too had become sparser and more soft - it was ideal - a bit feminised, but still letting us both know that here knelt what was once a man whose manhood I had vanquished with my fucked up mind and ten-inch dick. "So, Matthias got these special tablets for me. As you know, Matt's got one of the biggest dicks around - ten-point-four inches the last time we measured it. I love his big cock - it's seven inches around, and sometimes it's too much for even me to take, but when he fucks me good my dicklet leaks and I know I was born to take dick." He'd come up with the copy, but I'd given some edits `til we were both happy with it "My little dicklet on the other hand," he continued to camera, "was barely three inches hard. But Matt's always said I don't need to be hard, which is why he got me these girly pills. I'm gonna take one for you now guys, okay?" This was my cue to stride on to camera, with a big eight-inch semi swinging between my legs. Art looked right into my eyes and placed that oestrogen tablet on his tongue, and I took aim with my cock and started PISSING, in the garden, right in his mouth. Yeah, that's right. I've even got the little bottom boy drinking piss directly from my dick - I want him to worship everything about my cock and what comes from it: precum, jizz and even my piss. It was so hot that my MIGHTY cock was the thing pushing that shrinking pill down his throat and into his sissifying bloodstream for me. After he'd gulped it up like a good boy, showing his empty mouth first to me and then to camera, I took over the talking. "So I bet you guys are wondering what Art's lil boyclit looks like now, huh? We're gonna show you." I had a hunch of what the numbers were going to show, and I was VERY excited; but we hadn't measured yet, as I wanted to get it on camera. I moved the `phone, still rolling, into a bird's eye view as Art used the back of his hand to lift his balls slightly so that soft pitiful little dicklet of his I've grown to love was horizontal. I brought our old friend the ruler up against it. "One-point-one inches," I called out. Art bit his lip, and I grinned ecstatically for the camera. Around us, flowers bloomed in the spring time air; I'd bloomed another massive erection; but Art's dicklet wasn't blooming at all - it was soft and impassive - as his bottomhood bloomed anew. By this point - as I said - my huge boner was rock hard again, and I took away the ruler and put my cock there instead. My erection was now over TEN TIMES longer than Art's pathetic little boyclit, and I began using my huge schlong to slap-slap-slap his tiny package for the viewers at home - the plum-sized head of my cock, bullying and bigger than his little balls and dicklet. We'll have to get on The Visualiser again, I vowed to myself, and run these numbers through. My dick might have another year left of growth in it; while Art's is shrinking closer and closer to what nature intended. Leaving the camera with its bird's eye view, I let Art get on his knees so he could blow me. The size disparity gave me a rush that made my cock feel extra powerful and pleasured as I pounded away at his throat, looking down at his watering eyes and flushed cheeks - almost a year of dating, and my dick still makes him cry. Fucking sweet! As I was reaching the edge of another awesome cumshot I made him stand up, so I could shoot my load all over his little boyclit - rubbing in the changes I had made, for my sake, for his, and for all the world to see. - - - As the end of spring approached, so did the one-year anniversary of me meeting Art. I'd made a few changes to his wardrobe by then. While I am a 110% hole-seeking total top, girls and women have never really interested me. Maybe because I love the different sizes of dick out there - and especially having one of the biggest - ploughing some chick has never appealed `cos she doesn't have anything with which I can compete and win. But some of you fans out there introduced me to concepts such as femboys and boywives and sissies, and I have to say I found it pretty hot. So that's when I started replacing all of Art's jockstraps with panties - thongs were a particular favourite, keeping his killer butt on show, and being just a string's pull away from me fucking him whenever and where I want. What I especially love is that while jocks are designed for men, giving them a little pouch for a dick at the front - which Art couldn't really fill, but it made him look bigger down there than he is, - panties are designed for girls, and did a fantastic job of almost smoothing down where Art's vanishingly tiny boyclit was. That turned me on like fuck. So here I had Art, still a man to the outside world, albeit one who needs to shave less, and with even softer slim curves than when I met him - laying on his back with me 69ing him while he wore nothing but a bright red thong for me. I'd pulled that string aside and devoured his pussy like a starving man - mad with lust for what a pussyboy I'd turned him into, while my massive alpha cock hammered at his throat, throbbing with pleasure at every splutter of pain I heard him make. That was pretty heavenly and was almost enough to make me cum. But I pulled myself back from shooting my load, pulling my dick back too so Art could worship it expertly with his cocksucking tongue. A moment of curiosity struck me. I stopped eating out his hole for a second and looked at the beautiful near-flat front of the thong, but then pulled that aside too-- There it was. The perfectly limp and tiny dicklet I had created. I'd not touched Art's junk very much - the early and now unnecessary ball-flicking to make him soft aside - but seeing it there, so tiny, so inert, so totally unlike an actual cock made me curious. I reached forward with my tennis-calloused thumb and forefinger, which must have felt so rough and manly next to his softness, and closed them around that pencil thin little nub. I didn't wank it up and down with the two digits like he was a boy, of course - there'd barely have been room to do even that even if I wanted to. I just sort of wiggled it from side to side. Even though he had the massive cock he loved in his mouth, and even though that little pin dick was being touched, it made no effort to get hard whatsoever - I didn't feel so much as a single weak rush of blood to it - as I jiggled it back and forth for my amusement, thinking about how harmless and useless it was - not a dick at all. I prodded his balls, which were atrophying too; no longer firm-ish and marble sized, they'd shrunk down to something akin to raisins, too small for his already tiny nutsack. And that dicklet - it looked the smallest it had ever looked - I had the sudden urge to measure it right away. Pulling my cock from Art's mouth, I went to fetch the ruler, and brought it up against the little boyclit I had created. I swelled with pride, for me, for Art, for the phallocratic hierarchy and the natural order of the world - 0.9". I gave it another little jiggle. Nothing, not a hint of a semi. FUCK YES!!!!! I was shaking with excitement a little as I tried to measure myself, so I had to get Art to do it for me. My dick was throbbing with probably the most massive hard-on I'd had in my young life - and I'm pleased to say that that late spring my massive alpha COCK finally topped out at just over 10.5" - with probably another year of growing to even more mind-blowing hugeness if I was lucky. When I later measured our exact lengths and girths later (a massive 26.7cm and 18.4cm for me; and a tiny 2.3cm and 3.8cm for Art) and worked out the volumes, it turned out I was now not just more than ten times longer - but I had 222 more volume than he did. My MASTER COCK was TWO-HUNDRED-AND-TWENTY-TWO times bigger than Art's little dicklet; he was already a fraction of the man I was when I met him, and now I had shrunk him down to less than half-a-percent of the man I was. Isn't that fucking wild?! But I didn't run those numbers `til the next day. Art had put the front of his panties back over his little peepee again by this point, and it was almost perfectly flat. As I got up on the bed and spread his legs, ready to fuck him, I looked carefully and realised that it wasn't his limp little shrimp dick making the small bulge, but his nutsack. I needed his hole right away. I spread his legs around me and pulled his thong string aside, needing no spit after eating his boypussy earlier, and pressed insistently at that smooth tight hole: my big 10.5" bludgeon easily defeating any resistance. It was a hard and brutal fuck, `cos I was just so horny. I leant forwards to kiss him, but also so I could use my tensed rock hard slim-toned abs to smash into his atrophied little package with each of my aggressive thrusts. It only took three or four before I started hearing him whimper and blubber into my kisses. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked him, pulling away from the kiss, but continuing to slam my hard torso into what was left of his little nuts with full force. "Nothing," he blubbed, lying for me - he could see how thrilled I was that he'd shrunk his little dicklet down to less than an inch for me, and now didn't get erections at all. I'd definitely keep him on these pills for as long as we were boyfriends: they were working wonders. But it wasn't until his dicklet had shrunk to less than an inch that I really put thought into his tender little nuts, which I was currently whacking into with my tight muscles - every fuck thrust I slammed into him eliciting yelps and whimpers of pain, causing his hole to tighten and increasing my pleasure. I wondered to myself, if I fucked him like this from now on, he might learn that his tiny little balls are useless too. Maybe if he learnt the only thing they had to offer was the pain of me fucking into them he might agree with a wicked idea forming in my mind that would bring him even closer to what nature intended. Fuck, the idea was almost enough to make me cum; and I had to slow down a few times, before continuing the assault on his hole and on his balls. When I met Art, his little three-inch hard-ons were so tiny compared to my ten inches, he knew that he was a pussyboy and I was THE MAN. Despite his reluctance, he'd let me parade him around London, Europe and the internet, making sure everyone knew about his pathetic little clit and my mighty cock, so they all knew he was a pussyboy and I was THE MAN. Then he'd let me lock away that useless excuse for cock, making sure he couldn't even wank like a boy, let alone ever top (as if), while I used his hole to make myself cum over and over - because he was the pussyboy and I was THE MAN. Now he takes these girly pills for me every day, washing them down with blast after blast of my piss and cum, and they've shrunk his little dicklet to less than an inch and ensured he never gets so much as a semi; a limp bottom with me, with others and alone, with my ten-and-a-half inches towering above him, a giant among tinies - because he is a pussyboy and I am THE MAN. I'd never remove my boywife's clit - I love it as a tiny little reminder to both of us that he's the pussyboy and I'm THE MAN. His balls on the other hand - if I could persuade him to let me, or better yet have him BEG me (I continued to pummel my abs into his useless atrophied little junk) to have his tiny balls removed, along with some of his now oversized little sack, just think how flat and smooth his panties would look with nothing but his 0.9" totally soft dicklet; just think how much the scar would remind him of what he'd given up for me; every faggasm I gave him thereafter with be just translucent seminal fluid with no actual sperm in it whatsoever, even with IVF he would never be able to fulfil a masculine reproductive role, my forever flaccid bottom ... fuck yeah, - I'd have ALL the inches, I'd have ALL the boners, I'd do ALL the breeding - I'd have ALL the world know, that he's my pussyboy and I'm THE MAN. THE END - - - If any of you tiny-dicked little sluts, or hung studs like me, wanna get in touch and compare notes my email is [email protected] Did you know that little Art's tried his hand at some stories too? https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boyclit/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-six-twink-top-lodgers Lemme know what you think.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/late-to-the-party	Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2024 17:00:20 +0200 From: Johnny Manipulator Subject: Late to the Party, Part 1 Late to the Party Part 1: Getting Soaked by Johnny Manipulator [email protected] Steve was late for Mike's dinner party. The traffic was not too bad, but for some reason he'd felt compelled to jump off the bus to walk the rest of the way. It was only after he'd been going for ten minutes that the heavens opened. Rain sheeted down, and Mike wasn't even wearing a waterproof jacket. In less than a minute he was soaked through. He was still quite a way from Mike's but there was no way he could continue walking, and there weren't even any shops or pubs or bus stops he could duck into for shelter. It was an area he didn't really know that well, other than knowing his friend Andy lived somewhere along here. On the spur of the moment Steven pulled his phone out and called Andy up. He answered almost immediately, sounding a little out of breath like he'd been caught mid-exercise.`Andy it's Steve, you in?'`Hey, hello, yes... Yes, I'm here,' said Andy, still sounding a little breathy. In the background he could hear a man's voice, perhaps on a TV, say `Oh fuck yeah.'`Look, I'm sorry, I'm just walking past and got caught it this rain, I couldn't pop in for a second till it passes could I?'`Oh, right. Yes, sure. You have the address?'`Yeah, I'm literally right outside now.'`Okay, give me a sec...' There sounded like a lot of hurried fumbling and a loud zipper noise, another `It's too big!' from the TV voice, and then he rang off. Great, thought Steve. This might just save his evening. Sure, he might be a bit late, but better that than arriving with pneumonia.A minute later he was bounding up the steps to Andy's flat and ringing on the bell. After a few seconds his friend answered the door, looking a little flushed and dishevelled. `Hey, you look like a drowned rat -- come in,' he said. `I'm so sorry about this,' said Steve. `I just got caught in it.'`You don't say,' said Andy. Look, I don't want to be funny, but I've just had the place recarpeted, you don't mind leaving your wet stuff here do you?' Andy had closed the front door and they were in a small lobby that smelled strongly of fresh paint.`Oh god, of course,' said Steve. He smiled apologetically. Steve was a pretty reserved and shy guy, that's why he and Andy had hit it off. It was a relief to be off the street because his clothes had been turning transparent in the wet and he really didn't like being looked at. It always made him so uncomfortable to know that anyone was looking at him, it always had. He found eye contact a bit tricky, and general interpersonal relationships difficult too. It was a problem that had plagued his relationships, being too awkward for intimacy. He shed his light summer jacket and put his bag down, kicking his wet trainers off. `Wow, you really ARE wet,' said Andy. Steve looked down. His trousers were practically transparent where they were so went, and his socks were sticking to the floor. Andy nodded at them and Steve sighed. `Take them off and I can stick them in the dryer, they'll be fine in no time.' Steve gulped. There was absolutely no way he was doing that, he thought.`Yeah, it really got me,' said Steve. `Thanks mate. I really appreciate it.' He found he was unbuckling his belt and pulled his trousers down, pulling an embarrassed face at his friend as he did so. Andy wandered back into his flat for a moment, leaving him alone which was a relief. Steve pulled his wet socks off too, standing in his friend's hallway in his white briefs and shirt, both of which were wet and clinging too, but at least they were covering him. `It looks like you've had a shower in your clothes!' laughed Andy, returning with a plastic laundry basket. `Just stick everything in here.' Steve took his valuables from his pockets and bundled up his clothes into the basket. Andy didn't move. `Come on,' he said. `What?' said Steve. He and Andy had known each other for years, but not very well. He was a friend of a friend, someone his ex-girlfriend knew, and they'd met at some terrible night out, some stupid magic show or something. Andy loved all that stuff apparently. Somehow after Steve had split from his girlfriend he and Andy had remained in contact, occasionally seeing other terrible magic and mesmerism shows together. Andy booked the tickets, and Steve was just too polite to reject Andy's invite to see another when they came up. `Come on, you don't want to be late,' said Andy, and Steve flushed red and against his better judgement started unbuttoning his shirt too until he was just left standing there in his tight white briefs. Andy took his shirt and they stood there for a moment. `Come on!' said Andy. `Take your pants off too, get completely naked for me, otherwise I won't be able to see your arse will I?' Steve laughed. Get completely naked? See my arse? Absolutely no way. He wasn't an idiot. And the last thing he would ever feel comfortable doing would be to strip totally naked in front of anyone, including his old friend who was completely dressed. That thought passed quickly and he stood there for a moment a little confused, and then quickly pulled his briefs down and threw them in the basket too. `Good job,' said Andy, and they walked into the flat. Andy began bundling all of Steve's clothes into the dryer, and Steve stood by the sink, totally naked, hands resting on the counter edge behind him. He'd thought about holding them in front of his large flaccid penis but this stance felt more private than that, somehow, making less of an exhibition of himself. Steve was in reasonable shape for a guy in his late thirties, thickening a bit round the middle but still solid and toned, a nice rugby body, if he cared to show it off, which he never did. The ladies still seemed keen, and that was the important thing. He wasn't sure whether Andy was dating or not, the other guy was a few years younger, much slighter than Steve and quite shy too, not very open about his private life, which was partly why they were friends. They had that in common. Steve had no idea what or who Andy was into, and it was none of his business, he thought, that wasn't what their friendship was about. Andy was a very private guy and that was fine. He looked down at his quiet, shy friend and saw the long thick tube of what must have been his erect penis snaking down the left thigh of his tight trousers, and the hand squeezing it gently. Typical Andy, he thought, getting a hardon and keeping it in his trousers. He shook his head and felt a little dazed for a moment. He glanced down at his own large naked penis which had swollen a little from its flaccid state since he'd removed his briefs. It was so kind of Andy to let him do this, he thought. `Thank god I remembered you lived round here otherwise I'd have got even colder and wetter and made myself ill,' he said.`Yeah, you definitely needed to see me,' grinned Andy. `For sure,' said Steve. `It's like that time I spilled all that ketchup down me.' He couldn't quite recall why he'd been squirting ketchup as he was walking past Andy's flat that time, especially as Andy lived nowhere near Steve and he couldn't even remember where he'd been going that night. `Yes, that time I had to wash and dry everything, so at least this time it won't take that long,' said Andy. He had a vague memory of asking to borrow some clothes while he was naked that night, and Andy telling him he couldn't because although they were a fairly similar size he wanted Steve to remain naked so he could look at his body all evening, which now he thought about it seemed fair enough. While he was down filling the dryer Andy was looking quite openly the whole time at Steve's big fat penis, which was hanging unhidden right before his face. It was almost like he was talking to his semi-hard penis rather than to the rest of him thought Steve, and almost laughed. Imagine that! Luckily Andy was pretty uptight and repressed, like him, so he didn't have to worry about that sort of thing, they could just be friends and there was never any awkwardness. As he suppressed his laugh his big fat penis swayed slightly and he saw Andy's eyes move with it. `Like what you've done to the place,' said Steve. `Oh yeah, had the decorators in,' he said to Steve's thickening penis. `It looks so much better than when I was here last, when it was that heatwave.'`And you had to remove all of your clothes on the doorstep before you came in,' said Andy, `and I had to cool down your big arse.' Andy was still squeezing the bulge in his trousers and sighed a little as he added more pressure. It certainly looked bigger, thought Steve. Perhaps Andy had a large penis. It was hard to tell, because unlike his exposed one, Andy's was hidden beneath the fabric. `Oh yeah! My big arse gets really hot, you said. Much hotter than the rest of me.' That was something they'd talked a lot about before. The size of his arse. It just kept coming up, Andy referring to it constantly and Steve uncomfortable about it no matter how often it happened, and even accidentally referring to the size of it himself, which felt doubly embarrassing. After all, he really didn't want to draw attention to any of his naked body, let alone his large and round and heavy arse.`Probably because it's so big,' said Andy. `Such a big fat round bum.' He smiled up at Steve's face suddenly, a kind of wolfish smile, thought Steve, kind of predatory in a curious way, that look Andy sometimes got. Funny how some people's body language was the opposite of who they actually were, he thought. Gentle, kind, quiet, shy Andy couldn't be further from predatory if he tried. Steve reached down and scratched his balls and his heavy penis bounced around inches from Andy's face, who seemed to be smirking to himself. `Thank god you knew what to do,' said Steve. It was shame, that night he was supposed to be seeing his new girlfriend but instead he'd ended up at Andy's for all those hours naked and hot. `It was really only you that helped cool it down, wasn't it? I didn't know what to do. Good job you told me to take all my clothes off, that helped.'`Oh yes, those ice cubes were useful too, weren't they?' Steve jolted at the memory. The ice cubes! How could he have forgotten? He shivered.`On my penis and balls? They really cooled them down.'`Made them really shrink didn't they?'`Yeah! Yeah, my big penis and fat balls ended up so cold they got tiny didn't they?' While he recalled his large penis shrinking in size thanks to his friend making it smaller, his cock now was still growing, beyond half-mast, twitching upwards with every heartbeat. He recalled his friend tying that ice pack to his genitals, so that for hours the bitter cold of the water punished his usually substantial cock and balls until they were shrivelled and numb. His arse had remained stubbornly big and hot though, no matter the amount of times Andy checked on the shrunken size Steve's once impressive cock. `But it was taking all of those pictures of my soft penis and my big fat arse that finally cooled it down, wasn't it?' he remembered, blushing again at the memory. `Oh yes. That worked a treat didn't it? Not many people know that works, photographing a naked arse regulates its temperature, or something like that I think I said. Wow, I did have to take a LOT of photos, didn't I?'`Yeah, I kept saying I had to leave but you just wanted more and more photos of my big naked arse so obviously I couldn't.' It was embarrassing and uncomfortable to remember this, and his cock was now fully erect.`Well, obviously,' said Andy to Steve's penis. `Still, I'm worried that your big arse is still cold and wet from the rain, even though you have been naked for about ten minutes now. Come into the living room and I'll have a proper look at it.'`Oh great, thanks Andy. It's hard for me to tell because my big arse is behind me and I can't see it.' Steve didn't know why he said that. Now he'd said it it sounded kinda dumb. `Really? Wow. I hadn't thought of that,' said Andy admiringly. He stood up, long firm bulge still gripped in his left hand as he squeezed and tickled it slightly. `Best let me look at it then.'Steve stood in the middle of Andy's living room, naked and scratching his head. The room looked great, newly decorated. A large new wall mounted TV was on pause, the shot of a guy's bare arse filling the screen, two fingers just visible entering shot, all shiny. On the table in front of the sofa some tissues and a large bottle of lube, plus Andy's laptop, which was turned facing him and looked like he was in the middle of some kind of video call, though it was a bit too dark to see anyone in the room at the other end of it. He assumed that was paused too, like the TV, but then he saw vague rhythmical movement there as he stood before it, which he couldn't quite distinguish, and some kind of squelching noise which seemed to increase when he'd stood before the laptop. He tilted the screen up a little so he could look down at it more clearly, and stood before the laptop naked and increasingly hard, trying to make out what was happening on this video call. He could see in the popout window in the corner of the screen his own naked body fully illuminated in the brightly lit room, his penis waving about before him towards the laptop's camera, his big bare form totally on display, his face too peering gormlessly into the camera, trying to see what was happening on the call. God, how embarrassing he thought, this is awful. A wave of panic swept across him. Why was he naked, why was he on camera? Along with the loud rhythmic squelching and panting he could hear the repeated sound of clicking, and he knew the sound but it took him a few moments to work out that it was the noise that taking screenshots made. He wasn't sure why that was happening.`Sorry, I was on a work call,' said Andy as he entered the room behind Steve. Steve turned and faced his friend, back to the laptop, and that seemed to cause more clicking and even a muffled, growled `oh fuck' from the computer. Andy gestured at the TV, the huge arse framed there, the greasy fingers entering shot. `So busy at the moment with end of quarter reports. Just working so hard.'`Yeah, sorry to interrupt you,' said Steve. `Can't believe I've burst in like this and stripped naked in your flat when you're so busy. I know what hard work you do.'`That's okay, it's good to be able to help a friend out when he needs it. And you can't walk around with such a big fat arse without me looking at it, can you, so best be naked.'`To see whether it's still wet?'`Yeah, let's say that's the reason.' Andy laughed and sat on the sofa, leaving Steve stood before him awkwardly in the brightly lit room. The laptop suddenly made an alert, and Steve glanced over. He'd forgot that was on. `Oh, it looks like you have someone wanting entry to your work call,' he said, catching his penis waggling stiffly in the brightly lit pop-out window and feeling the urge to rush to cover up, but instead just standing there, letting it bob obscenely for the camera. `Oh right, yeah, that happens,' said Andy. `You couldn't admit them could you? I'm kinda busy here.' Andy was actually sat there right next to the laptop, groping his cock through his trousers and staring at Steve's naked body, but Steve guessed his friend was busy thinking deeply about work. He bent over and moved the cursor to admit the caller, and out the corner of his eye he saw Andy lean over away from him, almost like he was trying to see Steve's arse as he bent forward. The screen changed view, and another participant entered the video call. This time he could see the new participant, a grinning young guy in a tatty t-shirt sipping beer from a can. When he caught sight of Steve's naked form he hollered a loud yelping laugh.`Yes Andy!' the younger guy cried in a thick blokey accent. Steve continued bending forward, catching sight of himself in the pop-out window, his handsome face half framed in close up, and his naked body and hard penis visible stretched out beyond that. Behind him he could see Andy's shoulders and torso, face obscured by what he knew was a large round arse. `I'm Steve actually,' said Steve to the young guy. `Andy is here, he's behind me.'`Fuck yeah Steve,' said the guy. He didn't introduce himself, just continued leering at him. Steve saw from his profile name the guy was called Ricky. He looked vaguely familiar, like one of the guys from his gym or someone who worked in one of the shops near his house. He glanced across at the other figure who was still totally obscured, his hard cock waggling in the pop out window as he shifted slightly. The username of the mystery figure said Otto Borodin, which surprised him. Otto Borodin was the name of that bullying weirdo from work. The one who shouted at him in meetings in front of other people and patted his arse in the lift, who everyone said was a total pervert who wasn't safe to be alone with, who'd once had a much more senior job but had been demoted for some unknown reason, and who enjoyed humiliating other members of staff, particularly people like Steve who were quiet and hardworking and diligent and too nice to fight back. Particularly the ones with nice arses, it seemed, he always made a massive thing about that all the time, talking about nice arses or touching them. Steve seemed to recall him standing behind him while he was bent over putting more paper in the photocopier, with his phone out, smirking and loudly snapping pictures of his beefy butt. But, thought Steve, this couldn't be THAT Otto Borodin. It must be another Otto Borodin. After all, Otto Borodin must be a really common name, he thought. There must be loads of Otto Borodins, right? Just then he heard the loud noise of a zipper, and in the other window Ricky lifted up and sat down again, seemingly wriggling out of something on his chair. The slick, rhythmic squelching sound that had come from Otto's screen was now joined by one from Ricky's too. It almost sounded like both men sighed and moaned a little too, as Steve stood back up and his cock was suddenly only inches from the camera, totally exposed for the two men to see. He was very keen to end the call or cover up, but instead just stood there, his penis filling the pop-out window, obscenely hard and totally visible. `That's better,' said Ricky, smirking. There was another alert, followed quickly by a second.`There's a couple more people in your waiting room,' said Steve.`Could you deal with them?' said Andy, his face totally obscured behind Steve's waist in the pop-up window. `I'm really busy working here.'`Erm, okay.' Steve didn't want to, but bent forward and admitted the two participants, his cock bounding about as he moved, his face close to the camera and clearly recognisable, not that any of these would know who he was, he thought, hurriedly. He felt panic, and his cock throbbed so hard.The two new windows opened. Two guys were visible in them, staring in slight amazement at what they were seeing, Steve's naked body, his face near the camera, his hard cock exposed and bouncing. There was Lars, the big lunking neighbour that Andy had introduced him to on a night out a year or so back. That had been to an escape room, and he remembered they'd needed to find the first clue in the fake chimney, and he and Lars has both volunteered at once and had got stuck together in the tiny cavity meant for one chest to chest, their faces pushed together where the chimney narrowed as it got higher. They needed to stretch upwards for find the clue, and Lars's big muscular frame somehow pulled Steve's with it as he reached up, and with no room to move their faces has been pushed tightly together, the handsome blond's stubble tickling Steve's skin, and when they talked to tried to make a plan their lips moved against each-other's, sweating and struggling ever upward, Steve's shorter body now suspended by Lars's against the back wall of the cavity, his hips squirming against the taller man's as they tried to make room. Andy and the guys were shouting at them from outside to try harder, to push further upwards, to stretch more, so they tried their best, and gasped and panted as they reached into the chimney to try to find the clue. Steve can't really remember how it happened, but at some point his gasped and panted words to Lars, and the big guy's panted and gasped ones back led to them both being stuck with their open mouths crushed together, their lips locked tight as they squirmed and struggled. They could both feel the very edge of the card suspended up there above them, but because they were wedged in neither could really get to it. Andy had suggested loosening their clothing to help them slide upwards, and the eager group of guys had reached in and unbuttoned and unzipped their trousers and pulled them down, along with their briefs, and it was then Steve realised that he had a massive erection, and so did Lars, and they were crushed together like their mouths. Hands reached up and removed their shirts and soon the two men were naked and trapped, Steve suspended wriggling against Lars's bigger muscular naked body, both of them moaning and sweating and squirming, unable to speak because their mouths were totally locked together. Lars and Steve tried to communicate with their tongues, wriggling them against the other's and sliding them into the open mouth of their fellow volunteer. Hands were still helping them out, several helping both men to slide upwards by cupping their naked arses and lifting them. It was an incredible team effort. In the end it took the entire hour, and neither man managed to retrieve the card. When the friends pulled the two naked volunteers from the fake chimney Steve's mouth and lips were tingling, so long had his and Lars's been crushed together. He scrambled to get his clothes on, desperate not to be naked, hating being seen like this. It was only later that he realised he's put on Lars's underwear by mistake, or at least he assumed it must have been. It wasn't his own. A tight red jock strap. He'd never had a chance to give it back so still had it at home. And now here was Lars, staring at his naked body on the screen. `Steve! Hey man! Long time no see! What you up to?'`Hi Lars. Oh, I'm just at Andy's,' he said.`Cool! Why are you naked?'`Oh, I got drenched wet through, my clothes are drying.'`Ah, clever!' said Lars. `I see your cock is very hard, Steve.'`Yes,' blushed Steve. `Yes it is.'`That must be embarrassing.'`It really is. I'd love to put some clothes on, but it's probably best I'm completely naked, isn't it?'`Definitely,' said Andy from behind him, and Steve felt his warm breath against his big bare arse. `Good to see you, Steve,' said the other entrant. Steve glanced across. Colour drained from his face. He thought he might fall over with shame. There, staring at his naked body, was Amir, the new recruit he was mentoring at work, sat there in his suit and tie looking as calm and professional as ever. He and Amir had got on so well, they'd really worked well together, with a similar hard working mindset, and he really felt that the younger man respected and looked up to him. He hoped that one day Amir would take his job, if he moved up. Steve jolted upright and jumped back from the screen, alarmed, aware and ashamed suddenly of his nakedness. His hard cock bounced up and slapped hard against his belly, and behind him he felt something warm bounce against his big bare arse. It didn't move away and he just stood there, three sets of eyes staring at his bouncing hardon: Amir, his mentee from work, Lars, the big hulking blond he'd been trapped in an escape room with, and Ricky, the guy he suddenly remembered worked in the café near work, where he got his regular espresso before starting each day. There was also this other figure, named Otto Borodin, who he couldn't see what he was doing, but imaged his eyes were trained on exactly where all the others were: on his hard penis. He shifted nervously, seemingly unable to cover himself or stop exposing himself to the four men on camera. As he shifted from foot to foot the warmth on his arse became more noticeable. Something was pressed against the round flesh, and to his embarrassment he realised what it must be.`Oh Andy I'm so sorry!' he cried, looking over his shoulder. As he suspected his arse was completely smothering his friend's face. Instead of stepping forward to free it he just stood where he was. `No problem,' his friend said, his breath between his big cheeks, his voice making his bum jiggle as he spoke.`I can't believe my big fat arse is smothering your face like that!'`My face is totally buried between your big fat arse cheeks,' said the muffled voice of Andy, and again Steve's big arse trembled and wobbled as he spoke, making his thick hard cock waggle in turn. `Oh no!' said Lars.`Lucky fucker,' smirked Ricky.`Wow,' whispered Amir, breathlessly.`You beautiful big arsed stupid cunt,' growled a gruff voice he suspected was Otto. Steve didn't understand it, but his friend's face being wedged between his fat arse cheeks, and the guys watching on and commenting on his nakedness was making his penis harder than ever. It was so humiliating.`Oh god, I'm so embarrassed,' he blurted suddenly. Andy's face emerged from his big arse and he sat up on the sofa again.`What is it?' he asked, concerned, face aglow with Steve's arse sweat.`It's just... Having this,' he gestured to his penis which waggled about stiffly, `in front of your meeting.' `Oh god yeah, I forgot, that must be distracting. They both looked over to the laptop and all the men seemed to be staring directly at Steve's big naked cock. `Still, at least no-one seems to have noticed it,' he said, reaching out and pushing Steve's cock to one side, holding it there for a moment and then releasing it so it bounced and slapped around dramatically. The guys on the laptops all moved their heads to follow the path of his bouncing hardon as if hypnotised by it. `See?' `Oh, er...' Steve watched the guys staring and staring at his large penis. Andy batted it about again, and their eyes followed it everywhere. Ricky seemed to be smirking. Lars looked concerned. Amir looked astonished. No one knew what Otto was doing, but the obscene squelching sound continued from his microphone. `I think they are looking at my big hard penis, Andy.'`Why would anyone be looking at your erect penis?' said Andy, puzzled, pushing it to one side again so it swung back with a loud slap to the other thigh. `See? Why would any guy be staring at it doing this?' He repeated this several times, Steve estimated it might have been for ten minutes or so, his hard cock pushed and slapping against himself, or actually slapped hard by Andy's outstretched palm, the eyes of the men trained on its every movement as it bounced and stung, the obscene squelching and rhythmical motion seen from the cameras of both Otto and Ricky as they watched his large cock perform for them, to occasional murmured phrases like `big cock' and what could have been a growled `slap Steve's fucking large penis Andy and make it sting, show me it bouncing, I want to see it bounce and slap, god I love staring at Steve's big hard penis especially knowing how much he hates this, bounce it more for me, yeah, watching Steve's big fat penis makes me so hard, I could wank all day watching this,' from Otto, though he may have been mistaken and it could have been nothing. `See?' said Andy. `Do you still think the guys are looking at your big fat penis?'`Um,' said Steve. `I dunno.'`Look, if it really bothers you I can help,' he said.`Wow, really?' Steve was delighted.`Of course. I don't want you feeling embarrassed because you're naked and that all these guys are watching your big fat penis bounce around when I slap it.' He slapped it again hard and it really stung this time, and kept bobbing about in front of the laptop camera for ages. Andy stood up and left Steve there staring at the laptop, the guys all staring back at his fat penis. `Hey guys,' he said nervously, to break the silence that was only being punctuated by that squelching and panting. `How are you all doing?'`I have such a strong urge to remove my penis from my trousers and to stroke it while I watch you,' said Lars, in his thoughtful tone. `I may actually do that now,' he said, unzipping loudly and moving on his seat, obviously pushing his trousers down, the sound of a hard cock slapping against his belly coming across very clearly. `Oh yes, that's so much better.'`It's so good watching you,' smirked Ricky from the coffee shop. `I love big dumb DILFs and I always thought you were so hot.' `I'm looking forward to discussing all of this with you in the office next week,' said Amir. `And perhaps you can remove all your clothes for me then and do this?' Steve thought about that, them in a meeting room, him naked, Amir sat back watching his big fat penis bounce in front of him as he took a work call. Perhaps it would help productivity?`You stupid sexy cunt, look at you with your big fat penis all naked and stupid and hard, like an idiot, just standing here showing yourself off to us while we wank, god I love how dumb you are, that makes you even hotter you fucking dim slut.' This was Otto, whoever he was, unlikely to be the weird angry pervert from work, thought Steve. Must be a common name, right?At that moment Andy returned with a small plastic box. He sat down again beside where Steve was standing naked. `Here we go,' he said, seemingly talking straight to Steve's big fat penis rather than his face. `This will help make you feel a bit less embarrassed.' He held out an ice cube and Steve gulped.`No, not that again,' he said, but made no attempt to move away.`Don't worry,' said Andy. `It'll help your big fat penis get all small and soft again, like you wanted.'`No, but...' Steve couldn't really think why this wasn't what he'd meant when he said he was embarrassed about being naked with his hard penis exposed in front of Andy's online meeting. `Do you have something to say?' asked Andy. After a few seconds of thought Steve slowly shook his head. He just couldn't think of any reason why this shouldn't happen. Andy smiled at his big fat penis. `Great.' He leant in and touched an ice cube to the very tip of his hard penis. Steve yelped, his cock slapping about hard and big. Andy smiled and touched the ice again to the tip of his cock, and repeated this for a few minutes, Steve yelping and flinching and remaining there showing off his large penis to the men on the camera. `Fucking ice that hard penis,' growled Otto.`This is so hot,' panted Ricky.`Your big fat penis must be cold,' said Lars.`I utterly fucking LOVE this,' whispered Amir. `Oh yes.'Andy took the melting cube and touched it to the underside of the tip of the big fat penis, and slowly slowly inched it down and down the long fat shaft, every movement causing Steve to whimper and flinch, until the cube hit the man's big fat swollen heavy fat fat heavy balls. `Not my big fat swollen heavy fat fat heavy balls,' said Steve.`Afraid so,' said Andy, and he touched the ice to those highly sensitive and big fat swollen heavy fat fat heavy balls, and Steve hollered. Andy smiled and touched them again with the ice, and again, and every time the reaction was sensational, loud yelling, penis slapping his belly, balls bouncing and shrinking from the ice. `I don't like this,' said Steve.`Shhh....' said Andy. And he pushed more ice against his balls, and then, as they all watched spellbound, it happened. His big fat penis suddenly throbbed, and it drooped slightly. `Oh good boy,' said Andy. `Good big boy.'`Oh fuck yeah,' said Amir. `The thing is, I like your big fat penis, Steve, but I also love more the thought of it being all small.' Steve made eye contact with his mentee.`Small penis,' he whispered back, and to the delight of all his big fat penis drooped again, this time noticeably curving heavily down from where it had been so stiff and upright.`Shrink that fucker,' rasped Otto.`Look at how your big hard penis is softening,' said Lars. `I like it.'`Big DILF with a little soft penis. I love big DILFs who can't get it up,' laughed Ricky.And then it happened again, Steve's fat penis drooped and shrunk a little, noticeably shorter and softer as they all stared at it.`Good boy,' said Andy. `We'll soon get you all small.' The ice touched Steve's shrinking balls once more, and then it started to make his penis shrink again, losing length and hardness, now half the size it had been at his hardest. `Look how little it is already!' said Amir delightedly. `Steve, it's so great watching your big fat penis shrink. I hope it gets really really small.'`Mmmmnnnnnggghhh,' said Steve, as his penis lost size and the ice made it want to hide and retreat further. `Good boy,' said Andy. `Not far to go now.' He kept applying the ice to Steve's balls and penis, and it made them ache so much and felt so uncomfortable, he really hated it. Down and down it went, his penis losing size by the second now, looking so tiny on his big rugby player body. He hated being seen naked anyway, but this was so much worse, naked with a tiny soft penis.`You know,' said Lars. `I think I prefer it when it's small.'`It looks so incredibly hot,' agreed Ricky.`The smaller the better,' growled Otto. `I'm the only big fat penis in town.'`I think we can agree to make sure you stay all soft and small,' said Amir. `It suits you.' Despite the discomfort and embarrassment, Steve began to see their point. If they all though this was better, then why shouldn't he be proud of showing them his cock when it was small instead of hard? It was embarrassing being naked, but they all thought it was fine. Perhaps this was all in his head. He looked down and in Andy's icy hand his big fat penis was now just a tiny shrivelled nothing, the ice making it go much smaller than it would normally in its flaccid state. `There,' that's so much better,' said Andy, sliding more ice around the big man's shrivelled genitals. `Please please no more my poor penis and balls are so cold and small, I don't think they can get any smaller, please, they ache so much now, you have made my penis so tiny Andy. All of your friends can see how small and soft it is, there's no hiding it at all, you've totally deflated my big fat cock and now it's barely there, I feel so embarrassed about having such a little tiny willy.' `You look ridiculous,' laughed Amir. `So tiny!'`For some reason I find your shrunken penis very erotic,' said Lars. `So good to know what it looks like when you're embarrassed,' said Ricky. `Just how I like my dumb DILFs.'`Bow down to my enormous mighty mega huge cock you tiny weakling baby boy,' shouted Otto. Andy sat back and admired his handiwork. `What a little tiny one,' he said, flicking it so it jiggled limply. `It's gone so small,' said Steve, quietly.`Really looks good,' said Andy. `And anyway, we're all friends, this is a supportive environment.'`Really?' Steve brightened up.`Pathetic tiny limp dick,' laughed Amir.`I love seeing you unmanned,' said Lars.`You just let him do that to you!' smirked Ricky. `You fucking dimwit.'`Limp embarrassment slut baby,' growled Otto. `Crawl to daddy.'`See?' said Andy.`Thanks guys!' said Steve, looking down at his naked body and his tiny shrunken soft cock. `I really appreciate it.'
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/shrinking-his-dicklet/shrinking-his-dicklet-2	Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2023 10:02:38 +0000 From: Mathias Gold Subject: Shrinking His Dicklet -- chapter two Chapter Two: Autumn - - - This is a story about my massive cock, and the tiny dicklet of this bottom I used to date. All you subs with little nubs should donate to Nifty! #SPH #GaySPH #SizeMatters #Phallocracy #SmallPenisHumiliation? More like #SmallClitHumiliation! - - - I was standing between two rows of wire lockers - the kind you can see into - leisurely taking off my dark red chinos and shirt. Art and I had been getting drinks at my Club in Pall Mall, when my big dick started to twinge and I knew I'd need to get off for the third time that day - and soon. En route we popped into a gay bar in Chinatown, as I needed a slash. I ordered a pint of beer for myself and a girly G&T for Art at the bar -- heading to the toilets with him while the topless or tank-topped bar twinks poured them. A fair few chaps needed a piss too apparently, after their afternoon drinks, and seemed to follow us into the bathroom (or maybe they just wanted a glimpse of this sexy twunk dick I'm packing). I heaved my big six inches of softie out of my chinos at the urinals, and Art went to stand next to me to use them too. "No baby!" I snapped at him, shortly. "Let these men use the urinals to piss. You go into the cubicle and sit down to tinkle like a girl. You keep that door open so I know you're not touching your little clitty!" The three or so guys who'd squeezed into the toilets with us looked pretty gobsmacked; but I think they secretly liked it. The man in his early forties who first went to piss next to me had chubbed out to a five-inch semi. Laughable compared to my whopping cock, but big enough to have rightfully relegated my tiny-dicked sub to the cubicles. Art's soft weeing was muted against the toilet bowl compared to my noisily splashing slash, as he looked out, mortified, at me and these strangers. We drank up and made the short walk towards Sweatbox in Soho - the urban trees of Westminster shedding their autumnal leave - paid the entrance fee, and here we are. Art and I have been `dating' for three months now. We're open, of course, I need to spread my seed far and wide - I'm not a monk. And it's fun to share his little pussy every now and then too. I like taking off my clothes slowly and cocksuredly in changing rooms - especially in cruisy gyms or saunas. Everyone's exchanging furtive glances, wanting to know what others are packing. I stood about in my white Jack & Jones fitted boxers, letting everyone's looks get a little longer and more intent. Even soft, my cock is almost six inches and pretty thick, and - with my golf ball sized nuts in their fist-sized sack, it coils into an impressive package. Then, the moment of truth. I shucked off my boxers, putting them in my locker, not bothering to wrap a towel around me just yet. Oh no, I want these little men - tops and bottoms, hung and unhung - to see just what I'm packing. I'm bigger soft than half of them are hard, and they need to fucking know it. For a few of the hotter ones, I look right in their face, and after a few seconds they know I've caught them staring. My favourite is to then look down at their crotch - naked or hidden behind a towel - and give them a smirk, letting them know that I know they're so much smaller than I am. Speaking of small, I turned to Art. This was our third visit to the sauna. One that first visit, I could see our difference in style of changing in a locker room - developed over our lifetimes of such different sized dicks. His was fast and furtive, and he wrapped the towel around his waist before allowing himself to pull down his boxers. I'd kissed him reassuringly in the locker room and, once he'd built up a bit of confidence from being seen with a stone cold hottie like me, barely even protested as I took off his towel and confiscated it - throwing it over my shoulder alongside mine. Because I hadn't just come to the sauna to get laid; I hadn't just come to show off how big my dick was; I'd come to show off my discovery - Art's tiny dicklet, and let everyone know just how much more massive my teen cock was than the nub this thirty-two-year-old had. He knew better than to try to wrap his towel around him right away by now. I put my hand around his waist and pulled him towards me, now we were both naked and had locked our stuff away. I pulled him in so we were side-by-side and kissed him on the cheek, making sure that three of the guys I'd seen staring most intently at my big schlong could now clearly see his little dicklet next to my mind-blowing fuck club. One looked confused, another looked amused, and the other looked downright horny. The sweet thing about being a smooth and slim-waisted teen with my unhung ottery thirty-two-year-old is just how much our dicks subvert dominant paradigms. The unthinking might assume I'm a fey little bottom, with my button nose, rosy complexion and blond hair; with Art's hairier chest and extra height making him the top. But no one - not even the most oblivious straight person in the world, and certainly not the assembled gay and bisexual men in this sauna - would think that after seeing us naked and side by side. His micro dick simply didn't look like it was fit for penetrating anything, while my monster cock - especially in contrast with my slim waist - was just so naturally large and in charge. I started to get hard thinking about this fact, and that gave the locker room guys something to really stare at. Reflexively, Art started to get hard too, which kinda pissed me off. His erections were getting a bit less frequent three months in, but not infrequent enough - I was here not least to use his little dicklet as a foil to make mine look even more mammoth than it already did - but he was only flesh and blood; and those three hard inches still made my ten-inch fuck club look fucking huge. Enough with the preliminary show, I thought, and started to move towards the stairs towards the sauna proper with my arm still around Art's waist. I clocked at least half a dozen guys whose butt or face holes I wouldn't mind plugging with my big tool, but kept Art nearby with my arm draped around him, to make sure any tops who might want to use him knew they'd have to clear it with me. Most dudes had towels around their waists, but I let my massive hard-on lead the way, and made sure everyone could see just how tiny Art was - no bottoms or, frankly, vers guys would be interested in him; and I wanted Art to know that too. I've been coming to Sweatbox for a year and half now and in all that time I've seen only two guys who could match me for size. Considering the hundreds of different dudes I've seen in here, that's not bad going, but I was glad not to see either of them or anyone else with a cock big as mine this time. Having one of the biggest dicks in the room makes you feel like a king, but having THE biggest dick makes you feel like THE king. Especially as, at nineteen, I was so much younger than almost all these guys - so they knew that their growth was over, and they'd never be packing as much heat as me. My balls purred and churned as I thought about the show I was about to put on with Art, with this audience watching. We walked past the jacuzzi and I decided against having a dip. My hard-on would easily be seen above the bubbling water surface, but I wanted everyone to know how tiny-dicked the bottom I'd made my bitch and brought with me was. So we scanned our wristbands and went through the barriers towards the steam rooms and cubicles downstairs. A fair few wandering eyes had turned into wandering feet as a handful of punters clearly wanted to try their luck at getting a piece of this D. I picked out my favourite cubicle - one off a busy thoroughfare corridor with guys walking by, and left the door open, as I sat on the wipe-down cushioning and had Art get on his knees in front of me. Fuck, his mouth felt so good - I wasn't getting bored after all these months, not least as his enthusiasm for my ten-inches of teen meat seemed to grow over time. He was also becoming better and better at taking me in his throat. Not perfect yet, which is just as well as I still find it hot as fuck to see his eyes water for my dick, and hear him choke and struggle a bit. His little three-inch dick was rock hard, but he knew better than to try to touch it in front of me ever since our first meet-up, which turned me on like crazy too. "Get on your hands and knees," I whispered to him; which, once he'd complied, meant his arse was being presented to the crowd of three or four guys watching from the doorway, with another half a dozen or so craning and trying to get a look in too. I raised an imperious eyebrow at them - letting them know it was okay to watch, but they couldn't join in without my say so. A few of them dropped their towels and started wanking off - staring at my dick as it disappeared and reappeared - inch-by-mighty-inch - in and out of Art's eager cocksucking throat. I could never be a voyeur - I'm too handsome and hands-on - but it turned me on like fuck to know these men would rather watch my massive dick getting sucked than pad about these subterranean tunnels trying to get their own blowjobs. One of the audience members was a pretty cute twink - half-East Asian, I'd have guessed from looking at him - and he was wanking too. His little five inch cock engulfed by his hand as he pumped away. I pointed right at him, like a porn director, and beckoned him towards me then pointed down at the ground. He got on his knees: "You two share and play nice, okay?" I told Art and this boy, loud enough that our viewers could hear. Art dutifully run his tongue down my thick dick and started lapping at my balls, which were sticking sweatily to the padded surface beneath in the sauna's heat, while - also on his knees at the other side of my shaft, with my legs manspread real wide - the twink ran his tongue up and down shaft my massive shaft. If I felt like a king earlier, this sight gave me godlike powers once again, knowing these two were so desperate to get on my dick that they'd blow me at the same time with no complaints - just for a chance at the privilege. The voyeurs had an even better view of just how big I was at this point, and their wanking of themselves got faster in appreciation. A couple clearly decided to blow their loads so early in a visit might be a bit of a waste, and pottered off; while one or two did cum, one so hard he splattered my bottom bitch Art's back with his load. This gave those towards the back a better view now. Several kept trying to catch my eye to see if they could come in. I gave a subtle shake of my head, letting them know they should stay where they are and enjoy the show. (It was tempting to see if I could get a couple of them licking my feet, and another two buried in my pits - but that's hard to convey with facial expressions alone.) I buried my shaft in the boy's mouth - he couldn't deepthroat the whole thing; but I could be rougher with Art, who'd had twelve weeks of getting used to being my bitch. I watched as they ran their tongues alternatively up and down each side of my shaft - Art to my right, this twink to my left; - even grabbing their hair at one points and making them meet at the top of my plum-sized glans and try to make out as they ran their tongue around my tingling throbbing head, precum oozing out and look so pretty as it mingled with their cock-drunk drool around their hungry lips. Fuck yeah. After five or ten minutes of being the star of this show, it was time for the finale. "Hey, what's your name? Show my bottom your dick." "Lee," the East Asian twink said with an Essex accent standing up. He had a rock hard cock that looked bang on five inches - a little below the global average - and half the size of mine (but nowhere near as thick - pretty skinny in fact). But I was about to share the love and stroke his ego a bit. "Hey, Art - show Lee your dick." Art got up too - he towered over the twink, who I'd peg for 5'6", in all ways but one. Lee's modest offering of five inches was still almost twice as long as Art's three-incher boner. Now was the part where I let Art, Lee and all our viewers know the immutable truth of the dick sized pecking order. Judging by the way Lee had been staring at my dick, and not Art's beautiful hole, I would guess this kid hadn't topped a whole lot if at all. But I was gonna let him change that. Everyone here would know what I know about the hierarchy - the phallocracy. "Hey, Lee, you wanna fuck him?" Lee looked a little taken aback, corroborating my guesses about him being a bottom, but clearly the chance of sucking on my ten-inch dick had turned him on something wild - and he was in an obedient mood - as he nodded. Art looked less than impressed. I'd long since had him change his Grindr so his role was `bottom' for all the world to see; and I couldn't believe he'd ever left it blank - anyone he'd ever expressed an interest in had almost as much top energy as me. But he was two inches smaller down there than this little twink, and rules are rules. He was going to get fucked by Lee's little five-incher. I pulled Art's mouth back onto my cock - so hard from the lesson I was about to give everyone - and scooted back on the padding with my massive hard-on still lodged in Art's mouth. He clambered after me on all fours, displaying his butt, and Lee without the need for any further encouragement got on too - kneeling behind Art, and inexpertly pointing his dick towards Art's hole. He didn't even use some spit - probably `cos he didn't know what he was doing - but he didn't need any. Not after I'd fucked Art so many times with my much bigger alpha dick. It was probably only the dryness that let Art feel anything at all after I'd stretched his hole with my monster cock so often. A few of the audience members had joined us in the cubicle to leave room for more to see through the doorway now, but they respectfully kept their distance and were wanking leaning against the wall. All in all I counted a dozen pairs of eyes staring at us in the dim lighting, their side-on view of me and Lee spitroasting Art - and all them mostly staring at my ten inches. I pulled Art from my cock and looked him right in the face. "Is his dick big?" I asked leadingly, "Is it bigger than yours?" He nodded. "How much bigger than yours?" "A lot," he hissed, as I tightened my grip on his hair, and Lee fucked him dry in front of the waiting crowd. Normally I like all eyes on my dick, but a fair few of the guys glanced at the other end of the roast now - and saw Lee's pretty modest five-incher plugging away in earnest, and a few ducked their necks down to see Art's truly pitiful three-incher, hard and firm against his belly, his contracted little marble-sized balls swinging about. I looked at it too, and wished he was soft, so they could see him at his smallest. Damn it, I have got to get Art to stop having these erections; but the CBT method would probably be too much for this audience in a fairly vanilla sauna. The lesson seemed to be learnt all around though. I even saw a Spaniard tap a couple of his friends on the shoulder and point at Art's hard little dicklet, and the three of them started laughing. Given the porn tropes about East Asians' sexual roles, it was so fucking hot to know I was turning into Art into such a bottom that he'd bottom even for modestly endowed twinky bottoms. I couldn't take much more of this and needed to cum. It was only my third load of the day, and my first for six or so hours, so I stood up on the padding, dragging Art's hair with me, giving Lee and our voyeurs a view of Art's long slender back and then released my grip. All eyes were back on my ten inches again as I grabbed it with both hands, leaving more cock visible than Art had in his entirety (yeahhhh, I'm the fucking boss, I thought, panting as I got closer and closer to cumming). My big balls pulled up some as my dick reached peak pleasure then BLAM My first shot went clean over Art's head and splattered Lee in the face. That little bottom licked his lips hungrily and closed his eyelids to stop it getting in his eyes BLAM Another shot for Lee, which I saw trickling down his smooth skinny torso to where his dick was fucking my slutty little bottom BLAM One for Art now. He knows to close his eyes, given I shoot cum like a fucking firehose, and it caked his curls and cheeks and lips alike BLAM BLAM BLAM Volley after volley of my hot teen cum covered these two, as they both did just what I wanted them to do; and it was only after twenty seconds of intense orgasm I looked over to see our dozen viewers' mouths agape - knowing I wasn't just crazy hung but crazy virile too. They'd all be talking about me at their brunches across the city tomorrow, that's for sure. The fucking king of the sauna - with one of the biggest dicks they've seen in real life, shooting one of the biggest loads they've seen for years - and my third load of the day. They'd probably be talking about Art too. The thirty-two-year-old otter with the three-inch dicklet, who'd let a couple of teenagers - a hung twunk stud and this cute bottomy little twink of my choosing - turn him into a bitch while they watched. I gave Art a couple of firm pats on the cheek, and told him he was a "Good boy." Then we went upstairs to chill in the jacuzzi for a while. - - - That evening, we got back to my student halls in Holborn. My parents' place in Chelsea isn't far from my university, but I wanted my own space and the full student experience - and we had the money, so I had moved into dorms in my first year. The location was great - a stone's throw from Soho - to lure local and tourist bottoms alike to me and my big dick. Three of my top buddies felt the same, so we decided to share a four-bedroom flat in halls together for second year. Art and I had had a lot of fun in this room since the new term started. Or I certainly had. As soon as we got in, I powered up my MacBook Pro so I could check our Twitter and OnlyFans. I persuaded him to start these accounts with me about a month after we started seeing each other. He wanted to take all our videos and photos for the neck down and to use pseudonyms; but I was insistent that we include our faces and real names. I bribed him with dick and cum and he quickly acquiesced. Of course I wanted our faces and real names. I have a ten-inch dick and the world needs to see it. I can kinda see why he was reluctant though - I guess maybe guys with three-inch peckers don't want everyone to know. Who'd have thought - heheheh. The cover photo of both accounts doesn't have our faces though. It involves the ruler I'd had Art use on our very first meeting to measure my thick cock and his little dicklet. I had put it on the desk, and whacked my cock next to it (with the inch side descending, and the centimetre side going ascending) ... 26cm. Read that again: TWENTY-SIX CENTIMETRES. Damn, I have a big dick. Next up, I had Art put his flaccid dick at the other end of the ruler. He started to chub up a little bit, from 1.5 to 1.6" - so I had to work quickly. I was already holding my snazzy DSLR camera and started taking snaps. It was so hot to see our cocks take up the entire ruler, but with mine absolutely dominating it - my massive hard-on over six times longer than his soft little dicklet. I think he thought it was hot too, as annoyingly his dick filled out to its three-inch erection soon enough. I stopped taking the pics - people didn't really need to see him hard. Next up, I needed to do our profile pic. After some thought, I decided to take it on my dorm bed. I sat on the mattress, with my rock hard cock pointing ten inches towards the ceiling in anticipation of what was to come, and told Art to sit on my lap. The camera was set to take photos every five seconds for a couple of minutes, so we were able to try a few poses. The one I settled on was a photo of extreme contrasts - he's leaning to the left on my lap, and I'm leaning to the right. You can see his untoned slightly hairy chest contrasting with my smooth muscular pecs. You can see my straight messy blond hair contrasting with his dark curls. You can see his 6'2" height, exaggerated on my lap, contrasting with my confident 5'9". But you know of course what was sexiest of all? My big nuts - each the size of golf balls - resting on the bedsheet, while my massive cock stretched long past up Art's little package, obscuring half his tummy with its seven-inch girth; and, in the photo I'd chosen, he was completely soft - his little marble balls in their tight sack nowhere near reaching the bed, and his one-and-a-half inch nub looked even smaller as it faced the camera straight on. Fuck yeah, I'd thought, all the world is gonna know and love what a hung stud I am, and why this unhung little bottom was born to be my bitch. And I was right. We got a lot of fans pretty quickly. It's been so fucking hot to hear from subs and fellow doms agreeing with the phallocratic hierarchy. We all instinctively know that bigger is better. Not that unhung little bottoms are worthless - far from it - but their value comes in being eager little cumsluts for hung tops like me to use to get off. We had some fan requests - with offers of tips. (Not that I need the money. All the OnlyFans subscriptions cash was sitting in an account, while Art and I thought about what to do with it.) But I was happy to oblige. Some of my favourites were the requests for videos with CBT (only Art's little cocklet and balls were the ones being tortured, of course). One of the reasons I loved these so much was because flicking his tiny nuts was a surefire way to make him lose all these inconvenient erections, which makes my mighty cock look even mightier and more threatening, which strokes my ego just the way I like. We did a series of photos too where I'd stepped on his flaccid little worm wearing different kinds of shoes - trainers, brogues, boat shoes - and had photos of his cock next to my foot in the shoe, with the imprint of its sole (or what little you could see of it - haha) marked onto his tiny soft dicky. Another favourite was a guy who wanted a text post - to hear about our first realisations: of me being so hung, and little Art being so tiny. Mine was easy. I'd had a fair few guys ask me before, and while there wasn't one particular moment of realisation, I love telling these stories. Even as a kid, for school swimming trips, I'd always wondered why the other kids were so much smaller than me - I mean, when puberty hit, they started to get a bit bigger - but probably smaller than mine was before I even started developing, and when I started growing I got really huge really fast. Then there was one family holiday in particular I remember - my brother and my cousin, both about five years older than me, and I were lounging around on the sofa of the suite we were sharing, playing video games. My cousin said we should go for a swim, and my brother and I agreed, so we jumped up to get changed. I was pretty curious about dick size by this point, given everything that was going on in school changing rooms. I was only twelve at the time, and just sprouting my first few pubes; certainly not as hairy down there as my brother and our cousin, both seventeen. But the hairiness wasn't the only contrast - while it was warm, I was totally soft, and already almost four inches flaccid. These older relatives were soft too, but probably about two inches. I wanted to say something and ask them about it, but didn't want it to be weird (they're family members and were older, after all), so I didn't - but later, in the pool, thinking about it gave me such a hard-on (over seven inches even back then), and I used to wank about it - not doing stuff with my brother, but just thinking about how much bigger I was. Then, later still, in my mid-teens I became sexually active - and it was the gasps, and the compliments and the fascination that I'd grown to love ever since. People telling me I was the biggest they'd ever had. Easily being able to get into the pants of people whose attention friends had struggled to get. And just seeing it - side by side - against other guys' dicks. I've seen a handful of dicks as big as my ten inches, almost all in porn, but never hooked up with any of them. Every single guy I've fucked - whether an eight-inch vers-top jock with misplaced confidence, a vers twink with an average six-incher who becomes my little cockslut, or Art and his microscopic three-inch peepee - has been smaller than me and mighty fuck club, over ten inches of teen alpha dick, and I fucking love it every time it happens. Art's story was a little harder to procure. I kept pushing him for details - exact sizes, for example, and especially descriptions of how he felt. His story paralleled mine, but the opposite, in a lot of ways. He'd been a fairly early bloomer, being one of the first in his class to get pubic hair - but his dick size barely shifted. Some of the bald boys were bigger than him and remained so. Then one by one puberty hit them too, and their dicks all got bigger - a normal distribution across the class, but all leaving his in the dust. He'd be red faced and embarrassed staring at theirs curiously, and they'd all look weirded out or - more often - amused at his tiny little nub. That's when he started getting changed so furtively and quickly. At the Hampstead Men's Pond, he'd gone with some friends and couldn't find his towel quickly enough to cover himself after the freezing water had shrunk his dicklet to less than one-and-a-half inches, and some youngster who was out with his dad and was just changing to get in the water looked at it smirkingly, flashing his own cock - wispy pubes but twice as big soft as Art's was despite the age gap. But the furtive changing couldn't save him when he started getting horny and sexually active. Embarrassingly late, he plucked up the courage to lose his virginity to a young dom top who, it turned out, I'd been at boarding school with (albeit in a different House) and who was also amused by just how tiny he was - and they'd hooked up for a while. When that fizzled out, Art hooked up mostly with top guys; and the occasional versatiles he'd meet would quickly lose interest or become tops for the purposes of their hook-up, once they realised just how small his three-inch dicklet was. It was a journey, Art said, from embarrassment to slowly learning to appreciate his dicklet, especially if total tops like me loved it for how bottomy it made him. We had a few other text-based posts there. One guy sent us a couple of links: calsd.info and thevisualiser.net and offered us £100 if we told him some stats about our dicks. Now, these website are pretty scientific, so we decided to take our measurements again in centimetres: Remember, my rock hard cock comes in at a whopping 26cm exactly. It's seven inches around, which is about 18cm - really fucking thick. Even when it's soft (which is rare, since I'm constantly so horny and normally springing at least a semi), when it's completely soft it comes in at 6" long and 5" around - 15.3cm and 12.8cm. That means I have an erect volume of over 600ml - that's right: if you made a mould of my dick, you could more than a full pint of beer in it. Even flaccid, my dick's volume is 180ml - a cast of my totally soft dick could fit more than six full shots of tequila. My hard dick's volume is 3.9 times bigger than the AVERAGE guy (we've not even got on to comparing to Art yet.) And that's not all. In a room of 1,000 guys, I would have the BIGGEST erect length, the BIGGEST erect girth, the BIGGEST flaccid girth, and the BIGGEST volume - both hard and soft. Apparently, though, in this room of a thousand guys, one(!) would have a bigger flaccid length - lucky fucker. I guess that makes me a grower more than a shower (although, let's be honest, I'm both). Art's numbers were just as remarkable, but much more bleak. When that little pecker was straining and hard at its horniest, its metric length and girth were just 8.1cm and 7.5cm. We looked it up, and that is smaller than the average thirteen-year-old - LOL. My favourite, of course, was when Art's dicklet was soft and flaccid, as nature intended - it measures (it still makes me giggle to type this now), at just 3.7cm long and 4cm around when it's soft. Have you ever heard of such a tiny little born-to-bottom dicklet? When he's totally hard, Art's little dicklet has a volume of 32.6ml - barely enough for ONE shot of your liquor of choice. That's 0.2 of an average guy's size - yep, even a totally average dick would be five times bigger than my bottom's. His flaccid volume is a laughable 4.2ml. Turns me on so fucking much to know how much bigger I am than that soft little dicklet. In a room of a thousand guys - Art's dick would be the smallest: hard, soft, length, girth, volume - all of it. Mad to think he ever suggested he just hadn't found anyone to top yet - what would be the point?! Now, here's where it gets REAL interesting. The second website let us compare dick dimensions with each rather than with the world average. When my dick is TOTALLY soft and Art's little boner is fully hard (the WRONG way around, of course, but humour me for a second here), my dick is 87% longer, and the volume is 452% bigger. Or, from his perspective, his hard-on is 47% shorter than my softie (I'm almost - but annoyingly not quite - twice as long flaccid as he his rock hard); and he is 82% smaller by volume - that's right, you could fit more than five of his pathetic little rock hard peepees liquidated inside my softie. Now, sorry if I'm losing the more innumerate among you, but there are a few more fucking hot contrasts to be made. After this comparison, I started flicking Art in his tiny little balls again - on the pretence of wanting to measure him soft. (Of course, we already knew his exact numbers soft, but I was trying to train him into not getting erections.) Once I saw that little worm shrinking down to what I was sure was the smallest I'd seen it, I put in the numbers and compared them to my softie - and those numbers were SWEET. I was 311% longer; he, 76% shorter - I had four times the soft length he did. His softie was so skinny too, not bigger than my pinkie, so the volume numbers were even more brutal: I was 4,450% bigger than him. His dicklet had 98% less volume soft than my big floppy cock had. My softie was fifty times bigger than his. Writing and re-reading these numbers has made me real HARD, and - as you know - I've got over ten inches of total top teen dick when I'm hard. Compared with Art's hard little pecker, it is a BEAST - a real weapon of a monster cock. I'm 217% longer than he is hard - that's more than three times the length, given his dicklet is some 68% shorter. Volume-wise the numbers are even more stark: my massive fuck club is 1,782% bigger - and, given hard his girth is more like a thumb than a pinky, his is 95% smaller by volume. So, unlike our softies - where mine is fifty times bigger, when we're both hard - mine is only twenty times bigger. (That pissed me off, and made me even more determined to make him not get so many erections!) And now, the comparison you've all been waiting for - the one nature intended. I morphed by virtual cock to its hard size on the screen, and his to the flaccid. These are the sorts of numbers that fill my dreams, and I saw the colour drain from Art's face as the raw facts of nature materialised in pixel before our eyes. A huge grin spread across my face: my hard cock is 596% the length of his softie - that's right, his dicklet is 86% shorter than mine giving me more than seven times his length. And that's before we get to the volume: mine is 15,425% bigger - that's right - you could fit 167 of his soft little dicklets into the massive and mighty fuckclub I use to damage his throat and stretch his hole. 167 times the cock, 167 times the man!!! The fan found that pretty fucking hot, and ended up tipping £167. (Good sense of humour.) I found it crazy hot too and still do. I do need to find a way to stop Art getting hard, and ideally get him smaller; that, and if I have a year or two of growing left in me, maybe we'll get that number up even higher. The latest tip request was for us to do the toilet paper roll test - and I'd kept some finished ones aside for just that. Even wrote our names on them - not that our fans would have trouble guessing whose was whose. We did a few permutations, first of our dicks side by side, and then shoving them in the thing. The hilarious thing was that even rock hard, Art's dicklet disappeared completely from view in the TP roll. Mine, on the other hand, was a struggle to fit in even while floppy, and my head and a good chunk of soft shaft stuck out the other end. I told Art to sit on the bed and finger himself, and tell me what he loved above my cock "Your dick isn't just thick and long; it's so powerful; your dick knows how to make me moan and make me cry; and it's so beautiful; guys would kill to have your dick." He knows just what to say. I'd switched from taking photos of my dick in the TP roll to a video, with Art's voice as the background track "And what about yours?" "My little dicklet is tiny. I know now why you said I'd only ever be a bottom. I just want your cock. I want what I don't have - your thick big dick filling my holes, and turning me into your slut." And YESSS, my dick hardened up so much it burst untouched right through the TP roll - on camera. I swear my massive dick could break down a brick wall if I needed it to. I uploaded the video to our site, and squeezed in with Art on the bed. Even in one of my halls' swankier rooms there was only room for a queen sized bed. I pulled him in towards me, holding my arms around his soft waist and feeling my hard-on press against his leg. He whimpered and moved his butt towards me; he knew I'd throw him at least one more load before bed. I made love to him pretty sensually that night - loving just how soft and pliant he was becoming as a bottom, and falling into a deep sleep of dreams about how I could shrink that little dicklet down microscopically, making that already-reality of me having the only dick in our relationship more and more real still. - - - If any of you tiny-dicked little sluts, or hung studs like me, wanna get in touch and compare notes my email is [email protected] Did you know that little Art's tried his hand at some stories too? https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boyclit/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-six-twink-top-lodgers Lemme know what you think.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-best-friends-slave/becoming-best-friends-slave-4	Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2023 14:18:20 -0400 From: Chad Slave Subject: Becoming-Best-Friend's-Slave-4 If everyone could please show your support with contributions to keep the archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a Gay, Authoritarian story about a how I became my best friend's slave. This is a totally fictional story and is for entertainment only. I hope you enjoy it. Please send me feedback about my story at [email protected] Becoming Best Friend's Slave Chapter 4 Brian then put the skintight latex shorts and shirt on me before we left for the park. Needless to say, I am always wearing the collar, chastity, and now the wrist, and ankle cuffs at all times. They never come off me now. Brian put the leash on my collar, and we all got into the car to go to the park. Once we pulled into the park there was Andrew, and Dustin already there. The last time they were involved was the camping trip. But I should have known better to think they wouldn't want to use me again also. They all walked in the park, and I had to follow behind them on a leash like some kind of animal. We stopped at a picnic area in the park and Andrew said to me. "Hey slut get over here and rub my crotch for me." I went right over to Andrew and put my hand on his crotch and started to rub him. There were people walking by and watching me rub his cock though his shorts. It was humiliating doing this, but I knew being beat would be worse. Then Jarod told me to rub his crotch. I started to rub his when Andrew said. "I didn't tell you to stop rubbing my cock. You have two hands, rub your brother's cock at the same time slut, you need to learn how to multitask bitch." I then put one hand on each of their shorts and rubbed both of their cocks though their shorts. As I was doing this, some guy came right up to us and watched me rub their cocks like this and asked us. "So, if you don't mind me asking. Is he some kind of slave for you boys?" Brian was fast to reply. "Yah it is my slave object, and these are my friends. We are training my slave to show respect in public to us and do as we say no matter where we are at." The guy asked Brian if he could watch for a little while and he of course said yes, and the guy continued to watch me rub their cocks though their shorts. He must have been in his 40's. He then asked Brian. "If I paid you 50 bucks, would you make your slave get on his knees in front of me and look up at me as I piss on his face?" Brian agreed and the guy handed Brian a 50-dollar bill and told me to get on my knees in front of this guy and look up at him and do not look away until I was ordered to. The guy then pulled his cock out of his shorts and aimed it right at my face as I looked up at this stranger about to piss on me. The guy then started to piss, and it hit me right in the forehead at first, but he kept moving his cock around to try to hit every inch of my face with his piss. I just kept looking up at him and watching his piss leave his cock and hit me right in the face. It was the most disgusting thing that has ever happened to me in my life. When the guy was done, he zipped up as he kept looking in my face. My hair was now drenched in piss, and I could taste his piss on my lips. I wanted to vomit right there and then. He thanked Brian and the other guys for letting him piss all over me and then Brian bragged about making 50 bucks for letting some guy piss on his slave. I was then ordered to go back to rubbing Andrews and Jarod's cocks. Then I was ordered to put my face into Dustin's crotch and lick his cock though his shorts as I was still rubbing the other twos cocks. Anyone walking by knew I was some kind of cock whore now. Some people stopped over to watch but walked away soon after saying how much of a fag I am, or that I must love cock. This lasted for about 30 minutes when this guy walked up and asked what we were doing. My 14-year-old brother Jarod knew the guy from school. He is 15 years old and a freshman in our school. His name is Hudson. I did not know much about him, but my brother did. Hudson then asked Brian. "So is this the slut I heard everyone talking all about in school?" Oh, great I thought to myself. Even freshman know about what's going on with me. Brian was fast to confirm that I was and that I was a cock hungry fag. Brian then offered Hudson for me to put my face between his legs and lick his cock though his shorts for him. He was fast to say yes to that offer. Hudson then sat down between Andrews and Jarod, and I had to put my face in his crotch and lick his cock though his shorts at the same time I rubbed Andrews and Jarod's cocks also. Hudson then asked. "So, are all of you gay or just slut?" Brian and everyone else said it was just me and they are straight. They just own me as property for use. Hudson just sat there with my face in his crotch and was getting hard. I could tell that for a 15-year-old he has a nice size cock. I figured it to be at least 7 inches. Then Hudson said. "I hope you guys don't judge me, but I am gay myself, I do not want to be a slave like slut here but if you guys ever decide slut should get a boyfriend would you consider calling me. I think he is very sexy, and I could say I am dating a jock." Now to be honest I did not find Hudson attractive at all. First off, I am a preppy jock. I always hung around the jocks and popular people. I was always well put together and looked the part. Hudson was the dorkish outcast. He did not have many friends and was a home body. He is 5 foot 5 inches tall, so he is shorter than me and he has brown hair that is a little curly and comes just over his eyes that are brown. He has a skinny figure with no muscles at all. He did not dress nicely, and I found out the reason for that was he came from a very poor family. He has 2 sisters and 4 brothers. So, there are 7 kids in the house. They live in a double wide trailer with 3 bedrooms. So, he must share his bedroom with his 4 brothers. They get government assistance, and his parents are always yelling at them. Hudson and his brother and sisters are always being told that some of them must leave soon to make room. His parents are always bitching about it being too crowded and wish the kids would grow up and move out of the house. He has a hard life and I feel for him. After Hudson told Brian this story Brian replied. "Yeah, I think we could make that happen if you don't mind showing public affection with slut, have it hold your hand in public places, kiss and make out with it in public places. Tell everyone slut is your bitch." Hudson was fast to agree with this and now it looked like I had my first boyfriend. He was not what I expected to be my first boyfriend nor what I wanted for my first but that's what I got. Then Brian told him about not saying him or he when talking about me and saying it and it's and explained to Hudson the reason for that was because I am an object not a person anymore. Hudson had no problem with that, and Brian also asked him if he had a problem with me being used by all kinds of guys for their sexual pleasure. Hudson then said. "I don't care what it does, I just want to be able to walk around with a sexy guy and say it is my bitch. I want to be able to make out with slut and fuck it any time I want too also." Brian with a big smile on his face told Hudson that would be fine and that anything he wanted me to do for him I would do because I would be his bitch boyfriend. After that Jacob asked Brian what he thought about Hudson asking his parents to emancipate him since they wanted the kids out of the house anyways and if they agree to have Hudson move into the house and he could have my old room as his own and me and Hudson to sleep together every night. Brian loved that idea and so did Hudson. After that Hudson stood up and said he wanted to go home and have a talk with his parents about emancipating him and letting him move in with us. Brian gave him his phone number to call him after he had the talk with his parents and Hudson left. Brian then asked me if I was excited to finally have a boyfriend and hopefully get to move in with us to share a bed together. I just agreed and said whatever made him happy. Brian had decided that it was time to go back home. Once home Brian got a call from Hudson. After getting off the phone with him Brain looked at me and said. "Well, it's your lucky day slut, Hudson's parents were only too happy to emancipate him. He asked me to pick him up now. It will take a couple months for the process to be completed but they told him he could move here now. Why don't you sit here at the front door on your knees waiting for your boyfriend to get here." I was now naked because of being back home. So I did as Brian said and got on my knees and sat at the front door like a dog waiting for his master to return as my brothers sat on the couch watching TV and making sure I stayed there staring at the door. About an hour later I heard brains car pull up in the driveway and two doors shut. Then walled in Brain and Hudson. He had a suitcase full of his clothes to move in and then Hudson told me to stand up. I did and he grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me to him as he put his lips to mine and stuck his tongue in my mouth and had me make out with him right there at the doorway. I started to kiss him back and put my tongue in his mouth, when he then grabbed my hand and put it inside his shorts and had me rub his cock as we made out. I knew better with Brian standing there to keep my hand inside his shorts and rub his cock until he was fully hard. This lasted a good 10 minutes and finally Hudson let go of my head and said. "Brian said that since you're my boyfriend now that I can do whatever I want with you from now on. So lets go to my new room and you can put my cloths away for me before I fuck that sweet pussy of yours." I still had the leash on my collar, so Hudson grabbed the leash and had me follow him to my room. Well, I can no longer call it my room. It was Hudson's room. Hudson told me where he wanted his clothes hung up in the closet and his shirts and underwear and socks in the dresser. After I finished that Brian came in as the door to the bedroom was still open and had us go to his room where he showed Hudson his bed and offered him to use it any time, he wanted to with me, The only rule was to not make a mess in his bed. Hudson said that would not be a problem because he planned on always breeding me. Then Brian had me take the chest in his closet with my clothes locked up in there to Hudson's new room and gave him the key to the chest telling him. "Now that your sluts boyfriend I think it is only right you get to dress it how you like. Here is the key to the chest and we can all get into it except slut. It will never have access." Hudson told Brian he thought that was great and he loved the idea that he gets to choose what I am allowed to wear and when also. I on the other hand was not happy about this at all. Then Hudson and I went back to his room where I put the chest into the closet and when done Hudson was standing there by the bed and told me. "Ok slut, I want you to undress me and fold my clothes up and put them on top of my dresser." I then went and put my hands at the bottom of his shirt and pulled up to take it off him, I then made sure it was folded up neat and placed it on the dresser, I then went to the floor and undid the laces on his shoes and took then off. I placed them next to his shirt on the dresser. After that I put my fingers inside the elastic band on his shorts and pulled them down. I folded them up and placed them on top of his shirt. I then did the same with his underwear and once to pulled them down his already hard cock flung out and it was the first time I got to see it. He was the size I thought he was. 7 Inches long. I then took his socks off and put them on top of his other clothes when Hudson said. "You also need to fold my underwear up neatly also and my socks slut." I did as he said and now, I was looking at his naked body in full. Hudson then had me lay on my stomach on the bed as he went on top of me and started to spit in my hole to put his cock inside me. It didn't take him long and he finally pushed the head of his cock inside me and it started to hurt from only using his spit as lube. Hudson then started to push in further until he just collapsed on top of me and I started to scream out in pain. Hudson just ignored my screams as he put a pillow on top of my head to muffle the screams as he started to fuck me hard. About 5 minutes into the fucking I had stopped screaming and Hudson took the pillow off my head and laid on top of me as he pushed his cock in and out of my hole. Then Hudson started to say as he fucked me. "Damn you have a nice tight pussy. This is the first time I have fucked anyone in my life, and I am so glad to have my cock up your pussy for the first time slut. I am going to breed that pussy every night and shoot my Splooge up inside that pussy." Hudson then picked up the pace as he started to fuck me harder and deeper. Then I felt his cock start to pulse and throb as he started to cum inside me as he said. "That's it bitch, take my Penis Colada right up your cunt. Oh, fuck yeah, this feels great slut. Drain my balls you you fucking whore." After Hudson finished shooting his cum up inside me, he just laid his body down on top of me leaving his cock inside me still pulsating. After about 15 minutes of him laying on top of me he finally pulled out and got up and told me to put his shorts back on him. Just before I got up Hudson shoved the butt plug up inside me to hold his cum in there. I put his shorts back on him and he grabbed the leash and had me follow him back to the living room where Brian and my two brother's said. "Sounds like you two had a great time in there, did Hudson fill that pussy up for you slut?" I told him that he did, and then Brain ordered me to go cook dinner for everyone. I went to the kitchen as everyone else sat in the living room and listen to Hudson brag about how good it felt to fuck me. I was happy to be alone at that moment but it didn't last long when Hudson came into the kitchen and started to make out with me again. Hudson then pulled away and said to me. "Ok from now on every time I start kissing you, I want you to put a hand inside my paints and take ahold of my cock and stroke it as we make out. If you don't, I will have to punish you and I don't want to do that so you better just obey me right away and do that." Hudson then grabbed my face again and stuck his tongue inside my mouth and I make out with him and stuck my hand in his shorts and took ahold oh his cock and started to stroke it as we made out. He then let me finish making dinner for everyone and after dinner I had to clean the kitchen up and put the leftovers in the refrigerator. Then it was time for bed and Hudson took my leash and lead me to his room. At dinner it was made very clear to me by everyone that I do not have a room in the house to call my own. That my old room was now to be referred to Hudson's room. Once in Hudson's room I had to take his shorts off again and fold them. I laid down in bed on my stomach for Hudson to fuck me once again. He took the butt plug out of me and just pushed his hard cock in. He started to fuck me hard but this time it lasted a lot longer. He must have been fucking me for a good hour before unloading his cum inside of me. Hudson then laid his body on top of mine and fell asleep like that with his cock still up inside me. He stayed that way all night long until the morning when he woke up and his cock started to get hard inside of me, and he just started to fuck me awake. "Good morning slut, it's your wake-up call. How do you like feeling my cock up inside you waking you up as I pump my morning Prick Liquid up inside that sweet pussy of your faggot?" It was the first time I have ever been woken up with a cock fucking me. Hudson just moaned as he fucked me for a good 30 minutes before Cumming inside me again. Hudson then got up and this time he did not put the butt plug in me and just had me follow him into the bathroom to take a shower with him. Hudson then ordered me to wash his body for him as we showered together. After I got him all clean, he had me clean myself as he watched. Once done with that we got out and I had to dry his body with a towel as he stood there. Then we went back to his room where I had to put the clothes, he wanted to wear on him and dress him. Then Hudson said. "Just so you know, Brian had me read all about slave duties in this book and it said you must dress and undress me and wash my body and dry it off every time so you better get used to that slut." Hudson then pick out my clothes and we went to school. Once at school I had to hold Hudson's hand in the hallway so everyone could see we were together. Then we meet up with his friends and he started to tell them all about how I was his boyfriend and that we were together. Then his one friend said. "I never thought you would be with a popular jock, how lucky are you? We are the outcasts, and no one ever takes a second look at us." Hudson then grabbed my face and started to kiss me and I knew when he did that what I had to do so I kissed him back and put my hand inside his paints and took ahold of his cock and started to jerk him off right there in front of his friends. When he stopped kissing me, he told his friends about how he had been emancipated by his parents and that he moved in with us, then he commented. "See slut here can not get enough of me, I seen slut here in the park with its owner and slut begged me to be its boyfriend." They all told Hudson how great it was and how happy they were for him to snag a jock boyfriend, even if his boyfriend was a cock slut. Hudson told them that was the best boyfriend there was. That I was slutty and easy. Then Hudson offered his friends a blow job from me later and they got excited and said they would be over later. I never thought about Hudson's friends until now. Just another group to use me. The rest of the day went like normal. Me being the new school slut and having to hear all kinds of comments about myself. Then it was time for practice. Today was normal. I didn't have to get anyone off or blow anyone. It was a nice change. Then we left and Brain had me follow him again on the leash and Hudson was waiting by the car. Brian then said. "Ok slut, tonight we are all going out to dinner to celebrate your relationship. So, you will need a new outfit and I'm going to let Hudson pick it out for you." We then drove to the mall where we went shopping. Brian had bought Hudson a nice outfit. Hudson did not have any good clothes to go out in. Then when it came to my new outfit Hudson picked out these bright sliver paints with a black mesh shirt. It was screaming gay. Then we went over, and Brian had a dog tag made up for me out of one of those machines you see. He had it say. "Hudson's Bitch" on the tag and then Brian connected the tag to my collar. We then went home and changed into our new outfits. I also had my cuffs on my wrists and collar on with the new outfit I looks like a big time fag. And to add to it a new tag on my collar saying Hudson's Bitch. We then all got into the car. Brian, Hudson, me, and my two brothers. We got to the restaurant and Andrew and Dustin were already there waiting for us. Everyone looked nice, and dressed up except for myself, I looked like a flaming fag. We got seated to our table and I had to sit next to Hudson and under the table he put my hand inside his paints and had me hold on to his cock and stroke him in the restaurant. I knew at that moment this was going to be a long night. To be continued...... Thank you for reading my new story, I hope everyone has enjoyed it. More to come soon.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-best-friends-slave/becoming-best-friends-slave-2	Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2023 22:01:12 -0500 From: Chad Slave Subject: Becoming-Best-Friend's-Slave-2 If everyone could please show your support with contributions to keep the archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a Gay, Authoritarian story about a how I became my best friend's slave. This is a totally fictional story and is for entertainment only. I hope you enjoy it. Please send me feedback about my story at [email protected] Becoming Best Friend's Slave Chapter 2 We drove back to the cabin and once there Brian grabbed the leash and made me follow him into the cabin. I was still dressed in the skintight latex cloths and my hands were handcuffed behind my back with the ball gag in my mouth so I could not talk. Once in the cabin Andrew and Dustin came over to look at me. They seen me like this and unable to talk with the gag in my mouth and cum dried up all over my face. Brian then told them about our trip to the adult store and how I sucked the guy's cock that worked there and how he got his cock all the way down my throat. Brian then pulled out the book he bought about being a master and all three of them read it. I could see there were illustrations of different things to do and levels of different slaves. Brian read out loud the different levels of slaves. "Ok guys the first level is kind of boring. The slave would be more like a partner and not owned." As Brian was saying this, I really wished he would have picked that level. There were 5 different levels of slaves. Each level got more control and less freedom for myself. Brian finally read the last level and said. "The final level in here says your slave will be an object. Will have no say in anything and will do everything with no limits. I think this is the level we will follow." That's all that they read out loud. I watched as all three of them looked though the book and I heard one of them say they really wanted to try this one, or another person say that they would have to do this one. I didn't know what they were talking about but I was sure I would eventually find out. The rest of the weekend I was kept in my latex clothes and locked in the collar, and chastity. I must have sucked each of them off 5 times during the weekend and not once was able to cum myself. We finally left the cabin, and I was able to put my normal clothes back on. But the collar and chastity stayed on me. Once we got back Brian dropped Andrew and Dustin off at their houses first and took me home last. Once we got to my house he took the leash off but kept me in chastity. He then told me to be good as he left. Finally, I was home and did not have to suck all three of them off. I just wanted Brian's cock but ended up having to suck our other 2 friends and some stranger off. Then there was a call on my cell phone, and it was Brian. I picked up the phone as he told me to be ready. He was picking me back up that his parents wanted to talk to me about something. Brian did not live far, and it only took him 5 minutes to get back to my house. We drove to his house and once in his house his parents had me sit down in the kitchen with them as Brian's father said. "Hey Jason, I know this is something you really don't want to hear right now but this weekend when we went over to check on the house for you so you guys could have a nice weekend your grandmother seemed more out of it than normal. I have talked to a friend about getting her into a nursing home to be taken care of by professionals. Don't worry, you and your brothers will be fine. Now that you're 18 you are considered an adult and you three can stay in the house under your supervision. This will be the best for your grandmother." As much as I didn't want to admit it, I knew he was right. I agreed and we went over to pick my grandmother up because Brian's dad had already set things up for me and she would be taken care of there. Since we did not have money, my grandmother's retirement fund paid for the nursing home and what didn't cover it the government would. I was also told that the bills at the house would be taken care of by Brian's parents to help us out. I was told I had to get a job to pay for food and whatever else came up. I had to be the provider for my brothers. We then all left for my house. I rode with Brian and his dad drove behind us. I was so sad that my grandmother had to go there and not be with us, but it was best for her, and I was also told we could visit her any time we wanted to. Once in the house me and my two-brother helped pack her up and we said goodbye to our grandmother and told her we would visit here every time we could. She didn't understand what we were saying. I found out she had dementia. And me and my two brothers understood. Brian's dad told my brothers not to worry about getting to stay here. After Brian's dad and our grandmother left it was only us at the house now. I knew it would be much different at the house without her here. Then Brain said he was going to the car for something and would be right back in. Brian then came back with his duffle bag and sat it down at the dinner table. He took out the collar and told me to come over to him as he put the collar on me in front of my brothers. He then connected the leash to it and then said to my brother Jacob. "Hey Jake, there is so much I must tell you about this weekend. You see your brother here came out as a fag to us and sucked our cocks all weekend. I took him as my personal slave. So, what I'm asking you is when he is here at home will you take control of him and have him obey you as a second Master when I am not around. I also renamed him slut so I would like everyone to call him by that name from now on. I will text you on what slut eats and how he needs to act. You and your brother can also use him any time you want to." Jacob asked Brian what he meant by use me and Brian then explained. "If you want slut to suck your cock or make you food or clean the house. You can make him do anything you want." Jacob looked at me as I hung my head down in shame and I heard Jacob say. "Yeah, I will love to be in charge of slut for you Brian." Brian handed Jacob the leash that was connected to my collar and now my own brother knew about me, and he has control over me. Brian and Jacob exchanged phone numbers so that Brian could tell Jacob things he wanted done with me. Then Brian said. "I need slut here to be trained. And part of that training is a life change. He needs to always know I'm in charge even when I am not around. I also would like slut to always stay nude at the house if you and your bother don't mind a naked fag walking around." Jacob and Jarod looked at each other and then told Brian that was fine by them. Then I heard Brian order me to strip off my clothes. I did as he ordered and now for the first time my brothers seen my cock locked up in a metal chastity cage. Brian then told them. "As you guys can see, slut here is locked up and can not touch his dick. I want to keep it that way. He is not allowed to cum without my permission. I am the only one with a key to his locked dick and his collar. And I would also like to make a few changes in his room eventually if you don't mind." They both could care less about what he wanted to change. Then Brian said to my brothers. "Another part of his training will be humiliation. So, what I want you guys to do if you ever want slut to suck your cocks is when he is down there with your cocks in its mouth to degrade him. Call him names. Spit on his face. Cum on his face and make him wear it around. Do what ever you can think of that would degrade him." They both agreed and brain told them bye as he left to go to his house. I looked at Jacob and asked him if they were serious and going to help Brian train me. Jacob said. "Yeah, wouldn't we be serious. You are the one that wanted to be Brian's fag slave. And now me and Jarod are to benefit from your decision. Who in their right mind would not want a live in cock sucker to use whenever they wanted to? And we won't have to lift a finger again. No more chores for us. That's now your job. Now let's put this to the test and get down on the ground in front of me and suck by cock dry faggot." Now I know I wanted to be his slave and even agreed to be an object for Brian, but I did not know this all would happen. I then got down on my knees in front of Jacob and looked right into his crotch as I watched him pull his paints down and his already hard cock came out and I now seen my brother's hard cock for the first time in my life. I could not believe it when I seen it but Jarod at the age of 16 had a bigger cock than I did. He was 7 inches long. I then put my mouth up to his cock and put my lips around it and started to move my head up and down on my brother's cock. Then Jacob looking down at me with his cock in my mouth said. "That's it you fucking fag. Suck on my fucking cock. Look up at me while you suck on my cock slut. I want you to see my face as you work on my meat bitch." I now had tears in my eyes listing to my brother talk to me like this as I looked up at his face while his cock was going in and out of my mouth. I only got it halfway down. I still had a hard time trying to deep throat a cock. As I was looking up at Jacob, he spit a big loggie right in my face. I felt it hit my forehead and then slide down my eye and then cheek. Once it fell off my face and onto the floor Jacob did it again and spit on my forehead. I was so humiliated. Jacob finally started to cum and he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoot tons of his cum all over my face. After he finished Cumming Jacob told Jaron to step up in front of me so I could suck his cock dry also. When Jarod pulled his paints down, I seen that he was also bigger than me. Not by much. Only an inch and he was about 6 inches long at the age of 14. Just seeing my 14-year-old brother having a bigger cock than myself was humiliating enough. But now I was down on his cock suck him off also as he spit in my face and called me names also. After they Jarod finished Cumming all over my face also. Jacob ordered me to clean the kitchen. We have always had a system and each week we had a part of the house to clean. This week Jarod had the kitchen. But now that I'm a slave it was my job now. I had to clean every room in the house. As I was cleaning the kitchen Jacob came in and was on the phone with Brian. Jacob had Brian on the speaker phone so I could hear everything they talked about. Jacob told Brian how I sucked both his and Jarod's cocks and how they covered my face in their cum. And how they called me names and spit in my face. Then I heard Brian say. "Well, I talked to my parents, and they said that I could stay there with you guys from now on if I wanted to. I am going to take over your grandmothers bedroom as my own so I will be able to also train slut myself. Don't worry slut will have to always obey you guys also. There will just be three of us there now to keep slut in line. My dad is also buying the house for me to own. He said the money would help go to your grandmother's care." Brian was serious about me being his object slave. He wanted total control over me. And Brian got what he wanted. He now has total control. Now Brian's parents were paying the bills at the house and put the house in his name, so he owned the house we lived in. Then I heard Brian say over the phone. "And just to let you know I had a talk with my father, and I told him all about owning slut as an object. That's why he is buying the house for me and is letting me move in there with you guys. He told me if I am to do anything I need to do it fully and that includes owning a slave object." Oh my god I thought to myself. Brian told his dad about him owning me and his dad didn't care one bit. I guess I am getting what I asked for. I am now going to be Brian's slave object full time. Jacob hung the phone up with Brian and was ordered to go to bed by Jacob. I was only too happy to obey that order. The next morning, I woke up and went to take my shower and get ready for school. The morning went as a normal day. The only thing was the collar and chastity were still locked on me and I had to go to school wearing them. I went to leave the house and Brian pulled up to the house and had me ride to school with him. When I got into the car, and we left for work I asked Brian if he would unlock and take the collar off me, and he replied as he started to laugh. "No slut. Your collar will only come off when I want to take it off and trust me that will be far and few times I decide to take that off you. I want everyone to know that you're my property in school. From this point on everyone in school will know exactly what you are. A slave object that I own." I was now very humiliated. I was going to have to walk around school with this collar on all day long. Brian of course made sure everyone knew I was owned by him also. Of course, there was many guys in the school asking Brian if he would lend me out to them for a good blow job but Brian just smiled and told them he would think about it. All day long I felt humiliated. My cover up girlfriend got pissed off by what she said I humiliated her by becoming a fag. Needless to say, she broke it off with me, but I really didn't care about that anyways. She was only a cover up story for myself and now that the entire school now knew I was a fag I didn't have to keep up that secret any longer. At the end of the school day, we had a Swim practice and brain put the leash on my collar and made me follow him into the locker room like that in front of the entire team. Andrew and Dustin was already telling them how I has sucked there cocks and they covered my face in their cum this past weekend. Everyone was laughing and joking around when Gabe, one of our teammates came over to us and asked Brian. "Hey Brian, I hear you own this fag now as a slave." Brian told him yeah, he did, and Gabe then asked Brian. "So, I heard you let Andrew and Dustin use your fags mouth this past weekend. I was wondering if you would let me use him also. You see my cock is really big and my girl can only get a little way down on me and I want to be balls deep in a cock suckers' mouth." Brian then told him sure if he gave the swim team a show and let them watch as he went balls deep in my mouth. He agreed. Then Brian told him that I could not get balls deep unless he did something to me to make sure his cock would go down my throat and when Brian told him to push all the way in he would have to do it when he said for him to or I wouldn't get it in my throat. Gabe then replied. "I don't care how we get this done lets just get my cock down this fags' throat. You let me know when to push in there Brian." Brian then ordered me onto my knees in front of Gabe as the rest of the team stood in a circle around us and watched as Gabe pulled his cock out. It looked big but was still soft. If I had to guess, he would be about 8 inches when hard. Then Gabe grabbed his cock and started to slap my face with it. It started to get hard but then I was told to start blowing him. While I was giving Gabe a blow job now his cock started to get harder, and it kept growing. Once he was fully hard, he was 11 inches long and it was a monster cock. I was now scared of his cock. He was definitely a grower and not a shower. All my teammates were amazed by his size. As was I. Then I heard Brian say to Gabe. "Ok dude grab sluts head with both hands and start to face fuck him. When I tell you to pull his head down as fast as you can agents you and shove that cock in his throat." Gabe did exactly that. He only could get it halfway in and I started to gag on his cock big time. Then I felt a sudden pain in my back from Brian hitting me with that whip again and I started to scream when Brian told Gabe to shove it in fast. With me screaming my throat opened up and let Gabe's cock all the way down my throat and my face hit Gabe's body as his cock was all the way in me now and his balls up agents my chin. Gabe just held my head tight there and would not let me up as he said. "Fuck yeah that's what I am talking about. Swallow that cock you fucking fag. Gag on me. Fuck this feels great." My eyes were now watering, and I was gasping for air. I could hold my breath for a long time, but I must have has Gabe's cock down my throat for over a minute now and really needed to breath. Gabe finally let go of my head and when I pulled my head off and gasped to get air, I heard Brian say. "Ok slut you got to breath now get back on Gabe's cock." I picked my head up and put his cock back in my mouth when Brain hit me again with the whip and Gabe shoved his cock back in me balls deep. This time Gabe held my head tight against his body as he grinded his hips making his cock move in my throat. Then Gabe said. "Damn I didn't know how good it would feel having a cock massage by a gaging throat. This feels fucking awesome. Look at me slut while my cock is down that fag throat of yours bitch." I looked up at Gabe and seen the biggest smile on his face. I have never seen him this happy about anything. Gabe finally let go of my head again and I gasped for air just to be put back on his cock and hit once again for Gabe to shove his cock back down my throat. This time I heard Brain say. "You know slut, if you just learn to take a cock down that throat of yours and learn to breath though your nose, I will not have to hit you with this whip to get you to open up for us. Why don't we give you the chance next time for you to take Gabe's cock down your throat on your own. If you swallow his cock, I will not hit you with the whip ever again to get a cock down there." I hated that whip, and I knew I would try my best to get it down my throat on my own. Gabe then pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I gasped for air as much as I could before I put my mouth around his cock again. This time I pushed my head down his shaft and started to gag once again when I got halfway down. I was determined to do this on my own so I put my hands on Gabe's hips and kept pulling myself as hard as I could up on his cock when finally, his cock slammed in, and his cock went down my throat. It was the first time I got a cock down my throat without having to be hit with the whip so I would yell and open my throat. Gabe took a hold of my head as soon as I was balls deep on him once again and then I heard Brian say. "Great job slut. You did it on your own. Now I expect you to go balls deep on every cock that goes in that cock sucker of yours." Then I heard Gabe say. "Fuck slut that feels great. I expect a blow job from you all the time now. Your fucking throat feels great on my shaft bitch. Now look up at me as I skull fuck your ass." I looked up at Gabe as he took ahold of my head, and he was now pulling all the way out and shoving his cock back down my throat. My eyes watered and I still gagged a lot but now he had no problem getting his cock down my throat. Gabe then started to moan as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and jerks his cum all over my face and said. "That's it you fucking cock sucker. Take that cum all over that face you bitch. Fuck yeah. This feels so fucking great." Gabe shoot tons of cum all over my face and hair. After he was done Cumming all over me, he stepped back and I just realized that the team just watched everything that just happened. I had blocked them out and forgot they were there. Everyone was so quiet as they watched me pleasure Gabe's cock. Then I heard everyone start to argue about who would be next to get their cock sucked by me. Brian then said to everyone. "Ok guys calm down. That's enough for now. Don't worry I will have a party at my new house sometime soon and everyone will be able to get their turn on the fag's cock sucker." Now I was worried. The entire swim team was going to put their cocks in my mouth now. We got ready to do the swim practice when Brain took the collar off me so I could swim. He left the chastity on me, and it felt strange having that on and I could not swim fast with it on. When I told Brian this he said. "Well, you need to learn to swim fast with that on or just sit on the bench when we all compete because that is never coming off you. I don't want you to ever be able to touch yourself again and you will never cum again." After the practice Brian put the collar back on me and the leash and had me follow him to his car. We then drove back to my house where Brian then got out of the car and made me follow him into the house on my leash. To be continued...... Thank you for reading my new story, I hope everyone has enjoyed it. More to come soon.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-best-friends-slave/becoming-best-friends-slave-1	Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2023 03:22:10 -0500 From: Chad Slave Subject: Becoming-Best-Friend's-Slave-1 If everyone could please show your support with contributions to keep the archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a Gay, Authoritarian story about a how I became my best friend's slave. This is a totally fictional story and is for entertainment only. I hope you enjoy it. If everyone could please show your support with contributions to keep the archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Please send me feedback about my story at [email protected] Becoming Best Friend's Slave Chapter 1 Let me start off the story with some background of myself. My name is Jason, and I am 18 years old and a senior in high school. I am 5 foot 9 inches tall, and I weigh 145 pounds. I have a nice body. I'm actually very proud of my body. I have nice abs and a nice tan from always going to the beach. I live on the southern east coast near the beach. I have also been a closeted gay guy in school. I have always known that I liked guys but for appearances I acted straight and even have a girlfriend even though we have never done anything but kiss. I have brown hair wavy hair that is just long enough to go to the top of my eyes. And the color of my eyes is sky blue. Everyone says how nice my eyes are. Now I must tell you about my home life. I have two brothers. Both are younger. I am the oldest. My brother Jacob is 16 years old, and my brother Jarod is 14 years old. My parents had a thing for names starting with a J. My parents had passed away 10 years back from a car accident so we all three live with my grandmother. Recently old age has been getting to her, so she is not all there mentally like she use to be. Me and my brothers do whatever we want to most of the time and she does not even know what's going on. My youngest brother Jarod does not even remember my parents and Jacob remembers them but not as well as I do. Both of my brothers look totally different from me. They both have brown hair like me, but Jacob has brown eyes with short messy hair look and Jarod has Hazel eyes with hair a little longer than Jacob but shorter than mine. Now let's talk about my best friend Brian. He is 18 like me. He has short red hair with gray eyes. His body is more muscular than mine. Most of my friends are on the swim team so we all have swimmer build bodies. He is taller than me at 6 foot tall and he weighs 165 pounds. We are on the school Swim team together. Every time I see him in his speedos, I always try to get a peek at his big bulge. I could tell he was big down there. I never thought he seen me peak at him because I always made sure it was fast. Brian and my other two friends from the swim team decided to go and rent a cabin in the woods this coming weekend. Our other two friends were Andrew and Dustin. Andrew is one year younger than us at 17 years old and Dustin was also 18 like me and Brian. I never looked at their bulges in their speedos like I did Brian, but I could tell by watching them swim they were also big down there. I was on the small side down there. I was only 5 inches long, and not thick at all. Andrew is 5 foot 11 inches tall with short blond hair and green eyes. And Dustin is 5 foot 10 inches tall with wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. I think it's also worth mentioning that 2 weeks before our trip to the woods Brian and his girlfriend broke up. Also, about me and my family, we did not have much money. Everything I have I had to work hard to get. So needless to say, I still did not have a car yet, so we all rode with Brian in his car to the cabin. Brian comes from a very wealthy family, and he is an only child, so he is spoiled. His parents bought him a brand-new SUV. It is very nice with all the bells and whistles. I told my grandmother I was leaving but was not sure she understood. I told my brother Jacob to make sure our little brother was ok and to take care of our grandmother when I then left the house with my friends. I also told him that there was poor reception in the woods and if there was an emergency to call Brian's parents. I had already talked to them with Brian, and they agreed to drop in and check up on them so I would not have to worry about them, and we could have a fun time with our friends. We drove about 2 hours away to get to the cabin and once we got there, we knew we would not be bothered by anyone since the nearest neighbor to the cabin was over 3 miles away. It was dark out there in the middle of nowhere but a very nice cabin. We got out of the car and took a tour of the cabin. There was a hot tub on the back patio and a fire pit in the back yard. Inside the cabin there was a nicely sized living room with a pool table in it. There was a television with satellite service and a stereo for entertainment. There were only two bedrooms and both rooms had king-sized beds in it. We decided that me and Brian would sleep in one room together and Andrew and Dustin would share the other room. We hung out for a while and joked around and normal teenage boy's stuff. We got into the hot tub out back and talked about girls in our school who were hot. That subject really didn't interest me, but I played along and kept up the act of being straight. It started to get late, and we all went to bed. Once me and Brian got into the bed Brian looked over at me and said. "Hey dude, can I ask you a question?" I told him to ask me anything and Brian then said. "You know me and my girl broke up a couple weeks ago and she use to suck on my cock every day after school in my car when I took her home. Well I have noticed you checking my crotch out at sim meets and practice and I think your gay and was wondering if you would want to suck on my cock for me tonight?" I didn't say anything for a few minutes and was shocked by what Brian had just asked me. I didn't know what to do. In my mind I was thinking hell yeah, I wanted to suck his cock. But I was also thinking if I said that he would know I was gay and things would not be the same ever again. So I thought up and answer to Brian that I figured would let me suck his cock and he would not think I was gay. Well at least at that moment I thought he wouldn't know I was gay, but I was wrong. I said "Ok Brian I will suck your cock for you because I am your best friend and you have not gotten head in over two weeks. But only because you're my best friend. I have never sucked cock before so I'm sure it will not be the same as your ex." Brian then stood up and took his shorts off and out flopped his huge cock. It was the first time I have seen his cock and to add to it he was already hard. He must have been at least 9 inches long. He sat back on the bed and told me to start sucking him. Now I was not lying when I told him I have never sucked on a cock before, and I was nervous. I put my head between Brian's legs and put the head of his cock into my mouth for the first time. I looked down the shaft of his cock and seen how long it was and wondered how far down I would be able to get down on him. I looked at his red pubes as I tried my hardest to push my head down on him. I could only get halfway down on his cock, and I started to gag so I would pull my head back. Brain kept telling me to watch my teeth as I was going down on him. About 30 minutes into it Brain started to moan and pulled his cock out of my mouth and jerked himself the rest of the way off and started to cum all over his chest. Then Brain got up and cleaned himself off and put his shorts back on as he said to me. "Ok Jason I know your gay and its not a big deal to me. I am your best friend, and I would hope you would be honest with me at least." I thought about what Brian just said and the fact that I already had his cock in my mouth I said to him. "Ok Brian your right I am gay, but I do not want anyone to know that." Brian just smiled and replied. "Why don't you want anyone to know about you being gay? It's not a big deal. To be honest with you I have always wanted to own my own slave. With that being said, I have a proposal for you. Now if you want to continue sucking my cock, and I will train you to be a great cock sucker I would want you to be my slave." I asked Brian what he meant by being his slave and he said. "I would own you. You will do whatever I said whenever I told you and wherever I tell you to do it. You would have to break up with your girlfriend but I'm sure you will not have a problem with that. And you would also get my cock every day." Just thinking about it was making me hard as a rock so I said very fast that he had a deal. Then Brian said "Before you jump into this, I do want you to understand no matter what you will do everything I say. I want total control over you, and I will own you like property. You will be owned by me. And you will obey me no matter what, and you will also have to wear what I tell you to wear. You will be mine." Not really thinking about what all Brain meant by all of this I agreed and told him I wanted him to own me. All I could think about was I got to suck his cock every day and he would help me learn to suck cock great. Brian then said. "Ok then I will be your Master and you will be my slave. Let's get some sleep and we can talk about this more tomorrow. And remember no matter what you do what I say when I say and where I said it." I was excited and nervous all at once. I had finally got to suck Brian's cock and now I agreed to be his slave. I didn't know what all that detailed but I was about to finally enter the next chapter in my life. The next morning when we woke up Brian looked over at me with a big smile on his face as he said. "From this point on I am going to call you Slut, because you are now my slut and I think it is more fitting for you." I didn't say anything as we got up and headed into the living room where Andrew and Dustin were already watching a movie on the TV. We both sat down and started to watch the TV with them when all of a sudden I heard Brian say. "Fuck I could really use a good blow job right now; Slut get over here and pull my cock out and suck it." I looked over at Andrew and Dustin as they looked at Brian like he was on crack. I could see they were dumb founded and had no clue who Brian was talking to. As for me, I just froze and couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't think he would say that to me in front of our friends when I hear Brain yell at me as he looked right at me so the other two now knew who he was talking to as he said. "Get the fuck over here slut and do as I fucking say. You said you are a fag and wanted to be owned by me and you would do whatever, wherever, and whenever I said so get your fucking cock sucking lips around my shaft fag." As humiliated as I was I got up and sat on the floor in front of Brain and pulled his cock out as I put my lips around it and started to suck oh him right in front of Andrew and Dustin. I then heard Andrew and Dustin say things like. "What the fuck? Jason is sucking on your dick Brian. I didn't know Jason was a fag." I was so humiliated as I kept sucking on Brian's cock and Brian then started to tell them that I was now his slave and he owned me like property. Brian then told them not to call me Jason anymore and to call me Slut. When I then heard Andrew ask Brian. "Since you own slut now will he do anything you tell him to?" Brian replied to Andrew that I would when Andrew then asked Brian. "So, if you told slut to suck me and Dustin's cocks he will?" Brian with a big smile on his face said. "Yeah, he will. Why do you guys want slut to suck your cocks also?" Without hesitation both said yes, they wanted me to suck their cocks also when Brian then said. "Well, you heard them slut, after you get done sucking me off you are going to suck off my other two friends off for them. And now that you're my slave we are no longer friends but now my property. And if you guys want to, I could use some help training my new slave to be a good bitch and learn to suck proper cock and other things if you guys would help me." They both replied that they would love to help Brian train me and then told me that they are also no longer my friends. As Brian told me, from now on I had to call him Master and Andrew, and Dustin Sir. Then Brain was about to cum but this time he held my head on his cock as he came into my mouth telling me. "That's it you fucking slut, swallow my love juice down that fag throat of yours." This was the first time I have ever had cum in my mouth and Brain shoot streams of his cum into my mouth. Most of it fell out of my mouth and I tried to swallow as much as I could. After he was done Cumming, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to put my face on the floor and lick the rest of his cum off the ground. After I finished doing that Andrew already had his cock out and I seen his cock for the first time. He must have been about 7 inches long. Not as big as Brian but much bigger than I was. When I put my mouth now around Andrew's cock, I heard Andrew say. "Your right Brian the slut really does need a lot of training but when we finish training him to suck proper cock it will be great having a cock sucking fag around." The same thing happened with Andrew as Brian, and I had to now lick his cum off the floor also. Just as I was finished doing that I looked up and seen Dustin standing in front of me with his cock now out and hard. Dustin was 8 inches long. Not as long as Brian but longer than Andrew. I was now wondering what was wrong with me and my 5-inch-long cock. Dustin then said as I sucked on him. "Fuck yeah, I could get use to this. I never get my girl to blow me but now slut can do it for me from now on." So that you know Brian just broke up with his girl 2 weeks ago and Dustin still has a girl. But Andrew was single for a while. His parents would not let him have a girlfriend. He had to put all his energy into schoolwork and the swim team. They are perfectionists and expect perfection out of Andrew and that meant he had no time for girls. But he did have friends and now me to give him head whenever Brian tells me to. Dustin now was Cumming, and he came a lot also so I had to lick the cum that I didn't swallow and fell on the floor also. After I finished that Brian told them that me and him had to take a trip into town for some stuff that we would be back. Once we got into the car and pulled away, I looked at Brain and asked him. "Why did you do that to me in front of them? I thought I would be owned by you and not them." Brian started to laugh as he then said to me. "Your right slut you are owned by me and not them. But I also told you that you would have to do whatever, whenever, and wherever I say for you to do, I wanted you to give my friends a blow job so that's what you did. And when I was sitting there, I was horny, so I told you to suck my cock in front of them because that's what I wanted. This is what you signed up for and I hope you learn this lesson fast because I won't care who is around. If I'm horny you will fix that for me slut." I just shut up and knew that he was right and I did ask for this. I then asked Brian where we are going when Brian said. "It does not fucking matter slut. From now on I never want you to question me again. You just sit there like the good slut you are and obey me. I am in control and its in your best interest for you to learn that right away." I then sat there quietly as we kept driving. We finally made it into the closest city when we then pulled up to an adult store. Brian then told me to get out of the car and we walked into the store. Once we got in there this guy behind the counter asked for our IDs to make sure we were 18 years old. This was the first time either of us had been in an adult store and we must have looked like lost puppies when the guy that checked out IDs came over and asked us if he could help us find anything when I then heard Brain say. "Yeah I just took ownership of this slave and I wanted to get some things to train him." The guy was in his early 30s and told Brain he would be happy to help us and just told Brian he had to ask a few question so he knew how to help us. He then asked Brian what kind of relationship we had. Was it Boyfriends wanting to spice things up or something else. Then Brain said. "No not boyfriends. Slut here use to be my best friend. I'm straight and he is a fag. So, it's more like my property. I own him." The guy then went over and got a book. It was a guide to being a owner of a slave. Then the guy started to show Brian some collars. There were some leather ones and some metal ones. Brian really like the metal ones and the guy also showed him where a padlock would go, and Brian could lock me into the leash as he kept the key for it. Then the guy showed Brian chastity devices in case he wanted to control me being able to touch myself. Brian of course wanted that also and really liked the metal ones of them also. You must remember Brian's family has money and he was spoiled. So, he has his own credit card, and he has a 10-thousand-dollar limit. So, he didn't care how much stuff cost. The guy showed him other things like hand cuffs, whips, mouth gags and even cloths. Of course, Brian wanted everything. After he checked out the bill came up to almost 1 thousand dollars. After Brian paid for it, the guy asked Brian. "So, we have a back room, if you like we can take your slave back there and put the chastity and collar on him now and I can show you how to put it on him and lock him up." Brian agreed and we followed this guy to the back room where I was told to drop my shorts. I did as order and the guy took the chastity out of the package and then he grabbed my cock and started to put it on me. I was so strange having this stranger holding onto my cock and putting this chastity on me. He had a pack of 4 small padlocks that all used the same key. He locked the device on my cock, and I looked down at my crotch and seen the device was only about 1 inch long. My cock just barely fit in it. I was then handed this black pair of skin tight latex shorts to put on along with a matching shirt. Then the guy put the metal collar around my neck and pad locked it on me. After that he pulled my hands behind my back and hand cuffed them together and then put a ball gag in my mouth and pulled it tight. The ball on the gag went to the back of my mouth and the straps pulled on my mouth on the sides. My shoes where taken off of me and a leash was connected to the collar around my neck. I was then moved over to stand in front of a fill mirror and had to look at myself like this. I looked so pathetic. Brian and the guy started to talk about me like I was not even in the room. The guy then asked. "So do you plan on lending your slave to other guys for use?" Then Brian told the guy all about how he had me suck Andrew and Dustin's cock just before coming there. The guy then said. "Your slave is so fucking cute. Would you have him suck my cock real fast to get me off for helping you out with everything? Brian agreed and then pushed me to my knees and took the gag out of my mouth and ordered me to suck off this 30 something year old guy off. I looked at this guy and he was about 8 inches long also. Once I was on his cock the guy said. "You really need to teach your slave how to suck cock. You know if you beat it with the whip as he sucks on you and he messes up he will learn fast what not to do because he won't want to be beat." With that said Brian handed him the whip and asked him if he would start my training. He was only too happy to help Brian. I felt my teeth touch the guys cock and he drew his hand back and slapped the whip across my back and I screamed as his cock was then shoved into my throat as I was screaming. I was now gaging and chocking on his cock as he held my head tight balls deep on him and his pubes pressed up against my nose. The guy then said. "You see now he is learning not to use his teeth and also how to deep throat a cock at the same time." The guy then let go of my head and I pulled all the way off as I gasped for air when I heard the guy say. "Ok that's enough slut now back on my cock." This all keep going with him hitting my back with the whip and shoving his cock all the way down my throat as I gaged. The guy finally was ready to cum and pulled his cock out and shoot his load all over my face and hair. The guy then told me that was a good look for me when Brian then thanked him for everything and then took my leash and made me follow him out in public like this. Most people just glanced at me and didn't say much like it was normal. But once out of the store people stared at me dressed like this with a collar and leash on with my face covered in cum. To be continued...... Thank you for reading my new story, I hope everyone has enjoyed it. More to come soon.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-disobedient-object	Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2024 04:08:08 +0000 From: werty238 Subject: The Disobedient Object I'm very obedient. I'm not a brat in need of taming. I'm not one of those selfish subs that purposely disobeys because they enjoy punishment. I don't enjoy punishment. Sure the pain can be titillating, but I absolutely hate disappointing Sir. He only punishes me when he is disappointed. When I have not lived up to expectations. I wish to never disappoint him. I'm his toy, his tool, his useful object. Imagine if you were to pick up a hammer and it refused to hit the nail. It's unthinkable right? That's an inanimate object. It will do what you want it to do. For it to do otherwise is impossible. That's what I want to be for him. So, I'm never willfully disobedient. But there are some areas where I'm deficient and my master is always training me to be more useful for him. I must learn complete control over my body. I've already trained myself to only use the restroom when allowed. I can completely ignore the urge and I only do it at times that are convenient for my master. Same with hunger and thirst. I only eat and drink at times that are convenient for him. If I'm hungry, but he needs me for a service, then I ignore the hunger and complete the task. There will be time to eat later. His desires come before everything. However, there's one area of body control where I'm still deficient: cumming. I'm in a cock cage most of the time and rarely have an orgasm. But there are still times when my master is fucking me that I accidentally cum without permission. He's so good at fucking. His huge penis fills my little hole. I'm usually on my back, knees up to my head. He chokes me until my face is bright red. Insults me, spits on me, and covers my mouth and nose with his muscular hand denying me breath. This is where I often lose it. An orgasm at that moment feels so good. I try so hard to concentrate and not to cum. But I usually fail. I must learn how to be fucked without cumming. Only Sir is allowed to cum whenever he wants. I may only cum with permission and I rarely have permission to do so. Sex is about my master's pleasure. Not about mine. Me cumming without permission is a selfish act. I'm so ashamed when it happens. Especially the fact that I came before he did, that's incredibly disrespectful of me. It's a sign that I was thinking about myself and not him. I lost myself in my own pleasure and forgot what I was truly there for: to be his useful object. I haven't lost of sense of self yet, and that makes me feel like a failure. Fortunately, my master is working on me, and I know his strict training will soon pay off. One evening he ordered me to lie on the table in the dungeon. The wrist, ankle, and neck straps were fastened tightly. I was blindfolded. "You do not have permission to cum." "Yes, sir." My master unlocked my caged penis. He covered his hands in lotion and began stroking my penis slowly and gently. It hasn't had such luxurious treatment in so long that I'm afraid I'll cum quickly. But I focus. I force myself to think of his command. I mustn't disobey. My master notices my control and decides to increase the pressure. He inserts a vibrator into me and begins expertly massaging my prostate. I'm about to lose it. But I focus. I maintain control. With the vibrator still going, my master clips on the nipple clamps, a major erogenous zone for me. He puts more lotion on his hands and strokes me more rapidly than before. It takes everything I have to maintain control. Then my master makes his final move. He puts duct tape over my mouth and a clothes pin on my nose. This is when I begin to lose control. The vibrator, the nipple clamps, the breath play, the expert stroking of my cock. I can't hold it. It feels so good. I cum bucket loads everywhere. My moment of pleasure passes quickly as I suddenly realize that I've disobeyed him. I'm so ashamed. I'm not my master's useful object. He takes off the clothes pin and the blindfold. He pulls out the vibrator and rips off the tape and nipple clamps. "You disobedient little shit. I explicitly told you not to cum and look at what you did. You disgust me." "I'm so sorry sir. Please forgive me sir." "Shut up you pathetic faggot. You will pay for this." He unties my right hand and gives me the spoon. "First you will scoop up every bit of your cum and you will eat it." He watches me eat every bite. It disgusts me to have to consume the cum of such a low status faggot. Each spoonful is a reminder of my failure. This spoon is only used for this purpose and it's never washed. It's filthy. I hate putting it in my mouth. With every gulp my Adam's apple chafes against the still fastened neck strap. After I'm done he unbuckles all the remaining restraints. "Go strap yourself into the punishment wall." "Yes, sir." The punishment wall has a rope that comes through a hole high up. I buckle my wrists into the straps at the end of the rope and put my back to the wall. "Ready, sir." He's on the other side of the wall and pulls the rope I'm tied to until I'm completely lifted off the floor and hanging by my wrists. He is so strong. I'm not very high off the ground. If I try, I can stretch out my toes and just barely touch the floor with the tip of them. He lets me dangle alone for a while. The pull on my arms is painful. I can hear him watching TV in the living room. About an hour passes and he comes back. Without saying a word, he punches me hard in the gut. Then an uppercut to the balls. As much as it hurts, his disappointment hurts worse. "Thank you, sir." I always thank him for his gifts. He is giving me the gift of an education right now. He goes around the other side, releases the rope and I collapse on the hard floor. I know what's coming next. Nothing gets him in the mood like beating me does. He puts me in a headlock and fucks my ass mercilessly with his giant cock as I lay on the floor. He pumps me full of his cum, granting me an honor I don't deserve. I almost cum a second time, but I dare not. He flips me over and stands full weight on my stomach with his right foot. He rests his left foot on my chest. I let out a loud groan when he stands on me. I'm only 5'5" and a wimpy 130 pounds. He is 6'3" and 220 pounds of muscle. But looking up at him at this moment and feeling the full weight of his power puts me in a state of awe. This man is a god to me. "You understand why I had to punish you, right, boy?" "Yes, sir. I'm so sorry sir. I'll try to do better." "Explain to me why you had to be punished so I know you really understand." "I disobeyed you, Sir. I was selfish. I was thinking about my pleasure instead of your command. I deserved far worse punishment than you gave me." He places his left foot on my face. "Lick it, boy." I lick every inch of the sole of his foot. He then brings that foot to my stomach, shifts his weight to it and then places his other one on my face. "Lick it, boy." This is the forgiveness ritual. Him standing on me is symbolic of our the our relative status in this relationship. He is everything. I am nothing. His full weight pressing against me is a reminder of the immense burden of servitude that I voluntarily took up for this great master. His allowing me to lick his feet indicates that granting me the honor of returning to the status of useful object. Once this ritual is complete I know that I'm forgiven. My transgression will never be held against me. I start anew with a clean slate. This ritual makes me feel good about myself. The guilt of disappointing him is so immense that I need this ritual so I feel that I have paid my debt to him. He steps off of me. "Stand up." He puts my cock cage back on. I immediately drop to my knees as soon as it's fastened, kiss his feet, and thank him repeatedly. "All right boy. Clean up this room. Finish your remaining chores and get some rest. We'll be back here tomorrow night to see if you've truly learned your lesson." "Yes, sir." Thank you for reading. Please consider donating to Nifty here: https://donate.nifty.org/. It's a fantastic resource for the LGBT community that deserves your support.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-conversationalist	Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2024 21:27:57 +0000 From: werty238 Subject: The Conversationalist I am useful to my master in many ways. Yes, he frequently uses me for his sexual desires. But my master has a wide variety of interests and I work hard to be useful in every aspect of his life. For example, my master is an educated man who enjoys a wide variety of subjects: science, art, history, politics, you name it. He is a voracious student of all things, and he loves to discuss whatever he's currently learning. When someone more interesting isn't available, he will discuss these topics with me. Because of this, I've spent countless hours learning as much as I can about everything. I've memorized vast amounts of content so I can discuss any topic he might want at a moment's notice. I've become a sort of human encyclopedia. He's such an avid learner, that he's not offended at all when I know something he doesn't. In fact, he's delighted when I'm able to tell him something he didn't know before. And it makes me proud to be useful to him in this way. Just the other day we had a fascinating conversation on the French Revolution which lasted about 2 hours. My guess is you imagine this conversation taking place between equals. You think we're like two friends sitting on the couch. Or husbands sitting at the kitchen table. Well, you'd be VERY wrong about that. We are not friends. We are not partners. Those relationships are between equals. And my master and I are NOT equals. He is my owner and I'm his useful object. During our recent conversation on the French Revolution I was kneeling before him and massaging his feet the entire time. Massage is one of the many skills I've mastered to better serve him. I'm qualified to be a licensed massage therapist, but I only have one client and I would never dream of charging him a penny. You see, he owns me. I'm his property. Whatever knowledge and skills I have belong to him. My mind, body, and soul are his. My only function in life is to serve him. I want nothing more than to be his useful object. This is how our recent conversation ended: "Ok. You can shut up now, boy. Lick my feet. Take your time with it. I didn't have a chance to shower after my workout so I need you to really clean them. Don't forget to get in between each toe. I'll be very disappointed they aren't completely clean by the end of this documentary." "Yes, sir." He turns on the television. I'm going to be busy for a while. My life is so good. Thank you for reading. Please consider donating to Nifty here: https://donate.nifty.org/. It's a fantastic resource for the LGBT community that deserves your support.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/scotts-reward	Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2024 08:56:34 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Scott's reward (authoritarian/highschool) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. ************************************************************** feedback always welcome to [email protected] ************************************************************ Twelve is such a dumb age. Some kids are growing fast, getting stronger and fitter, leaving boys like me for dust. Half my class was already holding hands with girls and getting girlfriends; the other half, like me, were just big kids. I'm pretty dumb when it comes to all that girl stuff. Sex, girls--I just don't get the big deal. I'm still trying to figure out the mechanics of it all--what goes where and how. Growing up in a rather sheltered life doesn't help much, either. A whistle came from behind me, signalling the end of the day and our PE class. For barely a second, I stood, lost in my thoughts, thankful that another day was over. Suddenly, I was tackled from behind by someone, my face slamming face-first into the grass. "Look where you're going, fag," taunted my attacker as they got off of me. That was Seph. My arch nemesis. "Stop all of that," our PE teacher limply told Seph. "First 15, you boys head back out to the field. Scott, get off the ground; you can head back to the locker room and head home." The differences among all of us were even more apparent when we were in the locker room. I'm still small, especially "down there" whereas the bigger kids, kids like Seph, were all hitting their growth spurts. Seph and his mates were all growing up, whereas I was being left in the dust. It's no wonder guys like him bullied me like he did. I trudged back to the changing rooms alone, occasionally checking across the field while the others played. I wasn't good enough to make the school soccer team like them, and that dickhead Seph and his crew were all among the school's star players. I limped along, thinking, it's no wonder he gets away with the things he does. He is so much stronger, more popular, and more talented than me; why wouldn't he get treated differently? --- When I returned to the locker room, it was still just me. Most of the school had grabbed their stuff and left, meaning it was only mine, and the first 15's clothes were left dotted amongst the benches. I sighed with relief as I sat down, gently rubbing my leg from where I had fallen awkwardly. At least I was away from Seph's taunts for the time being and could get changed without being made fun of. I quickly changed out of my gym clothes and into my home clothes, glad to have a nice, peaceful moment of solitude. I folded my PE shirt and stuffed it into my bag--home time at last. But as I swung my pack onto my back to leave, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Seph's clothing lay on one of the benches, with a pair of his red cotton boxers on top. Unlike him, I still wore briefs like a little kid. Maybe boxers were his secret to growing up faster. Curiosity got the better of me, so I approached the underwear cautiously. I picked them up and examined them; his name faded against the waistband. I held his boxers in my hands, my mind racing about what to do with them. Should I hide them to get him back? Would that be too risky? He would murder me if he ever found out I had touched his stuff. They looked surprisingly clean, unlike some pairs I had seen in class. These were his shorts--his underwear--and they were still warm. The front bulged from where his dick would have rested during the day. Seph's dick, one I had seen cock before. I knew it was bigger than mine; he had bigger balls, too. His dick sort of ended in a point, and he was one of the only ones in our class who already had hair. I gulped, still holding his boxers in my hand, wondering what it was like to live in a body so grown up. He'd already had at least one girlfriend that I knew of; I wondered how far he had ever gotten with one. He was my same age; actually, I think he was a few months younger than me. He was doing everything, and I hadn't even held a girl's hand yet. What did he have that made him so special? It was at that moment that something came over me. I don't know whether I had been trying to deny something within myself or just from holding Seph's things, or it had been building for a long time. I checked one last time to ensure the coast was clear before dunking my head right into the cock pouch of his boxers and breathing in deep. Immediately, I was assaulted by the sharp scent of his crotch. The smell hit me like a brick; it was his smell I was taking in, his robust, musky body scent. I raised the undies to my face and took a second hit. Strangely, they smelled kind of good, the best part concentrated right where his cock would usually be. It was like a sting of pee and something else that was musty and sweet. Perhaps this was what his sex smelled like. I carefully examined the seat of the undies and found no evidence of the skid marks that often grazed mine on that side. Maybe it was because they were a clean pair? No way; the front was way too pungent for that. "What the fuck are you doing?" someone shouldted behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. Oh shit. "I...was...just...." I was caught red-handed. Seph strutted towards me, as he often did, my heart beating faster and faster as he approached. He was still dressed in his white grass-stained shorts and red singlet, with a smirk on his lips and a fierce but somehow controlled look on his face. "Were you just sniffing my grungy undies?" He called out as he got nearer. "N...no..." I lied. "No? Certainly looked like you were. Why the fuck are you holding them?" He walked right up to me until he half-pushed me over, trapping me between him and the bench. With him so close, I stumbled backwards, finding myself slipping back onto the seat behind me as he towered over me in front. Alone with him, I feared for my life because of what he had just caught me doing. I had been caught in the act, with him looming over me with his fists clenched but no one around to save me. "Give them back," Seph demanded. Seph's eyes bore into mine as fear coursed through my veins. He was taller, stronger, and much more intimidating than me. I had been caught, and I suspected I was about to get the beating of my life. I extended my trembling hand, offering him his underwear. A wicked grin spread across his face as Seph snatched them from my grasp. "You're a real fucking fag, you know that?" He taunted, "Sniffing my underwear? I should beat the living crap out of you right here." Seph raised an arm, so I jammed my eyes and flinched, thinking it was all over. I cringed away from him and braced for impact, waiting for what would come, only to hear him laughing at me; he was just scratching behind his head. I sighed in relief but wasn't out of it yet; he was still standing over me, taunting me. Man, I was jealous of him. His arms looked so powerful, whereas mine were like twigs. Even as he stood there scratching himself with his pits raised, I couldn't help but look, checking for maturity there but finding, like me, he didn't seem to have any hair there yet, but he probably wouldn't be far off. "You have the hots for me, don't you?" He leered, noticing me looking. "No...." "Sure, you do," he said, brazenly grabbing his crotch. Fuck, I looked at that, too. "Get up." He ordered. I winced but did as he told me. Anything was better than him hurting me. His toned, muscled body made mine look like a child. He reached an arm behind his head, exposing his pit again, and waited for something. I stared back at him, confused, and he just stood there, my heart racing, not understanding this latest game of his. "W..what?" I stammered. "I'm waiting for you to sniff it." "Ew, I'm not doing that," I replied, giving the socially correct answer. "Why not? You were sniffing my underwear just before. If you want it, do it." Not wanting to invoke his wrath, I did what I was told, leaning forward a few inches and sniffing his pungent pit. Like his underwear, his sweat smelled kind of sweet, not like some of the bad BO from some of the boys. It actually smelled kind of good, causing me to subconsciously get in closer, with my face right under his arm, to get a good whiff. "I knew you were a fag," I heard him say as I took it in. I was utterly bewildered at him making me do this; it was like night and day to how I was usually treated. I was so close to him that my nose almost touched the alcove of his underarm, breathing in his pleasant musk. I was beside myself that he was letting me do this, expecting the punchline at any moment. I'd much rather smell his sweaty underarms than take a punch in the face, and it almost seemed like the latter wasn't ever coming. "Wanna sniff the other one?" He offered. I eyed him suspiciously but took his offer rather than risk saying no. Tentatively, I leaned across his torso, finding the same pleasant odour there--salty and stale, hot and humid. But it definitely wasn't all that bad. "See? You've got the hots for me! I always knew you were a fag." I frowned. How could I have the hots for a guy who bullied me? I was only doing it because he told me to. Wasn't I? Seph continued to tower over me, standing mere inches in front. I still expected the situation to turn, and he always loved to make these torments last. His dumb, curly blond hair, strength, and good looks were all captivating. I was envious of everything about him. "Well, I guess now is better than ever," Seph said, looking down at me weirdly. "For what? What do you mean?" "Follow me. Now." He turned and left, heading towards the showers. As if hypnotised by him, I followed, my eyes glued to the grass-stained ass of his shorts. God, was he right? Did I have the hots for him? At least no one used the showers this time of day, whatever he had planned. "Alright, fag," Seph said when we reached a shower stall. "I'm going to have a shower. Do you wanna watch and help clean me?" "But I have to go home." I croaked, trying again to figure out his plan. "Not yet; you don't." He said, turning the hot water on and stripping off. "If you want to, you can. Don't expect to have another chance." What did he even mean, and why was he doing this? My eyes drifted down his toned body, and I swallowed again. I had seen him in the buff before, but those were only brief looks, nothing quite like this. He didn't seem to have any modesty as he got naked right in front of me. He had definition in all the places I didn't; his body was toned and tight. His uncut cock was already chubbed up and sticking out of him, his muscled butt cheeks showing some pink-red lines from somewhere, almost like they were healing from when he had been punished for something. "Stop staring at my dick and get to work." He commanded, getting inside the shower stall. "But my clothes will get wet." "Not my fuckin' problem. You figure it out." I hesitated for a second, wondering if I should strip naked like him. If I took my clothes off, he would see me nude and no doubt make fun of me; maybe that was his plan. But also, if I was going to do this, I had nothing else to wear should I get drenched. I took one final pause to consider my options before dumping my clothes and joining him in the confined cubicle. As hot water poured over us, I took both of us in; my body nothing compared to his. Mine was so tiny and meek, my little dick so small next to his. We were both naked, but I felt like the dumb one in shame. He looked down at all of me and then back up; I must have looked pathetic to him. For once, though, he didn't seem to want to make fun of me, instead taking my hands into his and placing them straight onto his bare body as if it was the most normal thing. "Are you going to wash me, or are you just standing there looking stupid?" He asked. "I...I.." My heart stopped for the first time since our latest encounter, feeling his beating chest under my fingers. He hadn't said a word about me, not poked any fun; instead, he just let me touch his--touch his naked body. I could feel his chest rising and falling as he waited for me, along with his muscles and everything else. The mist around us made it like it was all a dream. What the hell was going on? "Where's the cloth?" I gulped, looking around. "There isn't one. Just use your hands and some body wash." Seph turned his back to me as I gulped again, my hands getting to work on his body. I squirted some lotion onto my hands and started with the back of his neck, lathering his shoulders and letting my fingers massage his muscles and the back of his head. His skin felt both smooth and firm at the same time, my hands tracing around his flesh, touching him on his back and arms. You'd think I would get used to it after a moment, but instead, my hands only shook more and more. Did he want me to touch his butt, or would he beat me up for doing that? Thankfully, he turned around before I had to make that decision. "You're doing a good job, fag. Now, do my front. Make sure to clean under my pits nice and good, too." "Why? " I blurted out. "Why are you making me do all this?" "I ain't making you do anything. You always wanted this. Right?" "I dunno what I want. But this sure isn't you. Shouldn't you be beating my head in or poking fun at my tiny dick or something?" Seph's face changed, but still not to one of rage. It was like it fell--a pain hidden behind his eyes, his head drooping an almost unnoticeable fraction, almost like a sign of weakness. "I'm doing it because the coach wants me to," Seph confessed. "I fucked up, and as punishment, he told me to give you what you wanted. Whatever you wanted." "That's never stopped you from making my life miserable before." "That was before he put my balls on the line." "You've been in trouble before. Lots of times." "That was different. My nuts are LITERALLY on the line if I don't do this. And I mean, what are you going to do? It's not like you could ever hurt me. You don't have it in you." I cautiously continued washing him, unsure whether to believe him or not. The water was warm as I cupped my hands under his arms, diligently soaping his pits to ensure I did a good job. His face told me I could continue as I returned to his chest. As my hands moved towards his pecks, I couldn't resist the urge to glance down at his cock, only for Seph to notice where my attention had gone. "You sure like to look at it, huh? I do it a lot." "You do have a nice cock..." "Yeah, I know I do. Way bigger than yours." "Have you ever had sex?" I asked him, ignoring his comment. "None of your business, loser." "It is if you have to do what I want," I said, daring to stare at his face. "If you have to do what I say, you have to answer." "Tsh...no, I haven't had sex. The last girl I was with gave me a blowjob once, though. Before the coach made me dump her. Happy?" "Man, you do have to do everythhing I say, huh? What happened to your ass? Did the coach beat you?" "Yeah. He does it a lot. But the last time, something else happened. Something that I don't want to happen again. Look, I dunno if you're actually gay, but if you want me, you got me. He'll probably ask you about it later to make sure, I promise I'm not lying." For the first time, I grabbed Seph's cock as he elicited a grunt. A fire flickered between us as I grabbed his exposed dick in my hand; if there was ever a time for him to reveal it was all a trick, that time was now. Instead, he showed restraint as I tugged on him, only grimacing as I squeezed him really hard. I could feel his blood pumping through it as we stood off, his most vulnerable part at my mercy. He wasn't far off hard, but it was certainly headed in that direction, his face glaring at me as I jerked him off and felt up his balls, both of us watching as he got fully hard. His foreskin moved back just slightly as he got to his full length, my eyes seeing his exposed glans and head for the very first time. My eyes returned to his as he boned up right in front of me, and with my hand still on his cock, for the first time, I felt in control. "You can cum, right?" "Yeah, of course, I can cum." he said through gritted teeth. That was alright for him to say; I had only started to cum a few weeks ago. Given his handful of wispy pubes, it was a bit of a dumb question, but I wanted to ask him something that would make him squirm. I didn't know whether I liked him in the way he thought I did yet, but I wanted to make him do something humiliating while I worked that out, something that would be payback for all the times he messed with me. "I wanna see you cum," I announced. "I wanna see you shoot it all out and then see you eat your own stuff." "Don't you want me to suck your dick or something?" "And risk having you bite me? I still don't trust you, so no thanks. Besides, as much as you call me a fag, I dunno yet. I wanna see you jerk off, and I'm going to watch. I wanna see you squirm like all the times you made me squirm." This time, Seph didn't answer, which almost all but confirmed what he was saying was true. If he had been playing a trick, he would have simply told me to fuck off, but instead, I could see in his mind that he was resisting the idea while my hand was still rightly wrapping his rock-hard erection. With his cock still in my grasp, I stepped backwards out of the shower, using his dick like a leash, giving him no choice but to follow. What was once his proudest part was now my tool as he staggered along behind me, my hand still on him, pulling him by his boner all the way back out to the changing room. It was so rigid and hard, his strong body unable to resist me, and I wanted to see it all in action. -- Luckily for him, the changing room was still deserted. I got dried and dressed while he stood waiting in the buff, his beaded, wet body awaiting my next command. He scowled at me as I got covered back up, but it was his turn to squirm, standing there, his naked body entirely exposed. He had muscles in all the right places, the V of his waistline pointing down to his prominent damp cock. He had a nice body, so he didn't look completely ridiculous, but my being in control of him was as if someone was finally looking out for me, and I wanted to make the most of however long I had. "Jerk off." I finally ordered. "Can I at least dry off first?" "No. I want to see you do it the way you are, all wet and dripping." I walked around him to his back while he started, a slow wander allowing me to take another look at him. He really was a good-looking guy, my own cock getting hard while I checked him out in his entirety. His pubes looked darker, with them still wet, his hand touching himself, sliding his foreskin down his length. Beads of crystal clear water clung to his body and ass as it moved from his beating off, his firm ass jiggling--the mysterious pink lines across his cheeks, mostly healed from whatever had inflicted them. "Ugh...this is harder with you watching me," he said as I got back around to his front. "You don't exactly turn me on." "If you can't cum, you can still suck me off instead," I offered. That's your other option." Watching Seph masturbate directly in front of me was indeed a sight to behold. He seemed an expert at doing it, his foreskin moving up and down his pole in what would typically be such a private moment. He was the star of the school, swooned over by all the girls, but now, I had a front-row seat to watch him put on his best performance and show me what he was capable of. He was even bigger when hard, the pinkness of his glans appearing as he pulled downward, halls lurching and tightening as he worked himself up. As he closed his eyes to concentrate, I knelt up close to him to get a better look. I started up at his cock while he beat off, both of us hyperaware that his cock and balls were bobbing right next to my head, his cock right in front of me, and his hand a blur. I don't know if my being down between his legs made it easier or harder, but I didn't care. I wanted him to know I was right there with him, and I couldn't help but look at it, his balls finally drawing up as he neared his big moment. "I'm close..." "Do it." "Fuck...uh..." I'd never seen another boy "in the act," especially someone like Seph. His chest was huffing and heaving, the air stained with his sexual stink. Droplets of water shook off him as he went faster, his trembling cock turning red with lust. "Here it comes. You wanna see me cum, you fag?" he panted. "Yeah, do it. Then you can eat it." Fuck, was he hard. His hand pumped up and down, his practised efforts knowing exactly how to bring himself off. The end of his cock had become shiny and wet, allowing him to pump, his balls tight against his body as he reached his climax. The first rope of his white cream erupted onto the floor, Seph making a pleasured moan sound I'd never heard him make. Sticky volleys of his cum volleyed from his dick hole, joined by a mixture of grunts of relief and shame. His cum made light slaps each time they burst out of him, the splats on the floor like echos as each one poured out. His cock pulsed slightly less following each time, lurching a few times as it slowed, his seed pooling in a milky puddle, collecting on the floor. "Happy?" Seph panted, his face flushed. "I have to get going. My parents will be waiting." "Not quite. Taste it." I grinned, stealing a finger across his hypersensitive glans, him nearly jumping out of his skin. With Seph scowling at me once more, I offered my slimy jizz covered finger to his lips. His face changed from a scowl to a defeated look as he opened his mouth, and my finger went in. His rough tongue rubbed against my finger, licking his emissions clean. I imagined his tongue licking me in other places and wondering just how long this all this would last. ************************************************************ feedback always welcome to [email protected] **************************************************************
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/piss-and-power	Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2024 07:17:24 +0000 From: werty238 Subject: Piss and Power The only time I ever receive praise from my master is when I'm drinking his piss. He's so affectionate to me in those moments: "Awe, that's a good boy." "You're such a good boy." "Drink it up good boy." "Daddy loves his good boy." The only times he refers to himself as my "Daddy" or calls me a "good boy" is when I'm drinking his piss. He never shows even the slightest hint of gratitude or affection toward me at any other time. To be clear, I never provide any service for him with the expectation of gratitude. All of my service to him I provide because I love to serve him. The service is the reward. However, when I first entered my master's service the piss drinking was the most difficult for me. It wasn't the taste so much as the utter degradation of the act. I never hesitated to do it, because I enjoy pleasing my master, but this act caused internal anguish for me. The reduction of myself to a human urinal took a toll on what little dignity I had. He sensed this without me ever having to say it. So, he conditioned my mind to see these moments as the highlights of my day. His approval is such a powerful motivator for me and he knows it. When he requires this service from me he'll call out, "come here good boy, daddy needs his good boy." I mean, how can I resist a call like that? It is so sweet to hear him talk to me this way. I quickly go to him and kneel before him. It's always directly from his penis to my mouth. And I work hard to get it all down quickly so none spills out. Luckily, my master has hardwood floors so when it does spill out I can easily lick it up. And he is so affectionate when I do that, "awe, look at my good boy keeping my floors clean." When the act is done he pats me on the head, gently caresses my cheeks, all while repeatedly calling me a "good boy." He is so tender and affectionate. I never experience such treatment at any other time. I'm not an idiot. I know what he's done to me. He has mentally manipulated me. He's a twisted and sinister man. But, if it isn't obvious to you yet, I'm twisted too. I'm perverted to the core. His ability to condition me in this way only reinforces to me how worthy he is of my worship. I love the power my master has over others. I envy it. I wish I had it too. But I never will. I'm small, weak, and pathetic. So, the closest I will ever be to experiencing this power is by being the willing victim of it. I hesitate to even use the word 'victim' here. What is the word for a victim that loves the crimes perpetrated against him? Well, that's me.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-twink-toy	Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2024 06:39:43 +0000 From: werty238 Subject: The Twink Toy I prepared my master's lunch and delivered it to him on my knees. Unless directly ordered to do so, I never stand on my two feet in his presence. When out of his sight I'm usually standing, but just before I get to the room he's in I will drop to my knees to bring it the rest of the way. He's relaxing on the couch watching TV. I put the tray over his lap. I get on all fours in front of him and he rests his feet on my back for an hour or so while he enjoys the meal I prepared. He takes his feet off my back. That's my cue that he's done with his meal. I get on my knees and take his tray back to the kitchen. As soon as I'm out of his sight I get on my two feet again. Back in the kitchen I clean the dishes and make him a latte. He always has one after lunch. I hand it to him on my knees and eagerly wait for any service he may require. He scrolls his phone as he slowly enjoys the drink I made for him. Looks like he's on Grindr. He finishes his drink and hands me the cup. He unzips his pants and pulls out his penis. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me towards his crotch. He inserts his penis into my mouth and pisses down my throat. When he's done I thank him for his gift, and take the cup back to the kitchen and wash it. I return and kneel in my usual spot waiting for any further instructions he may have. He stands up and heads towards the door. "Wait there on your knees until I return." "Yes, sir." His words are powerful. I always obey him. He doesn't have to monitor me or enforce his commands. He knows that I'm so completely owned by him that I can't even contemplate disobeying. So, I kneel in that spot for hours. I meditate to pass the time. Meditation is one of the reasons I have such incredible self control. I think about all the ways I can better serve him. I'm not sure what time it is. But it's dark out and I hear voices approaching. The door opens. It's my master and a beautiful twink with him. He's on a date. The twink notices me and has a concerned look on his face. I guess it's odd seeing a guy wearing nothing more than a tight collar and lacy pink panties kneeling on the floor. My master notices the twink's concern. "He's nobody, just ignore him." And the twink does as he's told. It's as if I'm not even there anymore. This is the power my master has over others. They sit on the couch and have a nice conversation. My master is quite charming. "Wine. Two glasses." "Yes, sir." I bring them their wine. The twink doesn't even look at me when I hand him his. I return to my spot. After talking and flirting, their dynamic turns more romantic. They kiss passionately. Necking. Hands in shirts. Hands down pants. In all the years I have served him, my master hasn't once kissed or embraced me. The closest we've come to kissing are the frequent make out sessions I get to have with his asshole. I prefer it this way. A kiss is something between equals and I am not his equal. But I do feel a twinge of jealousy that this nobody, this stranger, this twink, gets a privilege I've never had. He's younger than me. He's prettier and slimmer too. Damn that twink is gorgeous. It's been years since I looked that hot. I do my best to maintain my looks for my master. But there's only so much one can do to hold back the march of time. I've long passed twink death. Is he looking for my replacement? What will become of me? This is the only life I've known for years. I gave my youth to this master. Where will I go? What will I do? They start to really get intimate. Clothes are off and my master has placed the twink's head over the armrest of the couch and is throatfucking him. My favorite position. Of course this weak twink can't take it like I can. My master is going pretty easy on him. He's never been this gentle with me. I try to look away. My master notices and says "keep watching, boy!" "Yes, sir." I must obey his commands. Every fiber of my being is compelled to obey him in all things. It is agony watching this twink enjoy what I really want. My master looks over at me and smiles from time to time. He knows what he's doing. He's tormenting me on purpose. Dear reader, I'm concerned about you. You must think I'm being horribly abused here. But you are wrong. I'm not in chains. The doors are not bolted. If I wanted I could stand up right now and walk out of this place and never return. My master would not try to stop me. My act of submission is an act of free will. I remain here day after day of my own choice. My master would have it no other way. He doesn't force anyone to do anything they don't want to do. I was in a few romantic relationships of equals before I met my master. They were nice. And that was the problem. I don't like nice. My master knew what I was the moment he laid eyes on me. He peered into the depths of my soul and enchanted me with his masculinity, strength, and power. He owned me at first glance. He knew exactly how to treat me like dirt in all the ways I love. And how to treat me like a princess in the one or two ways I need. He's never crossed any of my boundaries. I owe him everything. He freed me from the mundane life of a normie and gave me the life I always wanted, a plaything for a great man. I have loved every moment of this cuck torture, and my master knows it. And that's why he does it. I give him everything he wants and he does the same for me. My master allows the twink to jack off while my master's cock is in his throat. He hasn't allowed me to pleasure myself in months. The twink even cums first! I would be severely punished for such selfishness. My master finishes, and the twink gets the gift of a mouthful of his cum. He doesn't even thank him, the little shit. Master hands the twink some tissues to clean himself up with. "Just throw it on the floor, it'll all be cleaned up later," he tells him. The two sit beside each other again. Cuddling, kissing, whispering sweet nothings, giggling. Never in all these years have I once shared such a moment with him. They get dressed, and the twink leaves. We'll never see him again, but another will be along whenever it pleases my master. After my master escorts the twink out, he leaves the room. He comes back with a wooden chair and places it in the middle of the room. "Sit." "Yes, sir." After I sit he kneels down and unlocks my cock cage. First time in maybe a year. He wraps my head in plastic film and puts me in a choke hold. I can't breathe. My favorite way to cum. His masculine arm feels so good around my neck. "Jack yourself off, and only think about what you saw me do to the twink. You're not allowed to think of anything else. Make sure all your cum lands on the floor. Then lick it up like a good boy." I let out a very muffled "yes, sir." After I cum. He releases the choke hold and removes the plastic wrap. He watches as I lick up the mess. He laughs at me and calls me names as I do it. "Stand" "Yes, sir." He locks my penis in the cage again. I then immediately bow before him. I kiss his feet and thank him for this reward I didn't deserve. "Clean up the mess the twink left. Put the chair back where it belongs. Clean yourself up, eat something, and rest. I expect my breakfast in bed tomorrow at the usual time." "Yes, sir." Thank you for reading. Please consider donating to Nifty here: https://donate.nifty.org/. It's a fantastic resource for the LGBT community that deserves your support.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/take-my-breath-away	Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2024 09:10:05 +0000 From: werty238 Subject: Take My Breath Away "Are you going to need the arm restraints again?" "Yes, sir." My master lets out a disapproving sigh that fills me with great shame. He's about to use my throat for its true purpose, to be fucked relentlessly by his massive cock until he fills me with his cum. He wants me to be able to endure the pounding without restraints. A demonstration of my self control and total submission to him. But I'm behind in my training. My arms still stubbornly push him back in moments when my selfish body fears choking or needs to breathe. So, the restraints go on. My arms are locked firmly behind my back. I cannot budge them at all. Although these restraints are a source of shame for me, as they represent vestiges of my sense of self that I swore to give up when I became my master's property, they are also a source of comfort for me as they ensure that I will not interrupt his pleasure. He places me on the bed with my head hanging over the side so he can insert his penis with ease. Master wanted me to have a blindfold too, but I begged him not to because I love it when the saliva runs down into my eyes. He agrees to my request. He is really too good to me. Also, my insignificant cock is caged. Master likes it this way, so that's the way it is. It's been a while since he unlocked it and allowed me to pleasure myself. I actually can't remember the last time. Orgasms breed selfishness, a terrible quality in a sub, so I'm rarely allowed one. They are the highest reward my master can give me and one I truly never deserve. Chastity was hard at first, but I've learned to live life this way and it's become quite liberating in a way. Sex isn't about me, it's about him. I'm in a state of perpetual horniness, which is of benefit to my master, and being useful to him is the most important thing to me. Master inserts his cock into my throat. His cock is massive. Accommodating its incredible length and girth have permanently altered my holes. It fills my throat completely. There really is no way for me to catch a breath when he's in here. I've been practicing for this. I've been working on holding my breath for longer and longer times. My best time is 5 minutes. I'm training myself to endure much longer than that. The world record for breath holding is 24 minutes. That's the goal I'm aiming for. If a human is capable of that, then why not me? Maybe I won't ever be able to do it for that long, but working on a goal in service of my master gives my life purpose. He enjoys verbally abusing me while using my throat hole. He laughs as my body writhes in pain. And says, "you love this don't you, faggot?" Of course I do. It's such an adrenaline rush to be used in this way. The connection between my extreme discomfort and his extreme pleasure is almost a spiritual experience for me. I want nothing more in life than to be a tool for his pleasure and my ability to endure discomfort, pain, degradation, and humiliation for him is how I demonstrate my complete devotion to him. I always love his verbal abuse and taunts. But especially when his cock is down my throat. Because it's at this time that I have absolutely no ability to speak up for myself. Of course, I'd never talk back to him anyway. But at this moment even my ability to do so is removed from me. And I love that. I let him use me like this and still he has absolutely no respect for me, and I absolutely love him for that. My master is a master of many things. I'm not his first or only slave, and there will surely be more to come. He's very experienced at this. He knows exactly what he's doing. Knowing this is a great comfort to me. He can tell by the convulsions of my body precisely when I must catch a breath. He pulls out his massive cock and lets me breathe a bit. Then he slaps me hard across the face. I say, "thank you, sir." And then he continues with his important work of destroying my throat. I did not thank him for allowing me to breathe. I thanked him for the slap. My desire to breathe, which interrupted his pleasure, is a great source of shame for me. I must be punished for that. The slap was painful, but pain is one of my great teachers. My desire to avoid that slap in the future will help motivate me in my breath training. Finally, the moment I've been looking forward to. He's about to cum. It's actually a bittersweet moment for me. I love that he's about to receive the ultimate pleasure from using me. But this also means that his cock will be outside of me soon, and I will miss it so much. He shoots most of his massive load directly into my throat, but he generously pulls the head of his penis back a bit and shoots a little of his cum directly into my mouth. He knows I love the taste of it, and this is his reward to me. The only orgasm I need is his. Orgasms breed selfishness, a terrible quality in a sub. Orgasms breed selfishness, a wonderful quality in a Dom. He turns me over and unlocks my arm restraints. I go and clean myself up. My face, hair, and eyes are covered in saliva. I always fast before throatfuckings to ensure I don't vomit. My master hates that. I then go and clean up the mess I made on the Master's bed and floor. Now, it's time to start preparing master's dinner. That was quite a workout for him and he needs to replenish himself.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-magicians-assistant.html	The Magician's Assistant HELP WANTED! Entertainer/magician is looking for a stagehand for his act. Call XXX-XXXX Short and to the point. Didn't even mention how much he paid. Still, Sergei was desperate enough to at least reach out. Never been a stagehand before, but how hard could it be? "Yes?" "Hey, man. I'm calling about the ad thing? The..." "The stagehand job. Do you have experience?" The deep voice on the other side of the line was cold and curt, giving him pause. "I, ah... Yeah, of course!" The lie came easily to Sergei's lips. "I require someone to do some heavy lifting, some of my equipment weighs quite a bit. Am I correct in assuming you have the necessary upper body strength?" The man sounded impatient. There was something about his tone that rubbed Sergei the wrong way but things were starting to look tight, moneywise. If he had to deal with a grouchy old man to get some money, so be it. "Right, no issue there. I'm 25, and I'm at the gym all the time, so yeah, pretty fit! I can deadlift-" "That's enough." The man rudely interrupted him. Sergei stopped, annoyed. For once he had not been lying and actually was looking forward to bragging about one of his few strengths. While he was short and stocky he had more muscle than fat, his thickset body complemented by his boyish face. He had practiced wrestling in high school although these days he was more fond of lifting weights in the gym, one of the few expenses he allowed himself. He kept his blonde hair short and his face bare, something that had proven popular with the girls (and women!) around him. He had come to learn the power of a practiced coy smile to get people on his side. "Send a photo to this number," the man continued in a bored tone. "I'll judge if you're fit for the task. If you are, I will send you the information for the event, where to meet and the compensation. Don't be late". Before Sergei could think of anything to say the line went dead. Didn't even bother saying goodbye. Whatever, Sergei thought. If dealing with a rude old man was the worst of it he would be pretty damn OK. Still, the uneasiness persisted. He briefly wondered what he had gotten himself into. * * * The van driven by the magician stopped in front of a luxurious place, much nicer than what Sergei had expected. It wasn't a house, not really. An enormous garden separated the area in-between the entrance gate and the building, covered in carefully trimmed shrubs and a hedge on the limits of the property. The place itself covered a huge area and had to be several stories high. Sergei, in the passenger's seat, had been surprised when he saw the neighborhood they had approached; he had been aware the area was affluent, but he was still unprepared by the sheer opulence of the place. In the few hours since he had met the magician while loading the equipment in his warehouse, Sergei had had plenty of time to wonder if the man wasn't involved in shady business. While the young man had no complaints that he was being paid in cash, his employer had been cagey about the details of the job and outright refused to say where it was located. Instead, he told him his job was to shut up and carry his things around as he ordered. Sergei observed in silence from the passenger's seat as the magician rolled down his window to talk to the guard at the front gate. A part of him expected them to be turned away, but they were actually granted access and given directions as to where they should park. Following the indicated route they approached the mansion not from the main entrance but from a small, unremarkable path that led to a garage door on the side of the building. His employer climbed down from the van and immediately began barking at him to unload the equipment from the car. The dislike he had felt for the man on the phone had only increased since meeting him in person. A man of few words who seemed to be in his mid-fifties, he was tall and lanky, with thin, stringy hair parted in the middle and a long, not-quite-well-kept gray beard. Sergei had not seen him smile once in the short time since he had met him, his thick eyebrows in a perpetual frown that accentuated the wrinkles under his eyes. At the moment he was wearing an ill-fitting three-piece suit with a bowtie; it seemed the jacket used to be black but constant use had faded its colors to a dull gray. Unloading the equipment was only marginally faster than what it had taken him to load it on the van, back at the magician's place; the stuff was not only heavy but also cumbersome, making it hard for him to do on his own. Once everything had been set on the ground, the magician ordered him to carry inside whatever equipment he could. They were led by a servant through a long hallway, past several closed doors and into a great dining room full of empty tables. A stage at the back of the room had been temporarily set up in the back. The stage, clearly not a fixture of the room, dominated the back wall of the great room. It had an elevated platform that allowed everyone in the room to clearly see whoever was on it and a big red curtain in the foreground. Small stairs on the sides lead to the platform. Sergei carried the equipment up the stairs with great difficulty. It took him several more trips to the van to get the whole equipment on stage, if only because some of it had been unwieldy, and by then he was covered in sweat. He finally finished carrying and unloading the equipment on stage under the barking of instructions of the man before he was waved away, his employer clearly intent on preparing the equipment by himself. Sergeant noticed the man's eyebrows were knitted together so closely they almost touched as he worked on the equipment and looked at his watch in increasing annoyance as the minutes passed. His job done for now, Sergei sat on the stairs to the stage; a couple of hours of respite before he would have to carry it all back after the end of the show. In the meantime, an increasing number of voices could be heard in the room; he took a peek behind the side curtains and saw that the great hall was starting to fill with guests. More and more men came through the main doors, an indistinguishable murmur echoing through the walls; they were mostly old and, Sergei noted, they were all men. As he saw them taking their places at the round tables he felt himself being pulled away by the surprisingly strong arm of the tall older man. He was seething, his eyes cold. "He is not coming, that is clear now. I did not foresee this. You will be my assistant today, instead", said the man. It wasn't a question. Sergei looked at him, dumbfounded. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen. I was paid to carry things, that's what I'm doing. Sucks your assistant didn't show up but that's not..." "You will be paid his part on top of what I am already paying you", the man interrupted him. "That is more than double what you were going to earn tonight. So shut up and come." "More than...? I don't know the first thing about magic tricks!", Sergei said as he was pulled to one of the trunks he had helped unload. The man opened it and began rummaging, all but ignoring the young worker's protests until he finally fished out a white shirt and a two-piece suit that was even more wrinkled than the one the man was wearing. He pushed it against Sergei's chest wordlessly. Suit pressed against him, Sergei considered his options. He wasn't nervous about the audience, and besides, so what if the whole thing fell apart because of his inexperience? He was still getting paid, it was not his reputation on the line. "Where can I change?", he asked, finally taking the suit. He wished he could at least take a quick shower, suddenly self-conscious of how sweaty he was. "Right here. Do it fast", replied the magician. Sergei looked at the man and, annoyed, started undressing down to his boxer briefs, shielded from the audience by the curtains at the sides of the stage; if he had turned he would have seen some men at a table at the edge of the room watching him with great intensity. The pants were a tight fit, his boxers bunched up; the man barked at him to take them off and for a second Sergei considered walking away for this. Yet the promise of monetary compensation made him stare at the magician in a challenging way as he dropped both the trousers and boxers in one fell swoop, unashamed. Sergei would have been furious, had he noticed that behind him the men on the table continued to leer at his hairless muscular ass. Tossing his boxers aside he wore the pants sans underwear, this time managing to barely squeeze into them, the back tightly hugging his backside. The shirt and jacket were also clearly meant for a smaller man; he was worried that if he took a deep breath buttons would start flying off. All the while, the magician was hurrying him up and giving last-minute instructions. "You will not be doing anything at all. I am the one who will be doing the magic, and you will follow my instructions. Your role has not changed. Just shut up and obey". Finally, the man grabbed a black hat and climbed to the stage, standing in the middle of it. He straightened his back, puffed out his chest and signaled Sergei to pull on the curtain. As they opened the murmurs of the crowd began to die down and he was received with a round of polite applause. "Good evening!", the magician said with a big smile as he faced the crowd. He seemed to transform into a completely different persona: gone was the odious, sneering man Sergei had known, and in front of him was a confident, cheerful entertainer. "Good evening, good evening, my dear gentlemen! My name is the Great Rasputin, and tonight, it is with great pleasure that I'll be providing your entertainment!" The man bowed down and took out his hat to the audience with an exaggerated gesture while the audience continued to clap. "I say I shall provide your entertainment, but for those of you who have seen my show before know that's not quite true. No, not at all... instead, please help me welcome my assistant for today's show!", he extended an arm in the direction of Sergei, who understood it was his cue to join him on stage. Despite his self-assuredness a moment prior, Sergei felt a pang of nervousness as he walked towards the central stage amid the applause of the crowd. Standing next to the magician he quickly and slightly bowed his head to the crowd; he screened the crowd and confirmed his previous assessment that only men were there, and hardly anyone looked under 60. "Well, gentlemen, what do you say we begin tonight's evening with a little bit of classic magic?", asked Rasputin. "And when I say that, I mean the kind of magic you've all seen... the one that has been popularized nowadays in books and films. But I ask you this, how many of you have actually held in your hands... this famous little thing?" Rasputin removed his hat and, reaching inside, produced a crudely made straw doll. It was dressed in a simple black cloth and had mismatched buttons as eyes. "Yes... you all know voodoo dolls, don't you? I don't think this kind of magic artifact really needs an explanation. Yet a voodoo doll by itself is just that: a doll". The man walked around the stage as he explained while Sergei stood awkwardly. Why was he needed again? "I do think we need something else to show off the magic here... a little something like... this!" From behind him the magician swiftly pulled on Sergei's blond hair without warning, eliciting a surprised yelp from him. He turned to face him, furious. "What the FUCK is your problem?", he muttered, ignoring the audience. The magician seemed to pay him no attention as he carefully inserted a strand of hair into the doll while muttering something to himself. Sergei was seething. Before he knew it he was already walking to the edge of the stage. Did that man think he was going to play along in his little show? Now it seemed clear to him why his employer had been vague on the details, but he wasn't about to take it on the chin. And he better still pay what he was promi- Sergei froze. It took him a second to process that his body wasn't responding to him. "What the hell...?" he gasped, turning his head. That, however, seemed to be the entirety of his control over his body: his hands, his legs, nothing seemed to respond but for his neck and head. He turned around and saw the magician raising the voodoo doll towards the audience, triumphantly. The audience clapped, enthused. "What's going on? What are you doing? What the fuck did you do to me? Let me go, you motherfucker!" Sergei hurled insult after insult towards the man, who once again ignored him. Sergei turned towards the audience to ask for help but the protest died in his throat as he saw the way many of them were staring at him. He felt a dark pit in his stomach as he saw their positively gleeful expressions of excitement. "And that, my dear gentlemen, is the actual power of the voodoo doll... a power that should not be taken lightly, as my young assistant can now attest to. In the wrong hands, of course, this kind of magic could be used for very bad purposes", he gave a sardonic smile to his audience, who laughed and clapped. What the fuck is going on, thought Sergei in shock once more. He felt himself suddenly turning back and walking towards the magician against his will. He saw the way the man manipulated the doll to force him to do so. "You motherfucker... I'll fucking kill you, I'll...!", Sergei's mouth suddenly stopped and closed. He tried to continue cursing but he could not open his mouth. What the hell? "I did say to shut up", the magician coldly told him in a voice low enough that no one else could hear. From the corner of his eye, Sergei saw the voodoo doll now sported black tape on its mouth, something that had not been there before. He tried to once again curse at him, but the man paid no heed to his unintelligible grunts. Like a switch, he turned his smile back on and turned to face the audience. "Now, I don't expect you, my dear audience, to take my word for the power now controlling my young assistant", the magician jovially said. "We need a volunteer... How about you, the gentleman on that table? Yes, please approach the stage, no need to come up." A bald, fat man approached the front of the stage. Sergei saw with great disgust the barely contained glee of the man. By now he was sure they all knew his predicament was real; they not only didn't care, they reveled in it. The magician bent down and gave the doll to the man below the stage, who wasted no time in manipulating its extremities and, by proxy, Sergei's. He was forced to clumsily walk around, alternating between raising his arms and marching awkwardly on stage. He found himself turning his back to the audience and starting to move his hips, which earned him many hoots, claps, and laughs from the increasingly excited crowd. "Mmm!! Mmm!!" Sergei pathetically tried yelling at the man, who ignored him and kept playing with the doll much to the delight of most everyone present. His tight clothing felt particularly constrictive and he found himself beginning to sweat as he moved on stage. As the man became more familiar with the doll he began moving Sergei with more precise motions. He proceeded to make him perform what could only be described as a parody of a dance, moving his hips to invisible music, and swinging his arms wildly from side to side. He was forced to turn back against the audience and, much to his horror, started shaking his ass. He felt himself go hot under the collar as the man forced him to move it up and down, crudely slapping his own backside. It happened when, in a sudden movement, he was forced to drop down into a squat, arch his back and stick his ass out towards the audience. He knew it would happen a second before it did: a ripping sound as a thread gave way and his tight pants burst open from behind, exposing his bare ass to the audience due to his lack of underwear. What was worse, the squat meant he was wide open to an audience of dozens of men. For a moment it felt as if time froze, Sergei stuck in the awful position of arched back mid-squat as everyone stared at him, and the next moment everyone in the audience was hooting and hollering. He was trying to will his body to react, to stand up or at least to cover up but legs and hands remained stubbornly unresponsive. The only part he could was his neck, and when he turned to look at the audience he wished he hadn't: confronted by what seemed to be a sea of lustful men clearly excited to see his most private parts exposed he felt himself more vulnerable than he had ever been in his life. He tried to say something, to curse at them or order them to look away, but his mouth refused to open. The moment extended and the tear on the back of his trousers was only getting bigger and bigger to the point that his dick and balls flopped out unceremoniously, much to his consternation. "Ah, it seems my little assistant has had a wardrobe malfunction. I must apologize on his behalf for his obscenity, dear audience... but I will allow him to do it himself, instead", said the magician, leaning down to take the doll from the man. Sergei felt himself being forced back up and turned to face the audience, still unable to cover his now bare genitals. He was proud of his member, and never had he wasted a chance to send pictures of it to potential suitors (requested or not), but this was different... he felt embarrassed at the leering men and what was worst, his own dick reacted by shrinking in fear, further emasculating him. He wanted to yell at the perverts and yet his mouth did not move... until it suddenly did, although no word came out. For a moment Sergei stood in the center of the stage, mouth agape and his cock and balls hanging obscenely from his torn pants with all eyes on him. Then his mouth started to move and words seemed to come out of him, but those words were not his. "I am sorry, Sirs! My so-called manhood has slipped out of its enclosure and for that, I am truly sorry! I am sorry, also, because you had to witness my pink, virgin rosebud!" Sergei blinked, stunned, as the words echoed through the room. There was much chuckling from the audience as Sergei turned to see the corners of the magician's mouth barely move as the voice pretending to be him continued. "I hope my body will continue to entertain and amuse you fine gentlemen this enchanting evening. I am but a dirty dog that Master Rasputin has saved, and it is truly an honor to serve him, stupid as I am!" More laughter and applause followed his supposed words. Sergei felt sick to the stomach. This was too much... being used as a ventriloquist dummy for the amusement of rich bastards. He felt mad, but other emotions were swelling up inside him, ones of shame and frustration. He had never felt so humiliated and helpless in his entire life. "Well said, well said!" the magician took a step forward next to Sergei as the audience clapped. "Well, if you are indeed sorry about your sad and tawdry display then we can proceed with our show! Now, tonight my obedient assistant is pulling double duty as my stagehand as well as assisting in the tricks, so let's allow him to bring in the next bit of equipment!" As the man spoke, Sergei felt himself compelled to move, noticing the man was no longer holding the doll; he wondered if he had actually ever needed it to move him in the first place as he was forced to bring to the stage a metallic ring suspended in the air by a pole connected to a base with wheels. He had seen the magician assemble it not half an hour ago, unsuspecting it would eventually be used on him. "You may have seen a ring such as this one in other places, a circus, perhaps", continued the man. "Yet it's missing something... like this!" He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ring, which immediately seemed to explode in flames. Sergei's eyes opened wide as he felt the heat emanating from the ring, now covered by a crepitating fire. He cursed inwardly and desperately tried to will his feet to run away from the madman and his sick games. "Now that the equipment is ready, it's time, my dear gentlemen, for our next part. As you can see, this is a perfectly normal, everyday, fire-covered ring," he paused for a second as some in the audience snickered. "However, not everything is what it seems and you can be surprised by what you can find on the other side. Perhaps our lovely assistant will be brave enough to jump through it and discover its secrets?" Sergei sweat bullets as his body was manipulated to face the ring. His muted protests were unheard by everyone, his body betraying him as he took position on one end of the stage, muscles tense like an acrobat about to perform a feat of strength. While the ring did seem to be wide enough to fit his muscular, stocky frame, the flames filled him with dread. He continued his attempts at protest even as his body tensed up and began running towards the ring. The audience held their breath as Sergei approached the ring and he, scared witless, closed his eyes as he felt himself forced to jump in a dive roll through the licking red flames. A warm sensation, a tumble, and before he knew it he was standing back up, eyes still closed. Sergei could hear his own beating heart thumping hard in his ears as he tried to recover from the shock. He was fine, he felt unharmed. Still, he kept his eyes closed as he tried to normalize his breathing. It still took him a few moments before he heard the cacophony of laughter filling the room. He opened his eyes and saw the men laughing even harder than before, and as he saw one of them wheezing and clutching his stomach from the laughter he felt his fear being replaced by a bubbling, blinding rage. The rage, in turn, transformed into stunned shock as he noticed his outfit. The too-tight, torn-at-the-crotch, two-piece suit was completely gone alongside his white shirt. Instead, he was wearing a black pair of lacy panties. His not-so-small bulge looked obscene in the tiny, feminine, delicate underwear. On his neck he sported a bowtie, while a tight V-shaped vest hugged his chest and showed off his impressive pecs squeezed uncomfortably together. On top of that were fishnet tights that could barely contain his massive calves. He stared down, incredulous, at his new attire as some of the men in the audience wolf-whistled at him. "Now take a look at my lovely assistant! I'm sure you all agree this look fits him better, he's really starting to look the part," said the man to roaring approval. "Come on, don't be shy. Give us a spin!" Sergei's cheeks began to redden as he twirled for the whooping crowd. Even with clothing he now felt even more exposed than when he had been showing his bare genitals, if only because of the obscene way the attire clung to his skin and showed off his curves in such a feminine way. Accentuating all of it was the way the entire audience seemed to ogle, laughing raucously and making obscene gestures at him. A new sensation hitherto unknown to him began forming inside of him: he felt exposed. He closed his eyes and looked away. He felt uncomfortable facing the men in the crowd. "Seems that my dear assistant has finally decided to show us some more of his, let's say, lovely attributes," the man smiled wryly as he said it. "FUCK YOU!" snarled Sergei. For a few seconds he stared at the magician, angrily, until he realized he had said it out loud. He could talk! Whatever control the man had held over his speech was gone, although his extremities were still unresponsive. "Ah, it seems he has found his tongue. All the better, so he can tell us all about how he's finding his experience thus far." The magician did not seem alarmed at Sergei's sudden outburst. "Tell us, is this outfit to your liking? I must say it really accentuates your curves." "Fuck you!" repeated the young man. His cheeks felt on fire. He wanted nothing more than to hide and could hardly think of a more intelligent response. "Oh, is that a no? That's too bad. I would say you're very popular with our public. But I am sure we can further try some new looks on you" He snapped his fingers, and the ring of fire that he had previously jumped through extinguished instantly. "Let us do that by further exploring the secrets of this ring". The young man's legs moved on their own, one foot in front of the other, swaying his scantily-clad hips side to side. He cringed, red-faced, at his own gait. He unwillingly bent over with straight legs and raised ass to remove the break from the base of the now unlit ring and yelped as the man hit his ass with an open palm, hard. "OW! What the fuck's your problem, you bastard??" "As I mentioned before, dear gentlemen, this ring is no ordinary ring! Its secrets are unknown, even to me! But my lovely assistant has once more offered his services in exploring them. Please! Give him a big round of applause as he does!" "Like hell I will! Let me go, you sick fuck!" But his words held no weight. He grabbed the surprisingly cool metallic ring and exhibited it around for the audience's sake as if to show there was nothing abnormal about it. He finished by raising it horizontally above his head with both hands. "What the hell are you planning to-" "So let us see what is on the other side!" Sergei let go of the ring and it dropped to the ground with a loud `CLANG!'. Almost immediately he felt a breeze in his nether regions and gasped as he saw himself completely naked. "Motherfucker!!" Yet his hands remained stubbornly unresponsive as he tried in vain to cover his groin. He was generally not a bashful person, but then again he had never been naked in front of an audience. His thick cock, nested in bushy blond pubes, was plainly visible for all to see. "Ah, it seems the ring has gone a bit too far in its outfit for my dear assistant. But he does not seem to mind; come on, show off what you got!" And so despite his protests, he strutted to the edge of the stage, shaking his ass as he did. The comments by the increasingly rowdy crowd inflamed Sergei, but when he found himself turning his ass towards the audience he felt alarmed instead. "W-what are you doing? Stop this... stop this!" He felt himself bending his knees slightly, sticking his ass out. Gingerly, almost teasingly, he rubbed a hand on his exposed backside, giving it a playful spank. "No... don't!" He grabbed his asscheeks with both hands and opened up to the audience, exposing his pink, virgin asshole as he rubbed it obscenely up and down with a finger. He grimaced, lowering his head. "I must say I am as shocked as you are, dear audience! I would not have expected my young assistant to be such a pervert! Look at how excited he is while showing off so indecently!" "Huh?" Sergei opened his eyes and noticed his cock had started going stiff. He was flabbergasted and appalled at the unexpected reaction as he felt no sexual thrill in the slightest, and yet his member twitched and throbbed in apparent desire, a thin rope of precum dangling from his cockhead. "How is-? Stop fuckin' with me!! I'll kill you!!" "It would seem this young man is quite the degenerate, getting off on showing his nude body... he's definitely relishing all this attention! Come on, stand up and show everyone your obscene virility, you dirty pervert!" Sergei stood up firm with his hands on his neck facing the audience, his now completely erect mast in full display. The obscenities he desperately yelled were drowned by the excited onlookers, who made it clear their approval of this new development. "But despite his giddiness, I'm afraid I will have to put my feet down. Such a vulgar display does not belong in a proper show like this. Perhaps, gentlemen, I ought to take matters into my own hands. Perhaps I ought to censor things myself." Rapustin the magician took off his hat and reached inside, pulling out a red handkerchief as he did. He presented it to the audience and, grabbing the upper corners with one hand each, shielded the erect rod of his hapless assistant from view. Counting to three, he removed it with a flourish only to reveal (to his victim's horror) that his thick, curly pubes had completely disappeared, leaving him bare below. "What the fuck did you do to me?" He yelled, horrified. He had never shaved his pubes and hated the way his naked groin looked, like less of a man in his own eyes. "Oh, dear, it seems that was not quite it. Let us try that again." Once more the magician grabbed the handkerchief, but this time he placed it on top of Sergei's involuntary hard-on, the soft cloth suspended in the air by it. Muttering under his breath, he gave a quick, hard tap on the barely covered member and it seemingly began to deflate, the cloth drooping and slowly sliding down until it completely fell to the floor of the stage, no longer supported by the dick. Sergei's eyes bulged out. His erection was gone. But so was a good portion of his sizable member. The change was striking: while a moment ago he had sported a thick, above-average cock it was now a soft, thin, tiny prick barely visible even in his newly-shaven state. Ever since he had gone through puberty Sergei knew what he had was something not all men did. He was not bashful about it: on the contrary, he wasted no chance to whip it out while messing with friends, shoving it in their faces in the name of a "joke" or constantly referring to it. In the locker rooms, he loved to strut around, feeling a thrill each time he noticed others looking at it in envy or disbelief and joking at their expense. But now... his manhood was reduced to almost nothing. He continued staring at it in stunned silence as the room around him exploded in laughter. His mind was still trying to comprehend what was happening, and a part of him, still in denial, tried to convince himself that what he was seeing had to be a trick, an illusion. As if reading his mind, the magician raised the tip of his newly resized penis with the tip of his pinky and he was shocked as he felt the warm touch, making it hard to deny that what he saw was real. Much to his chagrin, the tiny prick slightly trembled and quickly came alive, hardening, but hardly getting any bigger. "What... what did you do to me? What did you do to my cock?" His tone was not aggressive but fearful. His mind whirled, thinking what it would mean for him if his dick remained shrunken. Would he even be able to fuck? How could he show his face at the gym? How would he be able to show his face to anyone, really? He felt dizzy, the room seemed to spin around him and all he could hear was the laughter. He looked up and saw their faces, a sea of strangers laughing and mocking him for his inadequacy. He couldn't move for his spot, couldn't hide his source of shame as his own pride shattered to pieces underneath his feet. He opened his mouth, not knowing what would come out. "Don't... don't look at me you freaks!! Stop! S-stop it!!" To his horror, his voice quavered and he felt an unfamiliar sting in his eyes. The realization of what he was feeling somehow made it worse. Oh fuck, please no, he thought to himself as he closed his eyelids shut trying to push back on the prickling sensation. No way, no way he was gonna cry in front of a bunch of strangers as they laughed at his exposed, minuscule dick, but the more he fought back the worse the feeling was. He whimpered, trying to swallow down the knot he felt in his throat but it was no good: his shoulders began to shake in silent sobs. He opened his mouth to say something else but started sobbing instead and, like an open floodgate, the tears came out streaming down his cheeks, further shattering what remained of his fleeting confidence. He was quickly becoming a whimpering mess, an embarrassment of a man. He wouldn't have recognized the man on stage a few hours ago, a pathetic, crying man with a sad excuse for a penis, but that's what he was to his own eyes at that moment. The audience, far from sympathizing with him, seemed to find it immensely amusing. "Such a pathetic specimen of a man, if he can even be called that," the presenter said with a sad shake of his head. "I must apologize on his behalf, dear audience!" "Please!" Sergei managed, begging pathetically in between sobs "Please! Don't... don't leave me like this!!" The grin on the man's face widened. "Now, now, that's unbecoming of you, my dear assistant. Don't believe me a heartless man. I will revert it, naturally, but you will have to promise you'll obey me from now on, at least until the end of our act. It's all you ever needed to do: obey" "Y-yes!," he hiccuped, blinking hard due to the tears still in the corners of his eyes. He was dry heaving, trying to get his breathing back in control. "I'll- I'll obey! Just please! PLEASE! Turn it back! Turn it back!" "All right, my good gentlemen, now let us see if my powers are indeed enough to turn my dear assistant's appendage back to its previous state!" This time, the magician took out a different handkerchief from his hat, a green one, and used it to hold on to Sergei's shrunken genitals. He grabbed onto them none-too-gently and squeezed, drawing a whimper from the young man. The older man gave it a hard tug and Sergei cried in pain; the movement was repeated a few more times and he felt he would pass out from the pain, fresh tears in his eyes from it, but when he was finally released he looked down to see the handkerchief gliding off his restored penis. His pubes were still gone, but his penis was (as far as he could see) whole once more. During the applause, Sergei tried to normalize his breathing. He felt pathetic, having been made to cry like that in front of others. He had to get away, somehow. But the man was unpredictable, that much was clear. So he would pretend to play along and gain his trust; maybe if he bided his time an opportunity for an escape would present itself. "Thank you, thank you, you are too kind, my dear audience. Now, let's move forward to an absolute classic! I believe all of you are already familiar with this old hat," the man removed his top hat and showed its empty inside to the public. "But I do believe I left someone here inside..." The man reached inside as if it were a bag, his arm appearing to be inside more than physically possible until he seemed to find what he was fishing for. With a grin, he began to pull out the ears of a white rabbit but the rest of the animal seemed to be stuck. He pretended to make an effort to pull them out until they finally did, revealing that the ears were just connected to a headband. "Well... this is embarrassing, my dear audience! I don't know what happened to the rest of the white rabbit. Ah! But perhaps, we have a bunny already! Please, everyone, let's give a hand to my multi-faceted assistant!" The man placed the white bunny ears on top of Sergei, who grimaced. "That's a good start, but not enough for our bunny... ah, I know! There you go, bunny, place your hands here," the man presented the upside-down hat in front of a frowning Sergei. He knew, somehow, his hands were again under his control. Was he testing him? Or was it just a way to rub in his face that there was nothing he could really do? In either case, he knew the time for his escape was not right, not with him watching intently. So he placed his hands on the hat, and when they came out he was wearing cartoonish paw-like mittens in them. "Amazing. Just one more thing, then!" The man patted Sergei on his lower back and he immediately dropped to his haunches, his hands automatically raised like paws in front of him. He looked back and saw that a fluffy cotton tail had been affixed somewhere above his tailbone. Something was different, Sergei knew immediately. While he was forced into this rabbit-like position he was otherwise in full control of his movement once more. He looked up to see the man basking in the applause with his back towards him and, making a decision, made a run for the edge of the stage... except that he wasn't running. He was hopping, his dick swinging wildly around with each jump. Undaunted, he raced off the stage. But as he hopped and hopped around the stage he blinked in confusion. As much as he tried he never seemed to reach the end of it. Indeed, try as he might, it appeared as if it was as far as ever. Not helping matters was the audience's laughter as he jumped around; listening to them one might think nothing could ever be as funny. Still, he kept at it, hopping desperately in what seemed to be circles. "Such a cute little bunny rabbit! And so unique too! But gentleman, I did not just bring this bunny tonight so you could all bask in its cuteness. This white rabbit, you see, possesses a rather unusual quality... only seen by the Easter rabbit itself. Observe!" "What are you-? Guh!" Sergei felt a pang in his gut. He made a face as he felt something moving inside of him; he squirmed, uncomfortable, bringing his paw-like hands to his stomach. "What... did you do to me, bastard?" Still squatting he moved around trying to find release from the pressure he felt inside of him. He closed his eyes and moved around, groaning. He arched his back as he felt the pressure build-up: something was coming out of him, whether he wanted or not. The audience saw the young man inadvertently turn his back towards them and heave as his anus puckered slightly. Something baby blue peeped from inside, just for an instant in the beginning but more and more as his asshole began to dilate, showing what looked like a hand-painted Easter egg. "Eaugh!" Sergei yowled as he tried to keep his ass closed. It was a losing battle. The tip of the egg started to poke out and eventually, he was forced to admit, red-faced, that it had no way but out. Keeping his eyes closed and firmly away from the audience he grunted and pushed but try as he might he could not ignore all the eyes on him as he was forced to lay an egg. Little by little his asshole began to expand to expel the ovoid; he felt his face grow hot from both the exertion and the exposure but at the moment all that mattered was that he expelled the foreign object inside of him. It was close... he could feel it, just a little bit more...! He gasped and felt a shiver as the pastel-colored egg completely exited his rectum and finally fell into a basket the magician had placed beneath him without him noticing. He panted, trying to recover his breath. But then he felt another, similar sensation in his stomach. "Not again!" he yelled, horrified. This time the egg seemed to come out a little bit faster than before, his anal walls already expanded by the previous one, yet still he had a hard time pushing it out, grunting and groaning. "Seems this muscle bunny has more in him! Let's see how many more he can produce!" said the magician with an evil gleam in his eye. Sergei was forced to lay egg after egg in front of a captive audience, all the while the man held a hand on his shoulder and cracked jokes at his expense to the delight of the spectators. While none of them were as hard as the first one, by the fourth one he felt sore and drained. "No... no more, please, no more," saliva dripped from his chin as he begged weakly. And yet he felt there was still more inside of him, pushing, one after the other. He lost count of how many he laid, but at a certain point he realized this was, finally, the last one. With one final grunt, the egg fell to the basket and as soon as it did he fell forward on all fours, free of his invisible bondage at the same time that his rabbit paraphernalia fell off his body on its own. Sergei hung his head low still on all fours, his body covered in sweat from the exertion. He could hear the man saying something to the audience but he felt dizzy and out of sorts. A part of him screamed at him to get up and run, and yet another part of him just wanted to lay down and give in. He caught snippets of what the man was telling his captive audience. Something about the center of gravity, something about astounding balance. He was picked off the ground and bridal carried by the older man with surprising ease considering his build and age. Sergei looked around in a daze; he saw a bench that had not been on the stage before. On its center laid a foot-long pole with a bulbous head considerably wider than the rest of the tube: its tip was narrow but at its widest, it seemed to have a considerable girth. The magician carried him over the bench, ignoring Sergei's weakened thrashing. "Now, to allow for this miracle of balance, you'll need to remain perfectly still, my dear assistant." At his words, Sergei felt his whole body stiffen like a plank, his legs going perfectly straight and his arms glued to his sides. He could move his neck and head no longer, only his eyes which darted from side to side in silent alarm. "Much better. As I was saying, my esteemed company, what you will see now is an act of balance that defies all explanation!" Gently, almost with care, Rasputin the magician placed Sergei on top of the pole, the tip of its head nested in between the mounds of his ass. Very slowly, as if he feared the slightest movement would disturb the delicate balance he had achieved, the older man withdrew his hands, leaving Sergei apparently (and impossibly) balanced on his rear end by the tip of the object, much to the young man's astonishment. He held his breath, certain he would fall at any second. The magician left him there for a moment while the audience applauded. "Thank you, that is most kind! And that is not all that my assistant can achieve! Behold!" He faced Sergei once more and, eyes closed, started to slowly lower his hands with the palms towards the floor. For a second or two it seemed nothing was happening, but then Sergei felt a change. Very slightly but undeniably he was moving down. It was as if invisible hands took each of his buttcheeks and separated them, allowing access to the head of the pole on which he was implausibly balancing. He soon felt the cool tip touch his asshole and he shivered, all-too-knowing of what was yet to come. "No no no no no no no no no", he repeated in his mind again and again, eyes wide open as he felt his hole opening up slowly, very slowly to allow more of the pole's tip inside of him. Try as he might to close his buttcheeks it seemed his sphincter was opening up more and more, swallowing the bulbous head inch by inch. The object invading his insides was causing a queer feeling quite different from the egg-laying experience of before, and if he were to be honest with himself it was not altogether unpleasant. He could feel in vivid detail how it slid into him ever-so-slowly, unopposed, penetrating him for the first time in his life. His asshole was being stretched open, no doubt eased by its previous experience as he continued to slide down unopposed at a slow rate. Down and down he went. He gritted his teeth although he felt no pain. His cheeks shone red as he thought of the audience watching him being sodomized by the pole, cheering him on. Had he been able to open his mouth he would have gasped as he felt the foreign object push something inside of him that provoked a shiver down his spine. It was a new, hitherto unknown sensation and, alarmingly, not an unpleasant one. His eyes traveled south and he was horrified to discover his member was awakening once more. "My dear gentlemen, I must say I am as appalled as you are! When I first met my young assistant I thought him a virile man, but seeing his excitement I can only conclude he has had quite the experience being plowed by other men!" More laughter. Sergei winced, trying to will his hard-on away; he was distressed by the accusation, even more so by his body's betrayal. Just as he was thinking his hole must have already stretched to its limit he felt his anal lips closing to accommodate the fat head of the pole, engulfing the entire tip inside of him. He mentally groaned as the pressure built inside of him, further increasing his shame. After a round of applause and whistles from the public the stage magician began reversing the motion of his hands, this time raising them, palm up, towards the ceiling. Sergei felt himself slowly being raised, yet the pole's thick head was proving harder to dislodge than it had been coming in. The magician made a show of it, exaggerating his hand motions as if he was having a hard time lifting something up. Sergei grunted as he felt the object push against his insides, and more specifically against the spot that had left him breathless before; with each pull the sensations built up, his cock throbbing menacingly. He was breathing heavily now. A loud 'Pop!' as the plug exited his ass was accompanied by a groan from the suddenly unmuted Sergei. He rolled his eyes back and for a second he saw white as a rush of pleasure washed over him, his hard cock shooting up jizz like a lewd fountain; he tensed and arched his back, still impossibly balanced on the tip of the pole, ropes of semen raining down on his chest and face. As he began to come down from the rush of the orgasm he was disgusted to find out some of it was trickling down his cheek into the corners of his mouth, causing him to unwittingly taste the salty substance. "No... don't..." he groaned as the magician once more took him in his arms, away from the pole that had penetrated him. The man ignored him, instead reveling in the attention he was being showered in; he wasted little time in introducing the next part of his set. "Gentlemen, I hope this entertainment has proven to be amusing so far for all of you. And we are not yet finished! Because for my next act, I'm going to introduce a truly classic bit of magic... with a twist!" Sergei saw the artifact he had helped assemble roll into the stage, seemingly on its own. He had seen it plenty of times in movies and television although never in person before today: a vertical box divided in two segments with the silhouette of a person's body from the neck down. Too weak at this point to put too much of a resistance, he was carried with ease by the magician into the box. Using leather straps found on the inside of the box, the magician managed to place the mostly limp body in an upright position. He closed the various segments of the box and secured them with an exterior lock, leaving Sergei's head sticking out on top of the box. Still dazed, Sergei tried to concentrate on what the magician was saying to his audience but found it hard to do so. It was hard for him to follow, yet he was still alarmed when the magician produced a thin metal sheet that looked extremely sharp on one of its edges. The man approached the box while he spluttered confused protests, shaking his head. His protests unheeded, he watched in horror as the metal sheet was carefully placed in a small opening in between one of the box's segments at waist level; Sergei felt a pang of panic as he saw the way the thin metal was inserted into the box, but the expected sensation of metal against bare skin did not come even though it appeared as if the sheet was completely inside, dividing his body in two. His tormentor, however, was not yet done. He began to push on the top division of the box, and with shocking ease, the segment began moving. Sergei was confused as to what was happening, and only when most of the top segment was askew with the rest of the box did he realize that he should be feeling some contortion on his body. To his (and everyone's) surprise, the magician took hold of the segment and raised it... separating it in two. With apparent little difficulty, the man carried the top segment containing his upper body and set it on a table. Sergei was able to watch in confusion the bottom part of the closed box, which presumably had his body from the waist down. But that was impossible, of course... it had to be some sort of illusion. As if reading his mind, the magician approached the other half of the box and opened it, showing his legs and limp dick. Sergei's eyes bugged out as he saw his own seemingly unharmed legs; gingerly, he raised a foot and watched in morbid fascination as it moved despite appearing to be unattached to the rest of his body. The magician was quick to assure the audience his assistant was unscathed, drawing a container from his sleeve as he spoke and deftly spreading its contents in one hand. Without missing a beat he proceeded to take hold of his victim's now shrunken member, who squawked, startled, as he felt the touch on his person in excruciating detail despite the apparent separation of his body. Sergei had never, in his entire life, done anything with other guys. On the contrary, he had actually proudly declared his distaste for that sort of activity and its participants. But here he was now, being fondled in front of a group of men for their amusement. He squirmed, trying unsuccessfully to get away from the violating touch of the man's slender fingers. The transparent substance that the man had coated his fingers in felt hot to the touch, and the way he pawed at him with amazing dexterity, rubbing him up and down, was provoking in him an unwanted reaction. Much to his chagrin (and the audience's delight), he started to sport an unmistakable hard-on. "As you can see, not even being sewn in half is enough to stop my assistants' excitement! He's just so happy to be here for you!" More laughter followed the magician's comments. "But that is not all there is to this! If I could have your attention for just a second, I would ask that you look at this apparently ordinary ring!" He produced a metallic ring and showed it off with one hand, turning it around for the audience's benefit. The ring, about 2 and a half inches in diameter, gleamed under the spotlight. He smirked. "Let us see if this piece of jewelry fits our willing assistant." He bent down, and despite Sergei thrashing around he took hold of his erect member and slid the metallic ring on it, briefly crushing his balls as he placed it to the root of his dick like a cockring. It was just a tiny bit loose, a testament to his above-average size. "Well, I will say it does not fit him perfectly. So we better do something about it!" He snapped his fingers and the ring began to glow in a pale blue light. The metallic surface felt colder against Sergei's skin and somehow tighter. Was it his imagination or was the ring shrinking in size? After a few moments, the answer was plain to see: the cockring had, without a doubt, shrunken down to the point that his penis and balls were imprisoned by it. Sergei gritted his teeth as he felt the tight ring against his skin until it finally stopped; his penis looked harder than ever, palpitating red and angry. As the magician once more took hold of his exceptionally rigid penis Sergei was unable to contain a moan; he didn't know how, but despite having expelled his seed not ten minutes ago he felt extraordinarily horny once more. He was conscious enough to feel embarrassed about it, yet not enough to be able to contain himself. The magician continued playing with him, stimulating him, and as Sergei's half-lidded eyes were starting to give in to the sensations he realized something had happened when he heard the gasps of the audience. When he opened at the scene in front of him it took him a few seconds to realize what he was seeing. The magician was holding the glowing ring in one hand, away from his body, and on top of it was his ball and penis. On his own groin, he saw a bare, smooth mound with no genitals to speak of. Yet despite the separation he could, impossibly, still feel the sensations of the magician's caresses on his phallus. He squirmed as the man rubbed the tip of his finger on his sensitive cockhead. "Tonight, gentlemen, you will see something that many men have dreamed of: the possibility of pleasuring themselves!" Without further explanation, the magician approached Sergei's upper torso, magic ring with his genitals in hand. Sergei looked at him with apprehension; it was clear what the man was planning as he presented his own pulsating cock to Sergei. Never in his life had his member seemed as big as it did now, nor had he ever been aware of its rank musk as he was now. "Get away from m-ughh!" The magician seized the opportunity to shove the cock into his mouth. Sergei's initial reaction had been to chomp down on it but caught himself before he did, and he was glad that he did as he felt a damp, warm sensation in his own groin. His tongue swirled in his mouth, trying to find space to fit the huge member, and that in turn made him further squirm his legs at the sensations. He started choking as the magician manipulated his tool and fit more and more of it in his mouth, making it hard for him to breathe. It was the oddest sensation: his cock felt warm and wet, his mouth stuffed, and he had trouble separating the two. He moved his tongue trying to accommodate the suddenly cramped throat and a shiver ran down his spine as he unintentionally touched the tip of his cockhead with it. Sergei closed his eyes, trying unknowingly to disassociate from the situation. Yet he found that that meant his sole focus was on the sensations, and those were getting more intense by the minute. He found himself darting his tongue inside his own foreskin and shivered in unexpected pleasure as he continued to explore it. He was quickly becoming a self-expert on auto-fellation, his brain firing synapses whenever he moved in a particular way or touched a specific part. It was the worst thing so far, knowing that after all he had been subjected to, all the abuses and humiliations, he was drawing pleasure, actual real pleasure from this. He hated it and yet he couldn't stop pleasuring himself. It was oh so much better, and while a part of him screamed that what he was doing was wrong he increasingly began to ignore that voice, preferring to dull the pain through the gratification of his own tongue on his increasingly leaking cock. Soon he found himself rhythmically bobbing his head as he tuned out his surroundings entirely. This felt good and nothing else mattered: it was just him and his cock. He felt once more a sensation building up inside of him and he increased his rhythm, feeling it build up more and more as he did. He could taste it, it was there, just a little bit more... And then the spell was broken as his own penis was cruelly removed from his open mouth. He opened his eyes, mouth agape and tongue sticking out as if waiting to be fed cock again. Instead, he was facing the magician with a triumphant expression. "Quite the greedy little piggy, you turned out to be. Do you want some more? Tell me, boy, what is it you want?" "Please!" Sergei surprised himself with his own words. "Please! Just... just a little bit more. I can't take it. PLEASE!!" The pleasure was the only thing that made sense now. Anything to avoid having to face his own debasement. "You need to tell me, my dear assistant, you need to be clear. What is it that you want?" "I...," he hesitated for just a second, just enough to discard the last remains of his broken pride. "I need cock. Please, just... just give me cock!" Rasputin did not respond. Sergei was disappointed when he saw him walk away with the ring containing his genitals in his hand but then gasped as he saw him open the rear door of the other box, revealing Sergei's ass. "WAIT!" "And now, dear gents, the trick of the man who can fuck himself!" He placed the tip of Sergei's cock in his own ass and shoved it in, hard. Sergei, breathless, froze in place with his mouth in an O shape. His ass had involuntarily clenched just before he was sodomized, making it all the more painful for him. The older man, however, gave him no respite. He moved it in and out, in and out to great cheers from the audience. "Please, uhh!" what he was begging for, not even he knew. His eyes turned white as the man continued fucking him with his own cock. This was not like the pole. This was a cock, an actual real cock inside of him, fucking him, breeding him. And if he had felt pleasure before it had nothing on what he was feeling now. It was a twofold sensation: he was familiar with the sensations provided by his cock buried deep in a hole fucking with animalistic abandon, although this was the warmest and tightest of them all, but there was another, queer sensation alongside it. It was not as obvious as the other one and it took time to build up, but as he continued moving his hips against his will it became more and more evident. His own cock was touching that part of him that had been unknown to him up until today, and each time it did he couldn't help but curl his toes and moan, breathless. It was awful and wonderful at the same time, terrible and oh-so-very pleasurable. He was horrified to discover the sensations were pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He was gonna do it, he was gonna explode and breed his own ass and they would all witness it. And he hated it. But he loved it. Despite himself, he found himself turning to see the men below the stage. They were all transfixed by the scene in front of them, some of them openly touching the obvious bulges in their dress pants. They were witness to the first time he received cock, a moment that would be tattooed in his mind for the rest of his life. The pleasure and the humiliation, it all swirled together until he knew not which one was which. It was too much for him, and with a great moan he came, he came in great white spurts, shooting in his own ass again and again, filling his insides with his own cum. He was ejaculating like never before and in that instant that was all that mattered, not the audience, not the magician, but the pleasure of it all. Sergei, breathless, closed his eyes, only dimly aware of the standing ovation he had earned. * * * As the young man exited the mansion in a daze a rush of cold air brought him out of his stupor. He stumbled into the dark, alone, and absentmindedly rubbed over his jeans the smooth mound on his crotch where his cock and balls used to be. He grimaced; he hoped the man would keep up his word when he returned for his next job...
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/how-to-please-josh	Date: Sun, 09 Jun 2024 16:56:42 +0000 From: Cole Grenoble <[email protected]> Subject: PSYCH 301: How to Please Josh "PSYCH 301: How to Please Josh" by Cole Grenoble E-mail: [email protected] Ethan Graham was lying on his dorm room bed doing homework when his roommate finished packing and walked toward the door. "See you later, Ethan." "See you, Jake." Ethan liked his roommate, but he was glad that Jake went home almost every weekend to see his girlfriend. Sharing a room with another guy was okay, but he missed the privacy of his own bedroom at his parents' house. Once he was alone, Ethan pushed his books aside, picked up his phone, and logged onto a gay hook-up app he had recently found called Humper. His cock stiffened inside his jeans as he browsed through the local postings. A few months earlier, Ethan had been a shy high school student, and now he was a shy college freshman. He never met anyone through Humper. He never even replied to a posting. He just liked reading through them and fantasizing about what they might lead to if he ever actually did respond to one. Most of the subject lines were so stupid that he just skipped over them. A few were interesting enough to click on. Like this one: "Looking for a young passive bottom" He clicked on the subject line and started reading: "Fit 26 yo, looking for a passive bottom. A local college kid would be ideal. The younger you look the better, but you have to be 18+. Don't bother replying if you're not 100% bottom. Must be willing to service my cock and swallow my load. This could possibly turn into a regular thing." By the time Ethan finished reading through this posting, his cock was fully erect. It was almost like it was written specifically for him. He just turned 18 a month ago, and he always looked younger than his actual age. Also, he had a submissive personality. While jerking off, he liked to watch videos of guys sucking other guys and pretending that he was the one doing the sucking. Ethan thought, "Should I reply to this? Yeah. I'm going to do it. It's not like I'm going to actually meet this guy. I just want to see what he writes back." He composed a reply and hit send: "Hey. I like your post. :) I'm an 18 yo college freshman, but I look younger than 18. 5'5", 115 lbs, dark blond hair, green eyes." A few minutes later he got a reply: "Cool. You're the perfect age and size for me. I love smaller guys. Here's a pic of me and a pic of the cock that you'll be sucking. Send me a pic of you." Ethan looked at the first pic. It matched the description in the posting. It was a pic of a guy in his mid-20s wearing a bathing suit . He was good-looking and had the physique of a guy who liked to play sports. The second pic was a close-up of a fully erect cock. It was cut, had a nice shape, and seemed to be a bit bigger than average size. The pubes were well-groomed. Ethan saw a lot of cocks in pics and videos before, but this one was different: it was the cock of a guy who was asking him to suck on it. And now, Ethan had a big decision to make. Should he send a pic of himself or just end the message exchange here? Ethan was a cautious kid who normally would have just brought this to an end before it got too far. But on this particular day, he was feeling hornier than usual, so he decided to take a risk. He looked through several pics of himself before deciding on one that was taken a few months earlier by his mom during their family vacation at the beach. The guy from the posting sent a bathing suit pic, so Ethan thought it would be appropriate for him to send a similar pic. He was definitely not going to send a dick pic, though. Ethan uploaded his beach pic, and wrote: "This was taken at the beach a few months ago." He hit send. A reply arrived a minute later: "Nice pic. You're exactly what I'm looking for. I definitely want to meet up with you. Are you available now? We can meet at my place." Ethan read the response. This was all moving so fast. A few minutes ago, he was doing homework and waiting for his roommate to leave. And now, some guy was asking him to come over and suck him off. He opened up the dick pic again, stared at it for a while, and then replied: "I'm available now." The reply: "Here's my address. See you soon." The address was an apartment several blocks away. Ethan almost chickened out a few times while walking there. He thought, "This is crazy. I don't have to go through with this. I can just message the guy back and tell him that I changed my mind." But each time he changed his mind, it eventually changed back again until he found himself standing outside the apartment complex. It didn't take long for Ethan to find the apartment number. He timidly knocked on the door, and a guy who looked exactly like the guy in the picture opened it. "Hey. Come on in. I'm glad you came." Ethan walked inside, and the guy closed the door. "I almost chickened out." "I'm glad you didn't. And you're going to be glad you didn't, too. I'm Josh." "I'm Ethan." "I can already tell you're a shy one. And you look a little nervous, too." "Maybe a little." "Let's sit on the couch and chat for a while." They both sat down, and Josh initiated a casual conversation. "Is this your first semester at college?" "Yeah." "How do you like it so far?" "It's okay so far. I'm still getting used to everything." "What's your major?" "It'll be some type of engineering. I'm not sure what type yet. Maybe mechanical." "So, you're a pretty smart kid?" "Yeah. I guess so." "Nice. I like smart guys. Actually, I'm a student here, too. I'm getting a PhD in Psychology." "Cool. What kind of Psychology do you study?" "Lots of different areas. Recently, I've been focusing on male sexuality." "You can study stuff like that?" "Sure. Sexuality's a major part of Psychology. I wanted to learn more about my own sexuality, so I started researching dominant and submissive behaviors in males. And then, it eventually grew from there. You can probably guess from my Humper post that I'm sexually dominant." "Yeah. I could tell." "And you answered my post, so that means you're sexually submissive. Right?" "Yeah. I think so." "You think so, or you know so?" Ethan replied, "I guess I know so." And then jokingly added, "So, are you going to psychoanalyze me?" "No. I didn't ask you to come over for that. To be honest, I invited you over because I'm feeling horny as fuck today. And like I told you on Humper, you're exactly what I'm looking for." "What do you like about me?" "You're a young, submissive college kid... and cute." Ethan bashfully replied, "Thanks." "Have you had many sex experiences?" To avoid an embarrassing answer, Ethan ambiguously replied, "No. Not really." "Have you had any?" Ethan admitted, "No. Not yet." "That's okay. So, I guess you must jerk off a lot?" "Yeah." "Well, I can teach you about actual sex - especially about dominance and submissiveness. I know a lot about that." "That would be cool." "You seem to be less nervous now. Do you want to start having some fun?" "Yeah." Josh was right; Ethan was less nervous. Josh knew that having a little conversation rather than immediately jumping into sex would make Ethan feel more comfortable. "Okay, Ethan. Let's start with you taking off your clothes and showing me your body." "Here in the living room or in your bedroom?" "Right here's fine. We have my whole apartment to ourselves. I don't have a roommate, so no one's going to barge in on us." Josh watched as Ethan stripped off his clothes piece by piece. Shoes. Socks. Shirt. Unbuckling his belt. Jeans. At this point, Ethan paused a moment and then pulled down his briefs. Josh's eyes scanned the body of the 18-year-old who was standing naked in his living room. "Now that you're naked, I can tell you exactly what I like about you. You have the mental maturity of a smart 18-year-old college kid, but the body of someone who looks younger. I like that you're not totally wimpy, but you're also not really muscular at all. Don't start lifting weights and ruining that passive, boy-like body of yours. I'm not at all interested in pedo crap; I want my sex partners to be eighteen. It's just this: Your body type makes me feel like you're easy to physically dominate. Does that make sense?" "Yeah. That makes sense." "But there's one thing about your body that I don't like." Ethan was curious what Josh was referring to. What was wrong with his body? "What don't you like?" "That bush of pubes between your legs has got to go. In fact, if you're willing, we can take care of that right now. I can show you the best way to remove all your pubes. Are you okay with that?" Ethan had to think about this before agreeing to it. He didn't want to experience the embarrassment of anyone except for Josh to see him without pubes. He couldn't think of anyone else who was going to see him naked anytime soon. "Yeah. I'm okay with that." "Nice. They all have to go. Cock hairs. Butt hairs. And armpit hairs, too. Okay?" "Okay." Josh led Ethan into the bathroom and walked him step by step through the proper way to remove pubes: first trimming, and then gentle, careful shaving with a sharp razor. When they were all done, Ethan's 18-year-old body looked even more boy-like. "Now you have a perfect body. How's it feel having no pubes?" Ethan looked down at the smooth skin surrounding his cock. It didn't look that way since he was a prepubescent boy. "It actually looks sort of cool." "I thought you'd like it. A lot of submissive guys do. I was wondering: do you have a big brother?" "No." "I thought you might have. Guess I was wrong. Did you hang around with older guys while you were growing up?" "Yeah. Most of my friends in my neighborhood were older." "So, you know what it feels like to be a little brother to your older friends?" "Yeah." "That's consistent with your submissiveness. I'm sure in your relationship with them, they were more dominant, and you were more submissive." "I guess it was like that, but I never did anything sexual with them." "Dominance and submissiveness doesn't necessarily have to be sexual. Big brother / little brother is a classic dominant/submissive relationship. And it doesn't have to be between actual brothers. It's more about age difference and mind set. I'm getting the vibe that our relationship will be like that. Do you want to be my sexually submissive little brother?" "That would be awesome." "So, `little brother,' why don't you come over here and kneel down so your face is right here." Josh pointed to the area between his legs where his cock was. Ethan walked over to Josh and got down on his knees. His face was right in front of the bulge in Josh's sweatpants. "Is this the closest your face ever was to a guy's cock?" "Yeah." "If someone walked in right now and saw you in this position, who would they think was the submissive one? You or me?" "Me." "Do you want to hear a little more psychology? I won't bore you with it anymore after this. I promise." "That's okay. I like hearing about that kind of stuff." "Do you know how in nature males compete with each other to obtain a desirable mate?" "Yeah." "When two males are competing like that, the dominant male wins the competition. In a way, his cock won the competition. When you're between my legs like this, it like you're submissively acknowledging that my cock is dominant. Whose cock is dominant, Ethan?" "Yours is." "Prove it to me. Kiss it." Ethan looked at the lump in Josh's sweatpants. Even though they were a little baggy, Ethan saw that the lump was vaguely shaped like an erect cock. He leaned his head forward and kissed it." "Good boy." "Now, pull down my pants." Ethan pulled down Josh's sweatpants. The lump in Josh's somewhat tight underwear had an even more well-defined erect cock appearance. "My underwear, too, little brother." Ethan did as he was told. He grabbed the waistband of Josh's briefs and pulled them down, freeing his cock. It was fully erect and pointing up at an angle. Ethan stared at the same hard-on that he saw in the picture sent through Humper. "Tell me how much you like your big brother's cock." "I love your cock, big brother." "Show me how much you love it. Kiss it some more." Ethan gave it three kisses. The first one on Josh's balls. Then the shaft. And then the cock head. Josh grabbed his cock in his hand and rubbed it back and forth across Ethan's face. This was one of his favorite ways to establish dominance over a submissive guy. "Now, I want you to give me a handjob until I start to leak. I'm super horny, so it won't take long." Ethan played with his own cock hundreds of times in the past, but he never touched another guy's cock. He started by lightly rubbing the underside of Josh's boner, from the top of Josh's balls to the sensitive spot right below his cockhead. From Ethan's experiences with his own cock, he knew that rubbing that special spot can feel real good. Josh's sexually arousal increased with each up and down motion of the 18-year-old's hand. Ethan stared at the slit on the tip of his new big brother's helmet-shaped cockhead, waiting for the leaking to start. First, he noticed a little bit of liquid ooze out of the slit. And then, as more and more flowed out, he saw it accumulate into a big drop of precum. "Lick it up, little brother. I want you to eat everything that comes out of my cock." Ethan stuck out his tongue, slid it over the slimy slit at the tip of Josh's cock, and tasted the salty flavor of Josh's cock juices. "Good boy." Josh took off the rest of his clothes. Now both `big brother' and `little brother' were fully naked. Josh arranged everything the way he wanted it: First, he got two towels from a closet. Then he moved a hassock in front of the living room chair, so that the chair length would be extended. He spread one of the towels down over the chair/hassock, and sat down on it. He was able to comfortably lie back with his legs partially extended past the front edge of the hassock. He gave the other towel to Ethan to put on the floor in front of the hassock, so it would be more comfortable for him to kneel down on the floor. "Now, you're going to service my cock and make me cum. Make it feel good, little brother. Start by licking it." Ethan knelt down on his towel and positioned his head above Josh's cock. He had a personality that made him want to please people, so he really wanted to do a good job. He started by licking Josh's ballsac, and then proceeded to slide his tongue up the shaft of Josh's hard, veiny cock. He repeatedly licked it from the balls up to the head. As Ethan continued stimulating the various parts of Josh's cock with his tongue, a fresh glob of precum leaked out. Ethan licked it up. "Good boy. Now, put my cock in your mouth. Suck on it." Ethan obeyed Josh's request. He opened his mouth and slid the juicy cock into his mouth. Ethan pressed his lips around its perimeter and slowly moved his head up and down. Josh looked down and enjoyed the sight of cute, passive Ethan giving his very first blow job. As the pleasure in Josh's cock increased, more precum leaked out inside Ethan's mouth and mixed with his saliva. "Mmmm... You're such a good little brother. You can't imagine how good you're making me feel." Ethan liked being praised for doing a good job. Josh wrapped his legs around Ethan's back and put his hands on the back the 18-year-old's head, making the college freshman feel like he was being constrained in his sucking position. Josh pushed down on the back of Ethan's head, forcing his erect cock deeper into Ethan's mouth. His cock head was pressed against the back of Ethan's throat. As Josh's hands held Ethan's head down in that position, he knew what was going to happen next. Ethan gagged, and Josh released his head. "Are you okay, Ethan?" "Yeah." "It's a major turn-on for me when you gag on it like that. Is it okay if I do that to you sometimes?" "Yeah." "You're such a good little brother. Put it back in your mouth and suck on it some more." Ethan put Josh's boner back in his mouth. His moist lips repeatedly slid up Josh's shaft, over the rim of his cock head, and then back down again "I'm getting close to cumming. I want to shoot my load in your mouth. Are you okay with that?" Ethan looked up at Josh and nodded his head "yes." "Good boy." As his sexual pleasure was approaching its peak, Josh felt the urge to show his dominance again. He once again put his hands on the back of Ethan's head. They moved up and down as Ethan's head moved up and down. He pushed his little brother's head down again and held it there until the inevitable happened. Ethan gagged. "Good boy. Now finish me off. I'm going to shoot a big creamy load in your mouth. After I shoot, don't swallow it right away. Okay?" Ethan nodded his head "yes" again and continued sucking. Every suck brought Josh closer and closer to an orgasm. Eventually, the pleasure became too intense for him to hold out any longer. He was seconds away from cumming. "Get ready, little brother..." Ethan was wondering what it would taste like to have a warm, slimy load of cum squirting in his mouth. He didn't have to wait long to find out. Josh's throbbing cock felt an immense amount of pleasure as his orgasm arrived. His cock pumped out one huge squirt of cum and then a series of increasingly smaller squirts into the freshman's sucking mouth. Ethan remembered that Josh didn't want him to swallow it yet, so it gathered inside his mouth and covered his tongue. It had a bitter, slightly salty, and sweet flavor. He didn't particularly like how it tasted, but the fact that it came out of his dominant big brother's cock made him feel glad that it was in his mouth. After Josh recovered from his orgasm and removed his cock from Ethan's mouth, he said, "Show me my load, little brother." Ethan open his mouth, and Josh looked at the white slime that his cock produced. He loved seeing his big load of cum inside the submissive kid's mouth. "You can swallow it now, Ethan." Ethan swallowed, and the gooey sex slime slid down his throat. The cum wasn't in his mouth anymore, but he could still taste its lingering flavor. "That felt so good. You're a perfect little brother." "Thanks." Josh glanced between Ethan's legs and saw that the teen's cock was rock hard. "You better do something about that hard-on of yours. Show me how you jerk off. You can squirt on your towel." Ethan knelt on the floor with his towel in front of him. He grabbed his hard cock in his hand and started jerking it. Being a healthy 18-year-old boy, he was an expert at this. Josh watched as his new submissive sex partner pleasured himself. Ethan was feeling very horny from participating in his first sex experience, so it didn't take long for his orgasm to arrive. When it did, several strands of cum squirted out of Ethan's cock. Josh and Ethan both looked at the streaks and blobs of Ethan-cum that were accumulated on the towel. "Nice job, little brother. That was an awesome cum. I hope you liked your first sex experience." "It was great. Thanks." "I thought it was great, too. I'm so glad you answered my Humper post." "I'm glad I answered it, too." They both got dressed. Before Ethan left, they exchanged contact information. While walking back to his dorm room, Ethan thought about the whirlwind of events he experienced since he logged on to Humper a few hours earlier. Later that day, Ethan was in his dorm room, lying on his bed, finishing up his homework. His phone signaled that a text message arrived. It was from Josh: "Hi, Ethan. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with everything that happened today. I hope we can meet up again sometime. There's a lot more I can teach you." Ethan replied: "I definitely want to meet up again. Can't wait to learn more, big brother. :)" ----- Here's my e-mail address if you want to contact me about my story: [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-best-friends-slave/becoming-best-friends-slave-3	Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2023 19:04:01 -0500 From: Chad Slave <[email protected]> Subject: Becoming-Best-Friend's-Slave-3 If everyone could please show your support with contributions to keep the archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a Gay, Authoritarian story about a how I became my best friend's slave. This is a totally fictional story and is for entertainment only. I hope you enjoy it. Please send me feedback about my story at [email protected] Becoming Best Friend's Slave Chapter 3 Once we got into the house Brain had me follow him up to my room. He ordered me to get all my clothes and put them on my bed. I had to get every single piece of clothing I owned and put them on the bed for him to go though. He grabbed 5 sets of cloths that I owned and told me to put them in this chest he had delivered to the house that was now in the closet in my grandmothers' bedroom. I put them in, and he put the clothes that he bought me from the adult store in them also and shut the chest and pad locked it shut. Then the rest of my cloths I was told to put in garbage bags and put them in the trunk of his car. After all my clothes were in the trunk of Brian's car we got in and he drove us to a donation box where he made me donate all my clothes. Brian then said to me. "Now the only clothes you can wear are in that chest I bought in my closet. I will pick out what you wear and when you wear them. Now let's go to my parents' house we need to pick up my clothes and take them back to my new bedroom." I now knew Brian was going to move into my grandmother's bedroom. We then went to his house, and he made me pack all his clothes up and I had to carry them to his car. Once I got all his clothes we got back in his car and headed back to my house. I then had to take all of Brian's clothes in and he made me hang them up and place them in the dresser. An hour or so later there was a knock at the door and when Jacob answered the door there were 2 guys there with tool boxed and Brian had them follow him into my grandmother's bedroom. I sat there watching as they put locks on all the drawers and closet. Brian thanked them after they finished, and they left. Brian then said. "Now you cannot get into any drawer or the closet. You will not have access to them only myself. Now I want you to strip those cloths off you are wearing and pick them up and follow me." I did as order, and he walked out the back door in the back yard. I stopped and did not go outside because I was naked except for the chastity on my dick and the collar around my neck when Brian then yelled at me to join him and my brothers out back. I then walked outside where my brothers had started a fire in the fire pit in our back yard. Brian looked at me and told me. "Ok slut put those clothes into the fire. You will never need those again." I started to tear up as I put my clothes in the fire and seen my brothers already putting all my underwear and socks in the fire to burn them. That's when Jacob told me that per Brian, I was never allowed to wear underwear or socks ever again. I just stood there watching as my undergarments burned into nothing. After that Brain grabbed the leash now connected to my collar and made me follow him back into the house. That's when Brian said. "Ok slut me and you are calling off school tomorrow. There is no swimming practice, and it will be a perfect time for me to make some changes to my new room." I then was told to make dinner and feed everyone and after dinner I had to clean everything up. Right before going to bed, I had to give Brian, Jacob, and Jarod all a blow job as they all shot there loads all over my face and it dried up on me. Brian then had me follow him to his new room where he lay in the bed, and I was told to sleep on the floor. It was a long night but the next day I found out would be even longer. We woke up and my brothers left for school and only me and Brian were now at the house. Then there was a knock at the door and the guy from the adult store was there. He came in and started to talk to Brian as I was nude next to them. "Looks like you ordered a king size bed sex bed to be assembled?" Brain said yes to him and then he said. "Well, what did you want done with the bed that's in the room now, and how is the training going for your slave? Brian told him the training was going well, and he showed them my grandmother's room. Her room was much bigger than mine and Brian wanted it for his own room now. They took everything out of that room. There was nothing left of my grandmothers in the room anymore except the dresser. Then they started to bring furniture piece by piece. A few hours later they were done, and we went to see the changes that Brain had made to the room. There was this new big bed in the room. It was all steel and had an extra feature on it that a normal bed would not have. There was at the foot of the bed a Pillory to place to put my head and hands into. For people that do not know what a pillory is, your head and hands go into it to keep you in place. With a part that came down over my head and neck to keep me in place, I also noticed there were metal hoops just below where my head and wrist would go. The mattress on top was a very soft memory foam bed that was extremely comfortable. That was Brian's bed to sleep in. The guy from the porn store asked Brian if he would like him to show how the pillory works on the bed. You know Brian said yes and so the guy took out these cuffs and put one on each of my wrists. Then put small pad locks on them to lock them on me. After that I was told to get up on Brian's new bed and put my head and wrists in the pillory. After I did that, the guy put the top down and locked it into place and then locked my wrist cuffs and collar also to the bed where the metal rings were, so I was stuck right there with me on all fours on the bed as I could not move. Then the guy put my ball gag in my mouth, and I could not talk again when the guy then asked Brian. "So have you fucked your slut's pussy yet?" Brian replied. "No not yet, in fact I believe slut is a virgin. Are you a virgin slut?" I shook my head yes and was very scared now they were talking about fucking me. Then the guy said to Brian. "One thing most owner like to do is be the first to breed their slaves to make them their property. Just fuck your bitch and cum right up inside his pussy first." Brian then got up on the bed where my ass was right there for the taking. Now I have never been fucked before and my body started to shake from the fear of being fucked for the first time in my life. The guy then told Brian just work my hole open like he would work some chicks pussy open. Brian took one finger and put some lube on it and started to push it inside my hole. It felt so strange and hurt a little then I heard Brian tell me. "Damn slut your pussy is tight. I'm having a hard time even putting one finger up there." The guy then told Brian just to work the hole and make it open just enough that his cock would go in and finish opening me up by fucking me. Brian did just that. He then tried to put 2 fingers in, and I was now tearing up from the pain. I could not say anything or scream with the ball gag in my mouth. The without noticed I felt Brian put the head of his cock up to my ass and he grabbed my hips and pushed his cock forward until his cock slammed inside of me. All 9 inches went into me with brutal force, and I screamed in the ball gag and lost my breath from the major pain now in my body from his cock being shoved into me when I then heard Brian say. "Fuck yeah slut, your pussy is so fucking tight. It is squeezing my cock tightly. Fuck I have never had a pussy so tight in my life." I was now crying as he held his cock inside of me and I could not move at all to try to get away from this intrusion. Brian then grabbed my hips with his hands and started to pull out and push all the way in me now and I was being fucked for the first time in my life. Brian then started to go faster and fuck me with force now as he kept yelling at me. "Yeah, that's it you fucking slut, take that cock up that fucking pussy, fuck you are so fucking tight. I wish I started to fuck you years ago. Take that fucking cock you fucking faggot cunt. Make my dick feel good." Brain just kept fucking me hard and fast for about 20 minutes and he finally started to cum inside me as he said. "Yeah, that's it Bitch. Take that Cock Snot up that fucking pussy bitch. Fuck yeah this feels fucking great you Gaywad slut." After Brian was finished with fucking me, he pulled his cock out and stood up and told the guy it was his turn to fuck me. The guy wasted no time and got up on the bed and shoved his cock right into me and started to fuck me also. It hurt like hell and now I just had been fucked back-to-back by two different cocks within the same hour. After the guy was done fucking me, he showed Brian to put a butt plug inside of me to keep all of their cum inside of me so it would not drip on his bed and my body could absorb their cum. Then they left the room and just left me there still shackled up like this on the bed alone in the room. I just stayed there in Brian's new room shackled in place crying from the now sore ass I had and the humiliation of my first sexual encounter. I have always thought the day I lose my virginity that it would be loving. But no, it was brutal and to the point of being fucked. A few hours had passed, and the door of the bedroom opened back up and Brian came in with my two brothers so they could see the new bed and Brian's room with me on the bed like this. Then Brian told my brothers to get up on the bed and fuck me also if they wanted to. This time Jarod was the first to jump on the bed. Brian pulled the butt plug out of me and Jaron shoved his already hard cock inside me and started to verbally abuse me. "Look at you. What a fucking fag. Are you our new house cum dump? I'm going to spray your guts with my Ball Barf in that cunt of yours. Yeah, that's it bitch take that dick. My cock feels good you fucking bitch. Milk that cock slut." Jarod kept fucking me until he finally came inside me also. Not one second after Jarod pulled his dick out from inside me Jacob shoved his dick in me and started the verbal abuse also. "Damn bitch you cannot get enough cock up inside that pussy, can you? What I'm the fourth cock up in that tight pussy today? Yeah, Brian told me all about your used pussy today. I bet you can't wait for me to spray your insides with my baby batter. Just another load for a pathetic cum dump faggot." I was now crying big time. It was more about listening to my brothers talk to me like this and degrading me as they both fuck me and shoot their loads up inside of me. After Jacob finished fucking me Brian got on the bed to fuck me for the second time today and was just as verbally abusive as my brothers. "Look at you slut. You're such a good fuck hole. How did it feel to have your own little brothers fuck you and not care anything about you except for their own satisfaction of getting their rocks off inside that pussy of yours. I bet you love every second of it didn't you bitch? Well get used to it because we are going to fuck your pussy and that sweet cock sucker of yours every day now. You ready for my man juice up in that pussy again bitch?" Just then Brian started to moan as he pumped me full of his cum for the second time today. Brian then pulled his dick out and shoved the butt plug back in me. Brian and my two brothers then stood in front of the bed talking about me as if I was not even there as I looked at them. Brian said. "Well boys I hope you had fun inside that tight pussy." Jacob and Jarod both agreed how tight I was and how great it felt on their cocks. Then Brian said. "Well I have been reading a lot in that book about being an owner and there are so many things we need to start implementing with our slave object. But the first thing we will start with is an easy one and slut will not have to learn a thing for this one. Everyone will start calling slut it or it's and stop referring to it as him or he. It is an object now, so we need to refer to it as that. An object. This weekend we will start another part of its transformation and train it. But more on that later. Let's all go to be now it's getting late." They both agreed with Brian as they left the room and Brian left me in of the pillory as he laid down to sleep. Brian had turned off the lights and went right to sleep. It did not take him but minutes to fall asleep. Me on the other hand I was so uncomfortable and still had the butt plug inside of me holding 5 loads in me, as I was forced to stay on all fours on the bed at Brian's feet. The next morning Brian woke up and took me out of the pillory and had me turn around to take the butt plug out of me and told me to go take a shower. I was only too happy to do that. Once in the shower I washed every bit of my body good and made sure I was as clean as I could get. Once out of the shower Brian left the cuffs off my wrists and told me that I would now have to always wear them also. Brian then gave me clothes to wear to school. It was a normal outfit I owned, and it felt good to have clothes on again. Even though I had my accessories of collar, chastity, and wrist culls on. Other than that, I felt normal. Once we got at school everyone, I knew started to call me slut. The word was out that was my new name, and everyone knew it. A few guys asked me when I planned on blowing them. I just ignored them as they laughed. I was now known around school as the slut fag that loves cock. Gabe had also toll everyone how I got his 11-inch cock down my throat and his girl could not even get it all down like I did. I heard a lot about how I did that also. It was very humiliating. The day finally ended, and it was time for swimming practice. Luckily, I didn't have to give anyone a blow job, but Brian had something new up his sleeve. After practice and in the locker room Brian announced to everyone. "Ok everyone listen up. Slut here is from this point on to give anyone a hand job that wants one. If you want it to jerk your cock off just come up to it and tell it to jerk, you off and it will grab your cock and go to work for you." The team was now telling Brian how glad they are to have a cum loving fag on the team now. Brian just agreed with them as I was still on my knees covered in the teams cum. I could not see. I was still in my swimming speedos when Brain connected the leash to my collar and had me follow him to the car like this. Most of the guys said they would next time that they had to get home, but 4 guys didn't have to leave so they decided they wanted me to jerk them off. The 4 guys that stayed were Vince he was a junior and 17 years old, when he pulled his cock out for me to jerk off I noticed he was 9 inches long. Then there was Zack he also was a junior and 17 years old but he was smaller than Vince at 7 inches long, the third guy that stayed was Collin he is a sophomore and is 16 years old with a 7 inch cock also, the last guy that stayed over was Shane and he is a senior like us with a 8 inch cock. Brian had told me to save time to use both hands and jerk off two cocks at the same time. I was also ordered to aim the heads of their cocks to my face so when they came it went all over my face. All four of them shoot tons of cum all over my face. It got all over my hair and forehead and a lot in my eyes. The cum in my eyes made them burn and I could not open them to see. After that Brian grabbed my leash and had me follow him to his car only wearing my speedo. I now had to rely on Brian to get me to the car because there was cum in my eyes, and I could not see. I had wondered how many people seen me being led by a leash with cum all over me, in my speedo. Once we got to his car, he put me in the passenger seat. He then got into the car and before we left he grabbed my hand and put it on his cock and told me to jerk him off as he drives. Then I heard Brian say. "Ok slut I am stopping by to get something to eat. Do not stop jerking me off when you hear them." I just said ok, I most likely could open my eyes by now but I decided to keep them closed now because I did not want to see the people at the fast food place. We pulled up to the intercom and I heard Brian order himself a meal. The guy told him to pull up to the window and once at the window I heard this guy say. "Holly fuck, that dude is fucking jerking you off right now." Brian replied. "Yeah, it is, and it is not a dude it is my slave. I told it to jerk me off and that's what it is doing." Then I heard the guy call his friends to the drive up window to see what I was doing. I was so humiliated, but I knew I could not stop jerking Brian off, so I just kept going. Then I heard them give Brian his order and right before pulling away Brian said. "Here is my phone number, I wrote it down for you, if any of you wants to use this slut just give me a call and I will make it happen." After that we pulled away and I had to ask Brian a question. "Master if you don't mind me asking, but why are you having all these guys use me? I only wanted to be your slave and not be used by every guy in town Master." Brian started to laugh and replied to me. "You're a silly fag, you are my slave and no one else's slave. And as my slave you do as I say. And I feel a slut fag like yourself needs to be passed around for all guys to use. I cannot be shellfish and not let everyone one else miss out on your decision to be a slave. Now don't ask me that again." I then continued to jerk Brian off until he grabbed my head and pushed it down on his lap as he started to shoot cum all over my face and add his cum to the mix of my teammates cum. Once we got back home Brain took me inside and told my brothers all about today's events. They just laughed as Brian went into detail about me giving the team a hand job. Then Brian took me to the bathroom and told me to take a shower. I am starting to love taking showers now. I get to was all the cum off me and get clean so I can feel somewhat normal again. I then made dinner for me and my brothers, but Brian was not hungry as he had already eaten. So, he put his meal in the refrigerator for leftovers. We then went to bed and Brian locked me in the pillory on his bed to sleep. I knew that was my new place I had to sleep from now on. The next day at school went the same except there was no practice that day so we headed right home after school and once home again Brian said to my brothers. "Ok boys, today we are going to start slut on its new lessons of being an slave object. Today we are going to go to the park and order slut to do thing in public and see how it obeys us in a public setting. If it does not obey when we get back home we will start its punishment part of being our object. So just heads up slut, if you don't want beat, you better obey all three of us without hesitation." I just agreed and thought to myself that this was going to be a long evening. To be continued...... Thank you for reading my new story, I hope everyone has enjoyed it. More to come soon.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-5	Date: Mon, 15 May 2023 14:20:10 -0400 From: Slave Bear Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 5 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Chapter 5 L024 spent several minutes licking the seat of the old beat-up truck. It had only been parked briefly, but the sun had raised the interior temperature by over a hundred degrees. The precum that had dribbled out of its nub during the drive to the farm had dried and crusted. The old leather seat was cracked, filthy, and tasted horrible, but the slave ensured every remnant of its fluids was gone before it stepped back and closed the door. The slave then took a breath to prepare itself and walked towards the barn's open door. Stepping inside, L024 could smell the scent of dirt and hay. The structure was built of wood and metal and appeared several decades in age. The ground was compacted earth for the first few feet and then turned into broken but hard concrete. A ladder to the left led up to a loft above, and on either side of the building, farm implements hung on the walls and stalls that looked to have once been made for horses. The first two stalls were mostly empty except for random tools and buckets, but the next two looked to be set up like small bedrooms. The stall to the right was clean and tidy. It had a hay-covered cot that looked as though it was brand new. Folded white sheets had been placed on top, and a small table next to it held a water container. A brand new rug had been put on the floor. The stall to the left looked well-used. Sheets that had been placed over the cot were in disarray. The bed was sagging in the middle and looked like it had been repaired several times. The water container was nearly empty, and deep, worn marks on a small rug on the floor indicated a lot of use. "Checking out your new home, Gimp?" came the voice of Frank. L024 turned to look down towards the back of the barn and saw its master had removed his shirt, boots, and socks. He was standing barefoot on the barn floor, and there was no doubt that the young man was attractive. His chest had tufts of blond hair, and a treasure trail of fur ran down into his tight, bulged jeans. Frank smiled as he walked over to the slave. "Will I be sleeping in one of these stalls, Master?" L024 asked as it pointed. "Yup!" Frank said as he came to stand face-to-face with his slave and ran his finger down L024's chest seductively. "The room there that is brand new is for Nutless. The one across from it belongs to Cee. Your stall is just ahead on the right, but you can look at it later. Your ass needs to be bred and marked as mine first. Follow me to the dungeon, Gimp." Frank turned and walked towards the back of the barn, and L024 followed. There appeared to be a small kitchen to the left, but Frank turned right and grabbed the knob of a large metal door. As he pulled, it let out a loud squeaking noise. Sliding to the side, it revealed a dimly lit room whose walls were covered in leather and bondage equipment. "This is the sex dungeon, slave," Frank said as he moved his hands around the room to point. "In the back corner is a washing station with a hose and a drain on the floor. When you are told to come in here, you will immediately go there to clean your ass out and prepare yourself for your owners. Then you will kneel in the middle of the room facing the door with your hands behind your back. You will wait until Burt or I arrive. It may be a few minutes. It may be hours. But you will remain motionless and quiet until you are needed. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master," L024 replied. "Were you cleaned out at the market before I picked you up?" Frank asked. "Yes, Master," L024 replied. "They ensured I was very clean inside before we were washed and prepped. I have not eaten anything but a liquid protein meal for breakfast this morning." "I do love how they make sure you are ready as soon as you are brought home," Frank said with a smile. "When was the last time you were used?" "I haven't had anal sex in over ten years, Master," L024 replied. "It has been nearly that long since I provided oral service, too." "So, you are basically tight and near virginal again," Frank said. "This is going to be fun." "Yes, Master," L024 replied. "I am here to please you." "On your knees, Gimp," Frank said. "Assume the position I mentioned." L024 bowed and walked to the center of the room and kneeled as Frank flipped on some lights and grabbed a towel, which he placed on a fuck bench. The young man then walked over to a wooden desk and grabbed a pair of leather gloves sitting on top. He pulled them over his hands and felt as they gripped his skin tightly. Clapping his hands together afterward, Frank looked over at his slave and smiled. He then grabbed a cigar from the table and a lighter. "In this room, you only speak when you are spoken to," Frank said in a low, deep, commanding voice. "This is an area devoted to my pleasure and that of your Lord. Your body, slave, will provide that pleasure. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master," L024 replied. Frank put the cigar in his mouth and lit the end. L024 watched as the flame blazed and the tobacco began to brighten and burn. The young man puffed on the stogie several times before breathing in the vapors and expelling them around his head. The atmosphere in the room was stale and warm, and the smoke lingered around him as he threw the lighter on the table and walked over to L024. "You will learn to crave my musk, my sweat, my cum, and my firm hand, slave," Frank boomed to the boy below. "I am the only man in this room. As a slave, you are nothing but a tool for pleasure. Your needs are meaningless, but I will reward you with a milking if you please me. But, for now, I want you to show me how much you adore me by worshiping my feet." "Yes, Master," L024 replied as it looked down at the dust-covered paws placed in front of it. Frank had average-sized feet but had large toes with small tufts of blond hair on the top. L024 bent over and stuck out its tongue. As it ran over the top of the left foot, it could taste the dirt and smell the pungent odor of the young man. It was acrid and vile, but the slave suppressed its gag reflex. Moving back down, Frank lifted his toes from the ground, and L024 popped them into its mouth and sucked on them. "There you go, Gimp," Frank growled as he sucked on the cigar and lifted his head to blow a cloud of smoke above. "Get those piggies nice and clean." Spit began to run out of the sides of the slave's mouth as it washed and licked each digit. It started with the large one and ended with the small one, being sure to clean in between each toe as well. When L024 moved to the other foot to repeat the process, Frank looked down, wiggled the clean toes, and grinned. "Not bad, Gimp. How do I taste?" L024 gulped and let the young man's big toe fall from its mouth before answering. "Like a virile, free man, Master." Frank smiled. "Fuck yeah, boy." Once the toes on both feet were cleaned, Frank lifted his dirty soles and let the slave work them over. The dirt covered L024's beard and mouth, but it focused on what it was doing and tried to ignore the taste and the feeling of the grit in its teeth and throat. Frank watched from above as the tobacco entered his lungs and started to give him a buzz. Pulling the cigar from his mouth, he turned it in his hand and blew out more vapor. He then flexed his shoulders and arms and wiggled his feet, feeling the wetness of the mouth moving around them. Stepping back, Frank caused L024 to fall to the ground, and the young man smiled. "On your knees again, Gimp." As L024 complied, Frank moved till his crotch was inches from the slave's face. He unbuttoned the top of his jeans before looking at the boy. "Push your face in there and smell me, slave." L024 complied immediately. The slave could feel the warm mound that was aching to be released. Frank's stiff shaft was visible in the fabric, and as L024 licked it, it could feel the balls below. As the denim began to darken as it collected the slave's sweat, Frank shifted his weight as his cock began to try to force its way out. "Use your mouth to unzip me and then remove my pants, slave," Frank said. "Do not remove my boxers." "Yes, Master," L024 replied as it moved to grab the zipper with its teeth and pull it down. It took some force, but the tight jeans soon split apart and fell. As they lowered, Frank's white boxers appeared, soaked with precum. The outline of his cock was clearly visible, and the strong odor of his musk impacted L024 like a ton of bricks. It was different than the scent the slave had craved when Dom had owned its ass, but it had an earthen tone that made the slave's nub drool. Frank lifted first his left foot and then his right as L024 removed the young man's pants and folded them nearly on the floor. The slave then looked up longingly at its master. Its face showed how much it wanted the slab of meat poking out from behind the thin cotton shroud. Frank smiled as he pulled on the cigar and blew smoke over his slave. L024 coughed but maintained eye contact. "You don't get my dick yet, boy," Frank said. "I need to warm up that body first. Stand and walk over to the cross." L024 nodded and rose. To its left was a Saint Andrew's cross, and it walked over and faced it, raising its hands and spreading its feet without needing direction. Frank smiled as he followed the slave over and buckled its limbs into place. Running his hands over the fur-covered skin of the slave, Frank was pleased. "Fuck you are going to feel so good, boy. You have the perfect body. It just needs a little color." Frank turned and grabbed a flogger from the wall. He swung into the air to practice before moving behind the slave and then flicking the implement over L024's upper back and shoulders. As the leather strips hit L024, the boy tensed and grunted. It had never been flogged, though it had always wanted to experience it. "That's it, boy," Frank said as he puffed the cigar and adjusted his stance. "Let's ramp this up." The flogger soon began to fly through the air. Frank expertly twirled the straps in a circular motion, bringing them down with varying degrees of intensity as he worked left and right down the slave's back. When he reached L024's ass, he delivered some hard blows, and the slave squealed and clenched as it pulled on the chains that bound it. Frank chuckled as he stopped to rub the reddened skin. The slave felt the sensation of the leather hand as it ran across it, and it groaned. "That's what I like to hear," Frank said. "I'm not out to punish you, boy. The more I work over your body, the more your nerves will increase their sensitivity. When I am done with you, the slightest touch will make you quiver, and that is when you will get the fuck of your life. You got that, Gimp?" "Yes, Sir," L024 groaned. "Thank you, Master." Frank let the flogger sail through the air again, and he moved around L024's ass and down each leg, pausing to hit the enhanced balls that hung between lightly. That caused the slave to try to jump off of the floor. It didn't take long for the slave's body to develop an overall reddish tone. There were a few slight marks on its shoulders and ass, but nothing that wouldn't fade over the course of an hour. Frank's hand was getting sore, however. So, he hung the flogger up, put the cigar down, and then removed the restraints from the slave. "Kneel before me, boy," Frank said. L024 fell to the ground without a word. Its body ached, but as it got eye-level with Frank's package, it could see the young man had been precumming so much that his boxers were now soaked through. Its Master hooked his thumbs under the waistline, and with a quick pull, the moist fabric fell to the floor. Frank's cock now pointed straight at L024. It was only inches from the slave's nose. While not huge, the young man was packing a little over six and a half inches, and it had some decent girth. It was circumcised, and the head glistened as a drop of precum formed and collected at the tip. Frank's balls hung below. They were covered in hair, and each testicle was about the size of a regular egg. But the scent of his musk was now potent. It wafted over the slave, and L024 felt drool forming at the edges of its lips. "What do you think, Gimp?" Frank asked as he looked down at his slave. "Master has a god cock," L024 replied. "This slave is honored to view it." Frank broke his concentration and laughed. "Well, it's never been called that before, but I like the sentiment. I permit you to take it into yourself. Go slow. I want you to feel and taste me. I want you to prepare me for your pussy." "Yes, Master," L024 replied as it moved forward and opened its mouth. As the head of Frank's cock crossed L024's lips, the slave cradled it with its tongue and pulled its mouth close to suckle. The young man's precum was salty and sweet, and as it nursed, Frank groaned. Pushing deeper, the head moved back into the slave's throat, and L024 cautiously reached out to hold onto its master's legs. When it noticed no correction to its move, L024 closed its eyes and began to moan as it applied pressure and pulled back and forth on the shaft, going deeper each time. Frank grunted as he felt his cock pleasured. This slave might have been out of practice, but it knew what it was doing. Before long, he could feel his head sliding down the back of the slave's throat and his heavy balls resting on the slave's chin. Looking down, he placed his hands on L024's forehead and pulled it back. "Open that mouth, boy." As L024 complied, Frank pursed his lips and let a wad of spit fall from his mouth. It dropped directly into the throat of the slave. The young man then pulled L024's head back down on his shaft and began to skull fuck it. L024 gagged initially but quickly opened up its throat and took it deep. "Damn, your throat is nice, boy! Suck that cock! Take that dick deep!" L024 grunted and looked up as it was used. Frank was pushing his hips back and forth as he held onto the slave's head. L024 could feel the movement of the muscles in the young man's thighs. Frank had some strong legs, and the slave knew that his ass would likely be reamed when the time came. With each thrust, L024 could feel Frank's sack impact his face. The testicles inside hung low and were warm and sweaty. They felt heavy too. The slave's trimmed beard deadened the impact, but there was no mistaking the amount of dominant seed contained within. "That's a boy," Frank growled. "My sexy, furry slave. Worship my cock. It's the only dick that should matter to you." L024 groaned. It could taste more precum flooding its mouth. With every moment, its master increased production, almost matching the pooling amount between its legs that emanated from its enhanced testicles and docked nub that could never become hard again. "Ok," Frank said as he abruptly pulled the slave off. "I need at that ass. I can't wait anymore." L024 looked up at its master longingly. Its face was covered in spit and cock slime and still open. Frank slapped the slave lightly to close its maw and directed it to stand and walk over to a flat bench. "Jump up here, Gimp," Frank said. "Normally, I would put you on the fuck bench, but I want you to watch as I breed your ass for the first time." "Yes, Master," L024 replied. Frank helped the slave get up and lay back on the bench. The young man then pulled out two metal extensions with stirrups that allowed the slave to rest its legs, spreading and exposing its ass. Pulling its arms to the side of the bench, Frank secured the slave's limbs in leather straps and then patted L024's chest when it was secured. "I hope you got my dick nice and wet cause that is all the lube you are getting." L024 watched as its master moved between its legs and stroked his cock. The slave's hole was at the perfect height and puckered in anticipation. Frank licked his thumb and then probed it. With only slight resistance, his digit entered the slave's ass and was pulled deep. "Fuck, that pussy is ready for me, isn't it?" "Yes, Master," L024 groaned. Frank smiled and pulled his thumb out. Stroking his cock twice and letting some precum collect at the tip, he lined himself up and then, with one movement, pushed inside. As the head disappeared inside the slave's tight rosebud, L024 closed his eyes and grunted. "Eyes on me, slave!" Frank growled as he grabbed L024's spread legs and pushed deeper. "I want you to focus on me. Direct all your efforts into making your pussy pleasure me. Got that?" L024 nodded as the young man went deeper. Frank was not overly hung, but his cock felt good as it neared the enhanced prostate of the slave. The organ had been desensitized during its alterations, but the pressure of the cock on it caused a massive spurt of precum to shoot out of its tiny nub. The clear liquid sailed into the air and landed with an audible sound on its abdomen. "Damn," Frank replied as he collected the fluids and tasted them. "That nub of yours is primed!" "Yes, Master," L024 replied. "But it's nothing like your huge cock." "Not anymore, for sure," Frank said with a smile as he bottomed out. "I'm glad we docked it. It wasn't needed anyway." "No, Sir," L024 replied. "Fuck yeah!" Frank growled as he began to thrust. L024 could feel the sheer energy of the impact of his master's body as it was thrown forward, and the cock inside its ass went deep. The young man then pulled almost entirely out before thrusting in again. The table creaked and groaned and soon began to move back and forth with the movement. The slave's ass was then pummeled. Like a horny rabbit, Frank quickly pounded his cock deep inside his toy. L024's oversized balls were rolling around due to the kinetic energy of the fuck, and its body tensed as it pulled against the restraints. "That's it, slave!" Frank shouted. "Take that cock!" "Yes, Master!" L024 replied as it gritted its teeth and felt its head fly back and forth. "Fuck you feel so good. Yeah, Eric, yeah!" L024 was momentarily confused. Who was Eric? It looked up and saw that its master had his eyes closed and was deep in the moment as he fucked. However, the slave thought it was best not to break the momentum of the fuck. After all, if its master wanted to daydream while it fucked his slave, that was his right too. "Fuck yeah!" Frank growled again as he opened his eyes, reached down, and grabbed onto L024's waist. While the young man might not have been as hung as Dom, he certainly had more energy than L024's previous master. Frank seemed to have infinite energy as he pounded and reamed the slave's ass for nearly fifteen minutes straight. But, eventually, he slowed, and L024 could see the sweat pouring off the young man's forehead and dripping down his chest. "How are those balls of yours doing, slave?" Frank said as he pulled out to rest a moment. The young man lightly slapped the huge testicles lying low in the slave's stretched and enhanced sack. "I can't believe how large they were able to make them," Frank said. "They have to be twice the size they were when I bought you." "Yes, Master," L024 replied with a grunt as it winced when another slap came. "Big and full," Frank said. "I know you haven't cum in a month other than being prodded at the market. And you have had a week of enhanced production, filling those tissues with tons of swimmers. I bet they are just painful at this point." "Yes, Master!" L024 cried out in pain as it threw its head back and twisted on the table. "They are so much fun to play with!" Frank said as he quickly tapped each one in quick succession. L024 was now writing. Its ass was on fire, and now its groin felt like it would explode. Several globs of precum shot out of its nub as Frank continued to lightly tap, eliciting pure joy from the young man. "Fuck I love this!" "Yes, Master!" L024 screamed out. Frank stopped for a moment and then hit the huge testicles lightly again. "Yeah, slave?" He hit them again. "Is this too much for you?" And then again. "Do you want me to stop?" "No, Master!" L024 cried. "My body is for your pleasure!" "Damn right, it is!" Frank replied as he grabbed the slave's waist and shoved deep inside again. "Fuck!" L024 groaned as his body was rocked again. Frank's dick was now hammering the slave's prostate. Even in its desensitized state, biology was beginning to win out. It hadn't properly orgasmed in over a month, and a familiar warm feeling began to spread through the slave's abdomen. The fire spread into its balls, and the heavy testicles inside began to lift. L024 started to sweat. Its body flushed, and it groaned loudly. Frank watched as the slave pushed its legs as wide as it could, and then its tiny nub erupted like a volcano. Cum shot into the air so forcefully that it nearly reached Frank's head before it fell back and landed in splashes on the slave's body. "Fuck yeah!" Frank growled. "Now you know what a real man's cock can do! I just fucked those balls of yours dry, boy!" "Fuck!" L024 screamed. "And now it's time for your master to breed!" Frank replied as he shoved hard into the slave. Deep inside L024, the young man's cock spewed forth. The warm cum plastered the insides of the slave, and L024 could feel the pulsing of the organ. Frank was howling at the ceiling and clenching his ass as shot after shot was delivered. "Fuck yeah! Woo-hoo!" L024's head fell back, and he nearly fainted. The intensity of its own orgasm, coupled with that of its master, was almost too much. Both of them were panting and trying to collect their energy as they came off their respective highs. But it was Frank that gasped and came to first. Pulling his softening and dripping cock from the slave's ass, he stepped back and laughed. "Fuck you were a good purchase!" L024 opened its eyes and groaned as it nodded. Frank moved to unstrap its arms and pull its feet from the stirrups before stepping back. "Get down here and clean your Master's dick!" L024 gasped. It was barely able to move as it rolled off the table and fell to the floor. It managed to crawl to its master and lift its body till it was face-to-face with the cum-coated organ in front of it. Opening its mouth, it sucked the shaft inside and cleaned it of its precious fluids. "Be careful there, Gimp," Frank winced. "Your master is sensitive after he cums." L024 slowed down and made sure to be gentle as it finished the job. After letting the shaft fall out, it moved to lick and bathe the sweaty balls that had blessed its ass with a real man's seed. Frank was pleased. "That's a good slave." When L024 was done, it collapsed on its hands and knees as Frank stretched and walked over to finish his cigar and wipe his face with the towel he had set out. Turning to look at his slave, he saw the copious amounts of cum on the table and floor and the wet mess that covered L024. "Look at me, slave," Frank said. L024 managed to pull its body upright to face its master. "I want my equipment and floors cleaned before you leave here. But I want you to wear that cum on and in your body for a while. I want my fluids to become a part of you." "Yes, Master," L024 replied. "Get to it, then," Frank said. "Use your tongue till everything is sparkling clean." "Yes, Master," L024 replied as Frank smiled and left the room. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-10	Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2023 19:27:25 -0500 From: Slave Bear Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 10 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Chapter 10 "On your feet, slave!" E754 looked up from the corner where it was sitting to see a large guard at the door to its cage. The man struck an imposing form in the bright lights that shone above. He held a wooden baton in one hand and swung it so it hit the bars and made them ring as it ran from side to side. "Are you deaf?" the man shouted as he grabbed a ring full of keys and slotted the correct one in the cage door to open it. As the door swung open, the slave on the ground grunted and pulled itself to its feet. "That's better," the guard said as he bent down and removed the slave's leg chains from the bolt on the concrete floor. E754 watched as the large man stood and gestured to it by wiggling his finger. "Now, step forward. And no funny business. I am in no mood. I'll shock the hell out of those balls of yours." The slave bit down on the gag in its mouth in frustration and stepped forward. Two metal rings surrounded its ankles, and the heavy chain that connected them dragged along the concrete floor as its large, furry feet moved forward. When it reached the threshold and stepped into the hallway, the guard put his hand up and held it against the slave's chest. He then stood eye to eye with it. "Now listen," the guard said with a deep, menacing tone. "I know what you did in the outside world. I am quite sure you are looking for any opportunity to escape. Don't fuck with me. I've sent bigger slaves than you to the hospital for misbehaving." The guard reached down, grabbed E754's balls, and squeezed them hard. The slave's face contorted when it felt the pain. "I'm a sadist, and I would love to teach you a lesson or two," the guard said with a smile. "Are you going to give me that chance?" The slave's fists were balled behind it as it felt the pressure of the man's hand grip tighter. Its testicles were being crushed. It could feel this man's power and knew better than to push its luck. It stared forward and shook its head from side to side. The guard frowned. "And here I was hoping to bust your balls a little." Releasing the large orbs, the guard stepped back and then twirled his finger in the air. "Turn around, slave. I need to unlock your arms." E754 grunted as it complied. It felt the lock give way, and its hands fell to its sides for the first time in over a day. Pain shot through its limbs as a pins and needles feeling soon followed. It then turned to see the guard smiling again. "Now, hold your arms out." The slave complied as a heavy short chain was connected to the two metal rings around its wrists. The length was enough that it could raise and lower its arms but secure enough that it would have reduced dexterity. "I am here to lead you to the auction, slave," the guard growled. "You will remain quiet and do as you are told. Is that understood?" E754 sneered but nodded its head in the affirmative. "Let's go," the guard said as he grabbed E754's upper arm and led it down the hallway. The two walked through several doorways and down another long hall until they reached a large room. Inside, slaves were lined up in several rows, with a guard for every three of them nearby. A flat monitor was mounted to one wall, listing a series of letters and numbers sorted into several columns. The guard led E754 to the end of one row and directed it to stand beside a small but stout slave. "Wait here until you are called," the guard said as he released his grip and walked to a table at the front where several men were talking. The fifty naked slaves that had been assembled were all wearing red tags in their ears. There were five in each row, with five rows on the left side of the room and five on the right. They were of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Some looked scared to death, while others looked defiant. Some were hairy, and others were smooth. Some were hung, while others had genitals that seemed tiny, almost feminine in appearance. E754 scanned the room around it. It had learned to scope out an area quickly to know where the exits were and assess risks. There were guards everywhere. The only way in and out of the room was the door it had entered and another behind the table full of men at the front. Guards were constantly moving up and down the rows, and each had a baton in their hand and a watch that could activate the rings around the slave's cocks. "Attention!" said a man behind the desk at the front. "We are almost ready to begin. As your slave number is highlighted on the screen behind me, you will be brought forward and into the auction area. Remain quiet and obey instructions. Once on the stage, the auction process will only take a few minutes. Upon a purchasing bid, you will be led to the processing area, where you will meet your new master. I know some of you are about ready to piss yourself. Well, suck it up. You might not be men, but I expect you to act like professional slaves! We have a reputation to keep here. For those of you looking to escape, I want you to look around. Every guard here can put you to the ground. Only one slave has ever escaped this facility, and when it was found, it was immediately terminated. Do you understand?" E754 grunted into its gag with the rest of its fellow slaves as the man smiled. A loud horn then sounded and echoed through the entire facility. "The auction has begun!" the man said as he looked up at the screen behind him and saw the first combination of letters and numbers highlighted. "A812, you are up!" The guards moved down a row and grabbed a tall but thin slave with smooth skin and a buzzed head of dark hair. Its balls, while not huge, hung so low that they swung back and forth like a pendulum as it was pulled from the room. After several minutes, the next number came up, and another was taken away. In that way, one by one, each slave was led through the door at the front of the room. The process was efficient and orderly, with each slave taken at intervals of no more than five minutes apart. Over an hour passed before E754's number appeared on the screen. "E754!" the man behind the desk called out. The large slave took a deep breath as two guards approached it, and each grabbed an arm. It was then led down the center of the room, around the desk, and through the door at the front. In the hall beyond, the slave could hear a cacophony of sounds. A stale, warm blast of air hit its naked body. Black curtains were hung in front, and where they parted, steps led up to a raised platform. Lights were shining from the ceiling, and they nearly blinded the slave as it was led onto the stage. As it emerged, E754 saw a podium to its left and beyond the stage it stood on, a large space that contained rows upon rows of chairs filled with men talking and gawking at it. The guards on either side led it forward to where a chain with a large hook was suspended from the ceiling. One of the guards grabbed the slave's wrists and looped the heavy chain that connected them over the hook, which then retracted towards the ceiling, causing the slave to be hoisted upward. The slave grunted as it felt its arms extend above its head and its body pulled up onto its tiptoes. It was now displayed like a slab of meat before the crowd. A man behind the podium on the stage then spoke. "Our next slave is E754!" the auctioneer announced. "This red-tagged slave is half Hispanic and Half Irish. Note the dense, muscled appearance, bronzed skin, and the fur that covers most of its body. It is a convicted criminal from West Texas and has severe attitude issues. However, as you can see, it is well-built and has an impressive set of balls." The slave was slowly spinning on the hook above it when it felt a metal probe on its ass. As one of the guards shoved it in, E754 screamed into its gag. When the electricity was applied to its prostate, its cock filled with blood and pulsed as it danced on its toes. A roar of surprise came from the crowd. "How about that, folks!" the auctioneer replied as the probe was removed and the slave's body tensed. "As you can see, it's the perfect breeding specimen. It has a high sex drive, hormone levels off the scale, and its loads are potent and virile. Who will start the bid at $4,000 for this bull?" E754 felt humiliated. As its body hung for the crowd, it bit down hard on the gag and pulled at the chains between its wrists. It was hot, and sweat was dripping down its hairy chest and hitting the floor below. Its muscles tensed and quivered, and it danced on its toes in frustration. It was almost brought to tears. It was infuriated that it was being objectified and treated with disrespect. The rage inside built with every second. "$9,750, folks!" the auctioneer shouted. "We have $9,750 as the current bid. We can go higher, folks! I assure you that you won't find a better specimen in the lot!" "10,000!" came a shout from the floor below. E754 looked down and into the audience. It could not distinguish who the voice belonged to, but it sounded familiar. "Ten thousand!' the auctioneer replied. "Amazing! Can we go higher?" The crowd murmured, but no other bids came in. "Ten thousand going once!" the auctioneer shouted. "Going twice! Sold!" The auctioneer banged a gavel on the podium, and then the chain that suspended E754 in the air was lowered till the slave was brought to its feet again, and its arms were allowed to fall. The two guards quickly reappeared on either side of the slave, and then it was spun around and brought across the stage and down another set of stairs. E754 was in a daze now. As its bare feet hit the concrete floor again, it was brought down several more corridors until it reached a cooler area that looked more industrial. Pipes and curtains were suspended from the ceiling, and the slave was brought over to one side of the room. There, it saw a line of slaves all suspended from a long pole by their wrists. "Face me!" the guard said as he lifted E754's arm and used a large rod with a hook on the end to loop the chain that connected the slave's wrists and then pull it into a metal carabineer attached to a pipe above. It was just high enough to keep the slave's arms above its head but still allowed it to stand on the floor. The slave was then directed down to stand next to another thinner slave. "Fuck you, bitch," E754 said in frustration into its gag. "Well, ain't that sweet," the guard replied with a smile as he lightly tapped the slave's face. "It is trying to talk back." E754 tried to lunge at the man, but it only managed to lose its balance and dance on its toes. "Have a good life as a slave," the guard said with a laugh as he turned and left. With all its might, E754 pulled until its body lifted from the ground. It tried to shift and move the chain between its wrists but it was latched tight to the pole above. There was no way to release it. In frustration, it let its body fall again and then turned to look at the slaves hanging next to it. They just looked back at it blankly. They were defeated and hung quietly. "Pussies," it thought. E754 hung on the pole for over thirty minutes, watching as the slaves that had been hung previously were taken away, and new ones were brought in and hung behind it. As each one was removed, the remaining slaves were slid down the pole by the guards. Like meat on a hook in a slaughterhouse, they were kept suspended until needed. Eventually, it was E754's turn to be removed. The slave was pushed down the line. It walked partially on the balls of its feet as the chains above kept it suspended. The guards helped it navigate several bends and twists in the rail system until it was brought to a holding area surrounded by curtains. The guards spun the slave until it faced a large covered glass window, then closed the curtains and left it alone. After a few minutes, light poured through the window that E754 faced as curtains parted in another adjacent room. The slave could see two figures beyond. One was a thin man dressed in slacks and a polo shirt. He was carrying an electronic pad. Beside him stood the large black man who had talked to E754 earlier in the day. A speaker was activated that allowed the slave to hear everything that was said in the other room. "Welcome!" said the thin man. "You must be Lewis!" "That's me," the larger man replied as he handed a small card to the thin man. The thin man took the card, placed it in a reader on his tablet, and brought up the sales information. Satisfied that the information was correct, they both turned to look at E754. "This is your slave," the thin man said. "An impressive specimen. I congratulate you on your purchase. You indicated you wanted modifications made. What do you have in mind?" Lewis smiled as he raised his voice so E754 could hear him clearly. "This slave is going to join my collection of milking bulls. I need a standard port implanted in its upper arm to access its circulatory system." "Very well," the thin man replied. "Go ahead and give it a treatment of Zirtran B," Louis said. "I want those testicles supercharged and ready when it is delivered." "We can do that," the thin man said as he typed on his pad. "It will take about a week, but the drug should make his balls ready to burst by the time you pick him up." "Also, I want the custom metal belt package with complete coverage," Lewis added. "Yes, we have that order from your previous purchase," the thin man said. "I will ensure it looks similar to your other purchases." "Excellent," Lewis replied. "And shave and dip him as well. I don't like the look of that beard or his body hair." "Always a good choice," the thin man said. "We will include the full bath and wash it after. And I see we have your brand on file. Will there be anything else?" "Nope," Lewis said as he moved towards the window separating him from E754. The large black man smiled as he tapped on the glass. "I'm looking forward to adding you to the stable." E754 sneered in response, and spit dripped from the outside of its gag and down the dark hair of his beard. "Your slave will be ready next Monday for pickup," the thin man said, extending his hand. "Thank you for shopping at the Texas Slave Market." Lewis turned and shook the man's hand as the window curtain closed, and E754 was left in the dim light of the waiting area. Several minutes passed before the curtains around the waiting area were opened again, and two men appeared. E754 was unhooked from the rod that it was hanging from and then directed down a corridor. The slave jerked its arms in an attempt to break free, but the two men had a vice grip on the slave. "Fuck!" E754 screamed as it dragged its feet in a last-ditch effort to rebel. "I have to admit this is one of the largest and strongest slaves we have had to process today, Jim," said one of the men. "Yeah, but that is what they pay us for, right, Leo?" said the other. The two men picked up and dragged the slave down to the end of the hallway and through a door on the left. Inside, the walls were painted white, and the floor was tiled. It was cool and sterile, and the smell of disinfectant hung in the air. To the right, a metal gurney had been prepped with clean linen and large leather straps attached to the sides. "Damn, look at the size of this one!" said a male nurse in medical scrubs. "We are gonna need your help with his legs, mate," Leo said to the nurse. "And watch it," added Jim. "It will probably try to kick you." The two men hoisted the upper body of the slave into the air as the nurse grabbed E754's large legs. As expected, the slave began to kick and thrash, and the nurse almost lost his balance as E754 was brought up and over to the bed and laid down. Instantly, Jim grabbed the leather straps and brought them over the chest of the slave and its arms and legs. He cinched the restraints as tight as possible. "There we go," Jim said with a huff as he stepped back and wiped his brow. "It's all yours now." "Thanks, guys," the nurse said as the two men smiled and left the room. E754 struggled on the gurney, but it was going nowhere. The nurse just smiled and prepped the slave's arm for an IV. After wiping the area with an alcohol swab, he quickly found the slave's vein and, with one swift movement, shoved the large bore needle in and strapped it in place. "There we go," the nurse said as he started a saline drip. "And now it is time to get you calmed down." E754 was nearly foaming at the mouth at this point. It seethed as it bit down hard on the gag in its mouth. It watched as the nurse turned and grabbed a pre-prepared syringe and injected it into a port in its IV line. A cool flush ran through the slave's veins, and instantly, it felt its head begin to spin. Seconds later, its body relaxed, and its breathing slowed. "That is much better!" the nurse said as he leaned over and unstrapped and removed the gag from the slave's mouth. Deep teeth marks could be seen in the hard rubber as the ball was pulled out. "Damn!" the nurse said as he put the gag to the side. "I rarely see slaves strong enough to pierce the material this is made of. But at least you are calmer now." E754 could comprehend everything happening around it, but it could not react. It was as if it was watching a film or movie. It felt as though it was floating inside its body. The nurse rubbed antiseptic over the slave's upper arm and then brought out a razor. After applying a cream, he carefully shaved the skin completely smooth from the dense body hair that covered it. He then wiped more antiseptic over the area and used an instrument that scanned and located the veins under the skin, which were marked with a sterile pen. "There we go!" the nurse said as he put the instruments away. "How are we coming in here?" said a doctor who entered the room. "Prepped and ready!" the nurse said. "Procedure?" the doctor asked. "Circulatory port implantation," the nurse replied. "The arm has been shaved, sanitized, and marked." "Excellent," the doctor said as he inspected E754's arm. "This won't take long at all. You can wheel him back." "Yes, Sir," the nurse said as he moved to the front of the gurney and unlocked the wheels. E754 looked above him and watched as the overhead lights passed by. It was pushed into another hallway and down into an operating room prepared for it. It was frigid in the room, and the slave's body hair stood on end. A large sheet was brought over E754's body, leaving the arm exposed, which was unstrapped and pulled out at an angle. "Push the sedative," the doctor said as other nurses moved around. Seconds later, E754's eyes snapped shut, and it lost consciousness. It was late in the evening before E754 woke again. It was still woozy, and it noticed that its naked body had been placed in a large medical bed. Its ankles and wrists had restraints on them that were tied to the bed frame. Curtains surrounded it, and it could still smell the disinfectant in the air. It looked at its right arm and noticed a silver metal implant attached to its skin. Two small ports extended out from it and were attached to tubing that ran up and into a machine next to the bed. A cloudy fluid was being pumped out of the machine and into its arm. "Fuck," E754 groaned. As the slave became more conscious, it quickly noticed that all the hair on its body was gone. It even felt the cool air on its clean-shaven face. It was as smooth as the day it had been born. Only the hair on its head remained, trimmed short in a crew-cut style. Around its waist, a large metal band had been installed with bolts in the front. A smaller silver band also encircled its neck, and it was engraved with its designation and the address of its new owner. Fresh tattoos were on its upper legs, lower arms, and neck, bearing its designation. E754 growled and pulled at its restaurants, causing the bed to squeak. As it moved, it felt pain centered around its left ass cheek. "Awake are we?" a blond-haired nurse said as he opened the curtain and entered the room. "What the fuck have you done to me?" E754 asked. The nurse smiled as he walked over to the bag containing fluids flowing into the slave. "Your operation was a success. We have implanted a port in your arm that will allow for the injection of drugs. While you were sedated, we shaved, bathed, and dipped you. The chemicals removed all of your body hair. It is not permanent, but I understand you will be given regular dips to keep you denuded and clean." "Fuck!" E754 growled. "And why does my ass hurt?" "Ahh," the nurse said. "Like all slaves, we branded your ass with the mark of your owner. It is a rather large brand that includes the head of a bull. It is a nice design and one that should be easily recognizable." "Mother fucker!" E754 screamed as it pulled at the restraints. "Now, you calm down," the nurse said firmly. "You might not be gagged anymore, and your electrical cock ring has been removed, but the doctors added something more permanent to keep you in line." E754 watched as the nurse reached over and put his hand on the back of the slave's neck. An implant has been inserted near your brain stem. It has been paired with a proximity sensor. The device will be triggered if you attempt to escape from this facility. It will cause you to become unconscious. After you leave here, your owner can alter this to cause instant death or paralysis as well if you leave a specified area. You are going to learn respect one way or the other. Nod, if you understand me." E754 grunted and shook its head, and the nurse smiled and stepped back. "What kind of drug are you pumping in me?" the slave asked. "Your owner will be regulating your hormones for the rest of your life using the port in your arm," the nurse replied. "The drug we are currently giving you will not only cause your testicles to enlarge significantly but will also make them produce more semen." "Fuck!" E754 screamed again. The nurse smiled. "You had impressive balls, to begin with, but after a week on this drug, they will be at least twice the size. That cute little heart birthmark you have on your sack will be more prominent." E754 growled in frustration as the nurse turned and grabbed the metal band that encircled the slave's waist. "What is that for?" E754 asked. "Your chastity cage," the nurse replied. "My what?" E754 shouted. "After you complete your treatment on the testicle growth serum, you will be fit with a custom chastity cage," the nurse replied. "It is a large metal pod that will encase your cock and balls and will attach to this band using the bolts in the front. Your owner does not want you touching your cock when you are not being milked." "Milked?" E754 asked. "You will find out about that soon enough," the nurse said. "But you will never be masturbating again." "Fuck!" E754 screamed again. "I think we better sedate you again," the nurse said as he pressed some buttons on the machine. "Your balls will be in a lot of pain as they grow in size. Sleep tight, slave." E754 was about to thrash again, but then it felt a cool flush over his body, and it lost consciousness again. Days passed. E754 was allowed to regain consciousness during feeding times, where it was allowed to drink specially prepared liquid nutritional shakes. But, at all other times, it was kept somewhere between the stage of wakefulness and sleep. The drugs pumping into its system quickly affected its balls. They slowly enlarged and hung lower in the slave's sack. The increased hormones also caused its cock to produce copious amounts of precum that flowed like a faucet at times. It also had nocturnal emissions, and the amount of cum it produced increased exponentially. The combinations of fluids required a special pad to be placed under his groin area, which had to be replaced often by the nursing staff to avoid a sticky mess. E754 was not allowed a proper orgasm. Only the involuntary emissions of its body were acceptable. Thus, the enlargement of the organs and the ache of blue balls combined to leave the slave in constant pain. E754 tried to bear it and act tough, but it welcomed the sedation to help it through. After seven days, the treatment had been completed. The drugs had been titrated down, and the pain in E754's groin subsided to a dull ache due to a lack of proper ejaculation. The slave had been given its morning nutritional fluids, and the blonde nurse tending after it was just cleaning up when the curtains at the foot of its bed parted, and a tall nurse appeared. "How is the slave doing today?" the tall nurse asked. "As well as can be expected," the blonde nurse replied. "It has been fed, and I wiped its genital area clean from its nighttime emissions." "Excellent," the tall nurse said as he placed a box on the bed beside the slave. "Is that the custom chastity cage?" the blonde nurse said. "Yup," the tall nurse replied. "I took measurements last night to ensure it was ready for its enhanced sack. It should be a perfect fit." E754 growled and trashed back and forth. The tall nurse moved to hold it down as the blonde nurse pulled out the large metal pod cage and placed it over the slave's groin. The shaft of its organ was pushed into a tube that ran inside the front of the device, and as the pod was brought down flush with the band around the slave's waist, the bolts in front slotted into place. The back part of the pod slipped between the slave's legs and snapped into place with the front piece. The slave could feel its cock encased in the cold steel, pointing it downward, over its balls. The device completely covered its entire groin, encasing its large testicles inside. The nurse used a special key to screw a bolt into place and then pulled on it after to ensure it was secure. "There we go," the tall nurse said as he let go of the slave and stood up. "Now you are all secure. When you need to piss, it will drain out of the bottom of the device." "Let me out of here, bastards!" E754 screamed. "Behave yourself!" the tall nurse commanded. "You will be leaving here in about an hour. I will gladly sedate you and have you wheeled out of here on a gurney, or you can leave on your own two feet. Which would you prefer?" E754 slammed its head back on the bed and growled. "I sure hope your owner knows what he is getting," the tall nurse said as he shook his head and left. The blonde nurse smiled and turned to the slave. "They will be coming for you soon. We give these to all of our slaves when their masters pick them up." The slave watched as the nurse opened a box to reveal two large pink rubber pieces. The nurse then moved down to the slave's feet and slid the custom footwear over them, pushing the toes and heel inside to make a tight fit. "There we go!" the nurse said. "Well, best of luck to you, E754." The slave watched as the man left, pulling the curtains shut. E754 looked down at the cold steel encasing its groin. It could hardly believe what was happening. "Fuck," E754 muttered to itself. Thirty minutes passed before the curtains parted again. This time, two guards appeared. They unstrapped the slave from the bed and lifted it to its feet. After lying down for a week, E754 was unsteady and did not fight back. However, the rubber soles on its feet provided some traction on the concrete floor. The guards put handcuffs on the slave and then helped it stumble down a hall lined with beds behind curtains until they reached another passage that led into a brightly lit area. As they continued, E754 saw the blinding brightness of the sun as they emerged onto the loading dock that it had arrived on only a week ago. In the open air, the enormous slave stood and closed its eyes. Its massive, muscled, naked body was devoid of hair, and its limbs were emblazoned with tattoos bearing its new name: E754. The silver band surrounding its neck also had its name engraved on it and glinted in the morning light. Its groin was encased in a large metal pod that was secured firmly to a band surrounding its waist. The device's size caused the slave to stand with its legs slightly spread. On its right ass cheek, the brand of a bull with large horns and the letters LWB were seared into its flesh. It was now processed and ready for its new life. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-12	Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2024 13:35:25 -0500 From: Slave Bear Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 12 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Chapter 12 In the small bathroom in the rear of Burt and Frank's barn, a form stood naked before a white porcelain sink. Water was cascading out of a beat-up faucet, and the sound of a straight razor being sharpened on an old piece of leather echoed in the air. C856 paused and looked at its reflection in the mirror before bringing the sharp implement to its face and running it through the shaving cream the slave had placed on its skin. The friction against the dark stubble on its cheeks emitted a scraping sound as the hairs cut away cleanly. In the decade since it had been bought and sold, C856 had always been up early to shave every morning. It was a habit that it had learned as a young free man, and it continued to practice the tradition as an owned slave to please its Master and Lord. Its deep green eyes stared back from the mirrored surface as it expertly drew the blade around its face, avoiding the short goatee that framed its mouth and chin. It threw water up to rinse the remains of the cream away. Its smooth face felt cool in the early morning air. Placing the razor back in its holder, the slave grabbed a small pair of scissors and neatly clipped the hair on its chin and across its upper lip so it was all the same length. C856 then adjusted its large metal septum piercing, ran its hands through the short hair on its head, and smiled. "You are looking extra sharp this morning, Cee," L024 said. C856 turned to the smaller slave and smiled. L024's face was wet, and its fur was matted. "Thanks, Cubby," C856 replied. "Looks like you were drinking Master's piss again." L024 blushed as it ran its hand through its beard. "And taking his load," L024 said. "I'm still not pleasing him, though. I've been here a little over two weeks, and I still am having trouble drinking all his piss without spilling it. He is becoming frustrated with me. Thank goodness my ass usually distracts him after." C856 leaned back against the sink and crossed its arms. Its massive shaft laid over its large balls, and L024 could not help but stare. "So, what are you going to do about that?" C856 asked with a smile. "I don't know," L024 said sheepishly. "I need a lot more practice, I guess." C856 saw the smaller slave staring at its cock, and it reached down and fondled its shaft and balls. "Do you want to start taking my piss, too?" "Seriously?" L024 stammered as it looked up. "Sure," C856 said. "You obviously need the practice, and I think Master would appreciate you finding every way you can to get it. Though I would suggest practicing with our Lord, too." "Oh, Master told me not to do that yet," L024 quickly replied. "He told me our Lord would whip me severely if I spilled even a drop of his piss. I have to wait till I am an expert before I offer to do so." "Well, do you want to try with me, then?" C856 asked. "So, you are serious?" L024 asked. "Sure, Cubby," C865 said, pushing off from the sink and standing before the slave. "I told you we are a team here. Your performance reflects on me and vice versa. We have to help each other." "Thanks, Cee," L024 said. "Well, I haven't taken a leak yet," C865 said. "Do you want to practice now?" "Umm, sure!" L024 said. "I've been wanting to touch your cock since I laid eyes on you!" C865 laughed. "I don't think our Master or Lord would like that without permission. But you can kneel and open your mouth, and I will piss into it. I have never done that before, but I have watched Master do it to you enough times to understand how it works." "Thanks, Cee," L024 said as it knelt before the large slave. The smaller slave was positioned directly in front of C856's massive testicles, and the shaft dangled just before its nose. It could smell the larger slave's musk, and L024 swooned. "Fuck, Cee," L024 groaned. "You smell so fucking nice. You are intoxicating." "Now pay attention, Cubby," C865 said with a smile. "You are doing this to help please our Master. I am just an instrument here to help you serve him better." "Sorry," L024 said as it took a deep breath and opened its mouth. C865 held its shaft between its fingers. The plump head emerged from its foreskin, and the slave pointed the organ directly at L024's mouth. "Now, I am not going to take it easy on you," C865 said. "Get ready for a full stream. Just like our Master expects of you." L024 nodded as C865 applied internal pressure to its bladder. Almost instantly, a dark stream of fluid shot out of its cock and landed directly in the back of L024's mouth. The sensation caused the smaller slave to gag and its eyes closed, causing piss to splash over it. "Open up wide and recover quick, Cubby!" C865 said. "You can do this! I'm not stopping." L024 opened its eyes, and its jaw fell again. It let the fluid build in its mouth and timed its swallows. It took a while, but it soon got the handle of the technique it needed to learn, though there was still piss dribbling out the side of its mouth. "Lean your head slightly back," C865 said as the stream arched into the air. "I think that might help with the dribble." "Ok," L024 gargled as it complied. Eventually, the smaller slave found an angle that allowed it to take the rest of the acrid stream. The sound of the fluid filling the slave's mouth echoed in the air. "What the hell is going on in here?" came the voice of F385 from the bathroom door. "I'm helping Cubby with its piss drinking so it can please our Master better," C865 said with pride. F385 rolled its eyes. "You are a weird one, Alpha," F385 said as it placed its towel on a peg on the wall and then hung the bag containing its plasticized testicles over it. "How are you feeling this morning, Nutless?" C865 asked. "My back hurts," the slave replied as it leaned into a cubicle and turned on the shower installed there. "I am still not used to sleeping in that damn cot. I miss a nice bed." C865 laughed as it looked down and checked to ensure L024 was still ok. Its stream had slowed, and the slave below stuck out its tongue to collect the last bits. "Very good, Cubby!" C865 said as it wiggled its cock and let a few final drops fall in the slave's mouth. "Now, next time, remember the angle you had your head in and don't forget to concentrate. You know that first shot of piss is going to be strong and tickle the back of your throat. Resist the urge to gag and close your eyes. I think that is the main problem you are having." "I know, Cee," L024 said as it licked its lips and burped. The stale, salty taste of C865's piss filled its nasal passages. It contorted its face and blinked several times as a result. C865 laughed. "You ok, Cubby?" "Yes, Cee!" L024 replied as it got off the ground and hugged the big slave. "Thank you so much, buddy. You are the best. Let's do that again next time you need to go. I need all the practice I can get." C865 ran its hands through the smaller slave's hair and smiled. "Anytime, Cubby. I'm here for ya. Now go get a mop and clean up the piss you missed on the floor." "Yes, Cee," L024 replied as it left the room. C865 turned and approached the shower stall, and looked inside. Water was cascading over F385. The slave was running soap through its head and over its face and shoulders slowly. It looked exhausted. "In all serious, Nutless, I was really asking about how you were doing," C856 said. "You've been dragging lately. Even in the gym in the afternoon, you are taking longer to work out." F385 looked at the slave and shook its head, letting the water splash. "I can't explain it, Alpha," F385 replied. "I just feel like my energy is gone. And I have been moody, too." "You?" C865 replied with a smile. "Moody? Shit, I would never have guessed!" "Yes, I know I am an asshole," F385 replied with a frown. "But I mean that I have been feeling depressed. I never feel depressed. Frustrated, sure, all the time. But never depressed." "It's probably the lack of testosterone," C865 replied. "Huh?" F385 asked as it continued to wash its body. "Your balls are gone," C865 said, pointing at the slave's bloated sack. "Those fake ones they installed in you aren't producing the hormone you need. I am sure that is making you moody and lethargic. I noticed you were run down the other day and asked Master about it. He told me that was likely the cause." F385 shut off the water and turned to its fellow slave. "So, what do I do?" "You get a shot of testosterone," C865 said, reaching over and handing the slave its towel. "Master said it was time for your first dose. You were given hormone blockers when you were sold to reduce your aggressiveness. Your body is out of wack." "So, that is what they did," F385 said as it dried off. "Do I need to do something special for Master to give it to me, Alpha Cee? Does he want me to beg you or him to fuck me or something?" C865 smiled as it crossed its arms over its chest and leaned against the wall. Behind him, L024 had returned with a bucket and mop and was cleaning the bathroom floor. "No, Nutless. Master gave me medication to give you. And you won't be getting fucked by me anymore. At least not for a while." "Oh, really?" F385 said, surprised. "Master told me he wanted me to stop masturbating and restrict my orgasms," C865 said. "Did you do something bad, Alpha?" F385 asked with a sly smile. "No," C865 said. "But Master commanded it, and I am obeying him." F385 rolled his eyes. "Oh!" C865 added, turning to L024. "I have some drugs for you, too, Cubby." "Me?" L024 asked as it paused its cleaning. "But I still have my balls!" "Your medication is not testosterone, Cubby," C865 replied with a laugh. "Master wants you on a special drug to keep your testicles and prostate supercharged. At least that is what he told me." "Oh, joy," L024 groaned. "As if permanent blue balls were not bad enough. Master hasn't let me orgasm since the first day I came here. I'm about to climb the walls, Cee. I am so fucking horny. And my balls... my fucking balls ache all the time. I swear, if my shaft had not been docked, I would have a permanent erection. I'm a mess every morning. Look how much I am dribbling!" L024 collected the precum that had pooled at the end of its circumcised head and held it out. "Just be glad you still have your balls inside your sack," F385 said as it picked up its plastic pouch containing its preserved testicles and hung it back over its head. "I promise you that having your balls hung around your neck is worse, psychologically. And look at these things they put in me!" F385 reached down to its sack and cupped it. The large neuticles inside looked enormous, and its useless shaft hung over them. "It is obscene looking!" "But what do you tell yourself?" C865 said to the large slave. F385 groaned as it rolled its eyes. It knew what its alpha slave wanted to hear and spoke slowly but frustratedly. "I am proud to serve my Master and my Lord. I am grateful they castrated me as it makes me a better slave. My balls are now a trophy to them and a warning to others that a slave's role is to serve and obey." C856 patted the large slave's shoulders as it passed by. "You are getting better at that, Nutless. You are correct. All three of us are permanent slaves. Our Master and our Lord own us, and we serve at their pleasure. We do what they want, and our bodies are theirs to use as they please." F385 let out a huff as it placed its towel around its neck. "Not exactly." "What do you mean?" C865 asked. "I don't see you with many modifications," F385 said, aggravated. "Other than that metal loop in your nose. You could pass for a freeman if you weren't branded and tattooed with your slave ID." "Well, I was a voluntary permanent slave," C865 replied. "My family might have sold me into slavery, but I chose the terms. That gave me the right to set some rules. I did not want any permanent modifications done to my body." "I wish they had told me I could have requested that," L024 said. "Before they circumcised my nub and removed my shaft, that is." "What is done is done, Cubby," C865 said. "Besides, you make Master happy with your body modified. That is what is most important. I make our Lord happy by the labor I provide for him. I make Master happy by obeying and assisting with his personal projects." "I've had enough of this," F385 growled. "I think I'm ready for you to give me that shot." C856 frowned disapprovingly. "At attention, slaves!" L024 immediately stood upright, and F385 sighed and did the same. C856 then spread its legs and put its hands behind its back in front of them. "What is our motto?" C856 asked firmly. "We live to serve!" all three slaves said in unison. "And who do we serve?" C856 asked. "Our Lord and our Master without question." "And for how long do we serve?" C856 asked. "Till the day we die or are sold," all three replied. "Good," C856 said with pride as it relaxed its stance. "Now, you two go into the kitchen. I'll grab the meds and meet you there." As the two newest slaves moved into the next room, C865 returned to its sleeping stall and picked up the pouch Frank had given it the night before. It opened it as it walked around to the kitchen and saw two vials of medication inside, packaged alcohol wipes, and several syringes. One vial was labeled testosterone, and the other was labeled Zirtran B. "What arm do they go in, Cee?" L024 asked from the chair it was sitting on at the kitchen table. C856 smiled. "I'm afraid it's not that kind of shot, Cubby." "I figured that would be the case," F385 growled as it put its arms on the table and turned to point its branded ass at the other large slave. "Ugh," L024 replied as it got up and bent over the table next to F385. C856 grabbed the vial for L024 first. Plunging one of the syringes in the top, it pulled out the dose Frank had told it to give. The fluid was cloudy but not thick. After removing the syringe, it tore open a small alcohol wipe packet and rubbed it over L024's upper ass cheek. "You ready, Cubby?" C856 asked. "I guess," L024 replied. "I hate needles." C865 quickly plunged the needle into the slave's fat and pushed the drug. "Fuck!" L024 shouted in response. "Don't move, Cubby!" C865 replied as it held the slave's waist with one hand, emptied the syringe, replaced the cap, and threw it in the trash. C865 gently rubbed the smaller slave's back and consoled it. "You did good." L024 sat up, rubbing its butt as C856 prepared F385's shot next. When the syringe was ready, C856 tore open another alcohol prep pad and wiped it over the large slave's ass in the same place as it had done for L024. The fluid in the syringe was thick, and it had to use a larger needle for the drug. As it shoved the syringe into the slave, F385 groaned but did not move. "You got this," C865 said as it applied pressure to get all the medication out of the syringe. When it was empty, C865 quickly removed the needle and threw it away. "All done, Nutless," C865 said. The large slave stood and rubbed its ass as it groaned. "Well, if that shit helps my mood, it will be worth the pain. How often do I have to get a shot, Alpha?" "Once a week," C865 said as it picked up the vial of Zirtran B again. "Do I get another dose?" L024 asked nervously when it saw C865 preparing another syringe. "Nope," C865 replied. "This one, I am afraid, is for me." "What?" both slaves replied. "Master has something special in store for you and me, Cubby," C865 replied. "To be honest, I don't know if I am thrilled or not about it. Especially after what I saw at the other barn." "What do you mean?" L024 replied. "Master will explain to you when it is time," C865 replied. "Nutless, can you inject this in me the same way I did to y`all?" "Not a problem," F385 replied as C865 bent over the table. "It's about time I get to use that ass." C865 smiled as it got into position. F385 wiped the skin to disinfect it with one of the alcohol wipes and then plunged the needle in deep. "Fuck," C865 said as its face contorted. "You were right, Cubby. That shit stings." "You should have felt mine," F385 said as it plunged the stopper on the syringe down. When it was empty, F385 recapped the syringe and tossed it away. "All done, Alpha Cee," F385 replied as it walked to the refrigerator for breakfast. C865 stood and rubbed its sore ass before grabbing the medication and syringes and closing the container they were in. "You know that stuff is what makes me leak like crazy and causes my balls to ache," L024 replied. "Oh, I know," C865 replied. "Master warned me I would get blue balls and a stiff erection from the stuff." "Can't you give me a hint as to what he has in store for us?" L024 asked. "What other barn did you see?" "Sorry, Cubby," C865 replied with a smile as he rubbed the slave's shoulder. "I have been instructed to remain silent on that matter. But Master did say that our Lord expected you in the house for a breeding as soon as you got your meds and had breakfast. So, you better get to eating. You know you don't want to make him wait." "Yes, Cee," L024 replied as it quickly walked over to prepare its breakfast. The late morning found C865 and F385 in the back field of the farm. F385 had a harness on its back, pulling a large plow across the sunbaked field. The boots it wore dug into the dirt as it growled and pulled forward. The blade on the plow dug deep and revealed the darker earth below. Behind it, C865 had another harness strapped to its back attached to a cart containing a large water container. The slave was applying seed to the furrows and watering as the blade in front progressed. Both slaves were covered in sweat, and their muscles bulged as they strained against the weight of the instruments they pulled. "I need a break!" F385 growled as it paused to catch its breath. C865 looked up as the plow stopped and halted its forward momentum before it ran over the implement. It then pulled the bandana from around its neck and wiped its brow. "I'll be glad for fall," C865 replied. "It has been a brutal summer." F385 pulled the harness from its neck and walked around to grab a water bottle attached to the plow's side. It squirted the cool liquid over its head before swallowing several gulps. It then looked over and saw C865 removing its harness and stretching. Its large balls were sitting low in its sack, and its nine-inch shaft was standing at attention obscenely in front of its body. F385 smiled. "You got quite a large divining rod bouncing before you, Alpha." C865 laughed as it looked down at its stiff shaft and reached down to grab some dirt and toss it at the other slave. F385 spun to the side as the soil flew by. "I don't think it will be leading me to any water, but that ass of yours has been looking mighty fine in front of me the past hour," C865 replied. "No more hole for you, Alpha," F385 said with a grin. "Besides, I thought you said you were straight." "I am," C865 replied. "When I was in college, I played on the football team. I was fucking a different girl every weekend. It was a fun time." F385 groaned as it felt its soft shaft. "God, what I wouldn't give to be able to get hard again and push deep into a nice warm, juicy pussy. I can almost feel it." "You are just punishing yourself thinking that way, Nutless," C856 replied. "It is better to focus on the here and now." "Fuck, Alpha Cee," F385 replied. "It is just hard. I am trying to adapt. I don't want to be whipped or altered again. But you don't know what it was like. I used to be the alpha. I used to be the one in charge and bedding any woman I wanted." "And now you are a slave with a useless cock and no balls," C856 replied. F385 looked up and growled. "I am just stating the obvious, Nutless," C856 said. "It took me a long time to adapt as well. I was sold into slavery by my family. I went from a college jock to a beast of burden in just a few weeks." "Do you hate your family for that?" F385 asked. "No," C856 replied. "They did what they had to do. I don't harbor any ill will towards them. And it was my idea to alter the contract to make it permanent, so they got more money from my sale." "I can't believe you did that," F385 said. "Why anyone would choose this life willingly is beyond me." C856 smiled. "Everyone has a different life experience. You had a lot going for you, and you chose to break the law and harm people. Do you regret that?" "What?" F385 asked. "The people you hurt," C856 replied. "The women you raped, to put it more bluntly. Are you sorry at all?" "If you had asked me that two weeks ago, I would have said no," F385 replied. "And now?" C856 asked. F385 kicked its boot into the dirt, frustrated. "I know I brought this on myself, and I harmed others. But there has to be a limit to the pain that I get as a result. No crime is worth having your balls removed and placed around your neck, Alpha! My manhood was taken from me!" "No," C856 replied. "You lost your manhood because of the choices you made." F385 let out a huff. C865 decided it was best to change the subject. "You look like you are feeling better," C865 said as it grabbed its water bottle and took a drink. "That shot made a world of difference," F385 replied as it felt its muscles and breathed deeply. "I feel like I got a rush of energy." "Good," C865 replied. "Be patient with me, Alpha," F385 said. "I can't leave my former life behind me easily. I need time." "I'm here for you, brother," C865 replied. "Just take it a day at a time." "Can I ask you an unrelated question," F385 said as it drank another gulp of water and closed the container. "Shoot," C865 said. "Wouldn't a tractor make this go a lot smoother?" F385 asked. C865 laughed out loud as it placed its water bottle back in its holster. "Sure. But Master wants you to learn a lesson. He wants you fully broken in as a slave before you are given the option to use the mechanical equipment. This manual tilling is hard on a slave's body, but if I give you high marks and you behave yourself, we may be able to switch to the tractor this fall." "I figured that was the case," F385 grumbled as it paused before putting the harness back over its head. "You may not believe it, but you are making progress," C865 replied. "I see it." "But this has got to be hard on you, too," F385 replied. "You didn't do anything wrong. Why should you be hauling this equipment around behind me?" "We are a team, Nutless," C865 replied. "When one of us misbehaves, we all suffer. But I am proud to serve my Master and Lord in any way they please. You are my brother slave. So, if you are told to pull the plow, I will be beside you to help you." F385 turned and watched as the slave behind it put its harness on, and its stiff cock bounced in front as a result. C865 was looking down at its shaft and could not help but laugh as it looked back at F385. "You know, you are right about this cock of mine," C865 replied. "It is definitely trying to divine something." F385 rolled its eyes, placed the harness on its shoulders, and took a breath before digging into the earth to continue moving forward. Inside the main house, Burt growled. He sat back on his sofa and sucked deeply on the cigar that was gripped tightly between his lips. His naked frame was covered in a sheen of sweat that made his chest hair matt and form patterns as his muscles twitched and undulated. His powerful legs were spread, and between them, L024 sat impaled on his thick, engorged cock. The man had a firm grip on the slave's sides. "Fuck!" Burt replied as he bit on the rolled tobacco. "I do love a tight ass." The man flexed his large feet and thrusted his hips up. L024 felt its insides split apart as the man's slab of meat moved deeper inside its ass. The exposed head of L024's tiny, docked nub poked out from its abdomen, and a glob of precum spurted out as its prostate was stimulated. It groaned as it balanced itself on its Lord's knees with its hands and its legs dangled in front. "This fucking fur is grossing me out, though!" Burt replied as he slapped the slave's side and thrusted again. "A sex slave should be smooth!" "Yes, Lord!" L024 cried out as it bounced up and down on the man's shaft, its head flying back and forth in time. "I will be happy to be shaved for you, Sir!" Burt thrusted hard and deep again, sending the slave briefly off its knees and into the air before it landed back on his crotch. "No, you are Frank's toy," Burt replied as he blew out a puff of smoke. "We agreed when you were purchased that he could decide your look. But damn, that boy has some weird tastes." L024 winced as it felt its ass stretch again. "Yes, Lord!" it called out. The slave had been riding its Lord's cock for nearly twenty minutes as the man enjoyed his cigar and worked out the large load deep in his balls. Burt fucked slower and more intensely than his nephew. The man valued the feeling of stretching and working his shaft into a slave, making sure the object appreciated every sensation of the event. L024 had learned quickly to expect to experience pain and discomfort but to limit its acknowledgment. Burt had no interest in hearing a slave, only using its body. "Remove yourself and worship my cock, boy!" Burt replied at last. "I don't want you making me cum too soon." L024 groaned to itself. It knew today would be a very long session. It pressed hard on the man's knees, feeling its ass lift and the shaft inside pull out inch by inch. When the head finally popped out, the slave gasped and fell forward to the ground. It then quickly spun around and put its arms behind its head as it had been instructed many times before. Using only its mouth, it took the stiff rod inside and felt as it crossed over its tongue and went down its throat. "Good, slave," Burt replied in his deep, gravelly voice as he placed his large hand on the back of the slave's head and pushed down. L024 felt the cock close off its windpipe as its skull was impaled further. It clinched its hands and fought off the panic of the gag reflex as its face was used for the man's pleasure. "Fuuuuuck," Burt growled again as he blew more smoke over his head and pulled his cock out, and then forced it back down inside the slave. "You do have a velvet throat, boy! At least that I approve of!" L024 grunted in response as spit fell from the sides of its mouth and its eyes watered. "I told you it was a good purchase!" came Frank's voice from the other side of the room. Burt opened his eyes and saw his nephew preparing to drop his pants. "Mind if I use the back hole while you use the front, Burt?" "Go for it, Nephew," Burt replied as he closed his eyes and continued to pull and push the skull over his shaft. L024 felt its Master's hands on its back as it was throat fucked. A hard spank told it to lift its ass into position as Frank crouched behind, stroking his shaft and pointing his cock at the intended target. He pushed forward without a sound, watching as his dickhead popped into the pre-stretched hole and slid deep. "Fuck, my toy is reamed out!" Frank replied. "That's because my thick cock has been pounding it!" Burt replied. "Your small thing will just have to do with what you got." Frank rolled his eyes as he gripped L024's waist and began to fuck. Burt liked to tease his nephew, but the boy was packing over six and a half inches with some decent girth. He was average but still impressive. Frank's dick might have been dwarfed by the older man's ten-inch cock that was beer can thick, but he knew what to do with it. L024 soon felt the pummeling of the younger man from behind as his skull was gripped and thrusted down on the slab of meat in front. "Fuck yeah!" Frank shouted as he moved back and forth on his crouched legs. Burt opened his eyes and looked at his nephew. The scrawny kid had energy, that was for sure. The ass of the slave was undulating at each impact of the boy's abdomen as his dick slammed deep inside. Frank had a death grip on the slave's side, and his upper body curled back as he bit his lip and enjoyed himself. "Yeah, fucker!" Frank shouted. "Take my cock. You know you need it, slave!" L024 could only grunt as it was assaulted. Burt rolled his eyes and smiled as he drew on the cigar and blew out a cloud that drifted over the young man fucking furiously. Frank breathed in the vapor and let the tobacco penetrate his tissues. He could taste the earthen flavor in his throat, and he felt his shaft pulse as his body flushed red. "That's a boy," Burt replied. "Use your slave well. Breed it deep." "Fuck!" Frank replied as Burt blew smoke over him again. "God, that smells good!" "That's a boy!" Burt growled as sweat formed on Frank's body, his skin formed goose pimples, and his hair stood on end. Frank's balls were now swinging hard and hitting the enlarged ones of his slave below. Like a punching bag, they bounced off, driving him near the edge. As his uncle blew smoke over him again, he knew he could not last much longer. "Oh, fuck!" Frank growled. "That's a boy," Burt replied as he pushed the slave between them deeper down on his cock. "Breed that pussy!" "Fuck!" Frank screamed as his shaft swelled, and a massive load of cum shot into the slave below. The boy nearly lost consciousness as the intensity of the orgasm crested. He pushed deep, clamped his thighs on the slave's ass, and gripped hard on L024's waist. "Good boy!" Burt replied as he blew smoke again. Frank breathed it in deep as he rode the wave. The vapors burned his nostrils, and he coughed as he felt the blood pumping through his cock. Another pulse of cum exploded from his loins as he dropped his head and gasped. "God damn!" Burt just smiled. "Thanks for lubing that pussy." Frank chuckled as he looked up at his uncle and winked at the man. He then slapped the slave's ass and slowly pulled out, letting his softening shaft fall forward. Burt hauled the slave's mouth off his cock. "Turn around and clean your Master's dick!" L024 was out of breath but quickly replied. "Yes, Sir!" The slave spun around and sucked in the softening shaft in front of its skull as Frank gasped and twitched. "Be careful, slave!" Frank said as he slapped the slave's mouth. "You know I am sensitive after I breed!" L024 slowed down and gently licked the shaft clean before dropping its head to the ground. As it did so, its ass popped up, and Burt looked down and saw the creamed hole. Popping his thumb into the dilated orifice, he felt the deposited load. He then pulled his thumb out and brought it to his mouth. "Not bad," Burt said. Frank laughed as he watched his uncle taste his seed. "But this slave needs a real man's cum in it," Burt added. "Turn around and ride me again!" Frank shook his head as he got to his feet and dressed. L024 was back in Burt's lap soon after, bouncing for another long session before its hole was filled again. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-4	Date: Tue, 9 May 2023 11:55:32 -0400 From: Slave Bear Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 4 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Chapter 4 Outside in the fields of the farm, C856 pulled a handkerchief from its right boot and wiped its brow. The air was shimmering from the intensity of the summer sun, and the heat had left its body covered in sweat. The slave stood six-foot-four inches tall and weighed two hundred eighty-five pounds. A former college football player, C856 had incredible strength in its bulk mass, and its large hands and feet gave it the necessary grip to focus it. A mix of Spanish and Irish genes provided the slave with darker skin that contrasted with its deep green eyes and brown hair with red highlights. A trimmed goatee framed its chiseled jaw, and a large silver septum ring hung above its lip. Its chest hair was dense between its pecs but thinned as the trail of fur ran down to its sizable package. The slave was unaltered and was packing two extra-large testicles that sat low in an ample, stretched, hairy sack. Draped over them was an impressive, thick, uncut cock that was four inches soft but could grow to nine inches long and seven inches around when aroused. "Fuck it is blazing out today," C856 groaned as it walked through a metal gate separating the pastures. Turning around, it saw a cloud of dust come up the driveway behind Frank's truck. It could make out a form in the passenger seat and another in a cage in the back. "Looks like Master picked up the new slaves today," C856 said with a smile. "I remember being in that truck for the first time with my Lord. It is hard to believe it has been so long since I came here." Chip Howell was twenty-two years old and living his best life before his world radically changed. The third oldest child of ten, he was the first in the family to go to college, and that was only because he had received a football scholarship to the local division two school. His father and uncle owned a large farm in Nebraska where they grew corn and soybeans, and everyone in both families worked in the fields as they barely scraped by and could not afford to own slaves. Many intense arguments occurred in the household when the young man decided to leave. But Chip eventually promised his family to return when school was not in session to help. On campus, Chip was a beast on and off the field. While he never had impressive scores or stats, he hit hard and had the spirit to keep going even though the team had a losing record every year of his career. When he was not playing ball, he was bedding a revolving door of women on campus and had made it through most of the local sorority houses by the time he was a senior. His good looks and sizable cock combined with incredible stamina made him quite the lady's man. However, when the last game was played in the fall, he had little hope of being selected for the NFL, and his grades were horrible. He only made it to his senior year thanks to the coach pulling some strings with some of the professors, and that benefit would not be available in his final semester. Thus, it was unsurprising that he returned home in January without a degree and no prospects for a future. The timing could not have been worse. The previous season's crop yield had been horrible, and the winter had forced both families to cut their budgets to the limit. There was not enough food to go around, and Chip's father, George, and his Uncle, Ted, had been spending long nights trying to make some hard choices. Chip was sitting in the family living room reading to his younger sister one night when his cousin came in to announce that a decision had been made. "Dad and George need to see you and me in the barn," Patrick said. Chip stopped what he was doing and looked over. Patrick was a month older than he was and built just as strong. They had been inseparable growing up. In grade school, they had always competed against each other in the locker room to see who could bench the most. While both had been offered athletic scholarships, Chip was the only one who accepted. Patrick refused to leave the family when needed and had harbored a grudge against his cousin for going for a long time, though they had recently reconciled. "What is going on?" Chip asked as he put the book down and stood up. "No clue," Patrick replied. "But they did not look happy." "They have been moody for over a month," Chip said. "But, given our troubles, I understand. Let's go." Patrick and Chip put on their heavy coats and shuffled across to the large barn behind the house. The snow was falling and had already covered the path they had shoveled not a few hours before. As their boots disappeared into the accumulating mass and the chilly air bit at his cheeks, Chip felt a feeling of dread overcome him. When the two opened the door to the barn, they saw that their fathers had placed a table between two stalls. Several empty bottles of cheap beer sat near a mass of paperwork, and the two were facing each other and arguing over one of the documents. The older men stopped what they were doing and looked at their sons before beckoning them over. "Take a seat, Chip," George said as he pulled a chair over. "You too, Patrick," Ted said as he did the same. When the two young men sat down, their fathers looked at each other and finished their beer before speaking. "Boys, we are in a lot of trouble here," George said. "Without an infusion of cash soon, we will not be able to feed the family or make the mortgage payments this winter." "I'll take some of the blame, George," Ted said. "We have been living near the edge for some time, and when the weather started drying out this past season, I should have taken some action." "It's not your fault," George said as he slammed his beer on the table. "I told you that. These things happen. I wish it had not come to this." "What's going on, Pops?" Patrick said. "We can't take out a loan, Son," Ted said sorrowfully. "George and I have been running the numbers and trying to find some other alternative, but we don't have any other choice. We will have to put two of the children into slavery." The blood on Chip's face drained away. "What?" "It is the only option," George said as he placed a hand on Chip's knee. "I have ten kids to support, and Ted has nine. The only way we will put food in your sisters and brothers' bellies is to put you two up for auction." "I'm sorry," Ted said as he looked at Patrick with tears in his eyes. "You two are both young and strong, and the local auction has told us you could bring in at least ten thousand dollars at a minimum after fees and taxes and double that with state-matching funds." Patrick was stunned. "That is the only option?" "Son, if there was any other way, believe me, we would have thought of it," Ted said. "Most of your brothers are too young, and girls are not allowed to be sold." "I did consider your older brother, Chip," George said. "But, you know I have come to rely on him the past few years to keep things together." "I know," Chip said. "He took up the slack for me when I left home for school. You made the only logical choice." "Fuck!" Patrick shouted as he stood up and walked away. "Patrick!" Ted shouted back as the young man exited the building. "Let him go," George said. "He needs to process it all. Lord knows we have had to do the same." "When?" Chip asked. "When do you want to sell us?" "The winter auction is in two weeks," George replied. "I know it is not long, but we need the money." "I know we do, Dad," Chip said. "It was stupid of me to leave the farm when I did. If I had stayed, maybe I could have helped avoid this." "Don't beat yourself up," Ted said. "I don't think it would have made much of a difference." "What do we need to do?" Chip asked. "We will break the news to your mother and aunt tonight," George said. "The paperwork is all filled out. You both will have to sign them in person when you arrive at the auction to show you are willingly going into this, though." "Will they modify us?" Chip asked. "I've seen the slaves that the Jones's have, and they have a lot of mods. I don't want to be castrated or enhanced in any way, Dad." Chip grabbed his groin and begged. "Please don't make them do that to me or Patrick." "There is a clause that allows families selling their children to opt out of extreme modifications," Ted said. "Both George and I agree we don't want you to suffer through those operations." "It means we take a little less of the cut of the profits, but we both agreed it was worth it," George said. "But we can't opt you two out of piercings or markings. You know that all slaves are tattooed and branded." "I understand," Chip said. "Plus, as a green tag, you two will only be put into slavery for a specified period," Ted said. "Of course, the longer the period, the more money you are worth. The state matches the sales price of slaves if they agree for longer periods. We need you both to agree to at least twenty years to make this worth it." "Fuck, Dad!" Chip groaned. "That is insane! It is such a long time." "I know it sounds like forever now, Son," George said. "But you'll be in your forties when you complete your contract and return to life as a citizen. That is still young enough to start a new life and have your own kids." "Fucking hell," Chip replied. George put his arm around his son and hugged him. "I better go and check on Patrick," Ted said. "I'll do it, Uncle Ted," Chip said as he stood slowly. "We both need some time to think about all this anyway." "I am sorry," George said, slumping in the chair. "I've failed you as a father." "No, Dad," Chip said. "Don't be like that. I don't blame you. Maybe this will be one way for me to make up for the past few years." His father put his head in his hands as Chip turned and walked out of the barn. Upon exiting, the young man saw his cousin, Patrick, shivering in the wintry night air and leaning against one of the barn supports. His breath was creating a cloud of vapor that lingered around his face. As Chip walked over and put his arm around his cousin, he could tell the young man was crying. "This is a shock," Chip said. "But we will be ok. I know you have the strength to endure this. We both do." "I know this needs to be done, but it fucking sucks," Patrick said as he leaned his head against his cousin's chest. "Fucking hell, Chip!" "I hear ya," Chip replied as he patted the young man's head. "I don't know if there is any way for us to stay together, but I will do my best to be there for you as long as possible." "Thanks, Chip," Patrick replied. The following two weeks were long and difficult for both families. It took much explaining to the younger children what was happening, and Patrick's mother went into a deep depression. However, everyone knew there was no other choice and accepted the decision. When the day came for the young men to leave, the two said their final goodbyes, bundled up, and trod out into the snow to meet a neighbor who agreed to drive them to the auction. As each young man hugged his parents and family for the last time, they tried to put on a brave face, but climbing into the back of the truck and driving away made things hit hard. "This is a noble thing you are doing," said Jose from the front seat. In the back portion of the cab, Chip nodded his head. "Thanks. I wish my stomach would calm down. I feel like I am going to be sick." "Same here," Patrick said. "And I wish we could have brought some things with us." "Slaves are not allowed possessions," Jose replied. "In fact, in most parts of the country, owners keep them naked. Of course, in colder climates like here, we allow jumpsuits in the winter, but you've seen my two on the farm. They have only what they need to survive and nothing more." "I don't know if I can be exposed like that," Patrick groaned. Jose laughed. "You two have exceptionally fine bodies. You should have nothing to be ashamed about." "Plus, you can finally show off that big package of yours," Chip said with a smile. Patrick rolled his eyes. "You aren't helping Chip. Plus, there isn't much use showing it off if I can't use it." "You never know," Chip said. "Someone might buy both of us to use as studs." Patrick couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, I just hope someone like you buys us, Mr. Sanchez," Patrick said. "You have always treated your slaves fairly." The two cousins said nothing more as the truck drove through the winter wonderland stretching around them. The snowstorm had passed, and the sun bounced off the drifts and brightened the morning, considerably contrasting with the young men's mood. The drive took over an hour, and when they reached the small town that was their destination, they saw the truck headed towards a large building on an old fairground. "Is that the auction house?" Chip asked. "It is," Jose said. "And we made good time." The truck pulled near the entrance, and the two young men could see that the wooden doors were latched closed. The parking lot was deserted, and it seemed eerily calm and quiet. "Is it open?" Patrick asked. Jose laughed. "Oh yes. Today is processing day. We are here a little early, but it is better that way. There is less of a rush. They will have the sales tomorrow." Jose turned off the engine, climbed out, and motioned for the two young men to follow him. As they complied, they watched their older neighbor walk to the doors and knock three times. Soon after, a latch was heard, and the door swung open to reveal a large, older man with a long white beard. "Yes?" "I have two slaves to deliver for sale," Jose said as he handed the man the young men's paperwork. The older man looked through the documents and then up at Patrick and Chip before smiling. "Ok, you two, come with me." "Yes, Sir," Chip said as he and Patrick walked forward. "I will part ways with you here, boys," Jose said. "I have things to attend to back at my farm. Behave yourselves and remember that good slaves always follow every order they are given. Hopefully, I will see you both again one day." "Thanks, Mr. Sanchez," the two young men replied as they walked inside, and the door closed behind them. The inside of the building was cavernous. The sound of men talking, the hum of the electric heaters and lights overhead, and the clanging of metal could be heard around them as they were led forward, left, and then into a large room. At the front was a desk, and the older man moved to sit behind it to review the young men's paperwork. "Which one of you is Patrick?" the older man asked. "I am, Sir," Patrick replied nervously. "Come over here, then," the older man said. "I need to witness your signature." Patrick walked over and saw where a large X had been placed at the bottom of the form. "Your parents have filled out everything already," the man said. "This is a standard contract for twenty years of slavery. You have opted out of extreme modification." "Yes, Sir," Patrick replied. "A twenty-year contract has a lower rate of return on a sale but should net your family with some cash given how strongly built you look." "Yes, Sir," Patrick replied. "Are there any changes that need to be made?" the man asked. "No, Sir," Patrick replied. "Then sign at the bottom and date it," the man said. Patrick looked at Chip and took a deep breath before signing the form. When he was done, the older man co-signed it and put a notary seal on the final page. He then collected the paperwork and reached into a box to pull out a green tag. After writing the number on the tag at the bottom of the top page of the document, he looked at the young man. "Your name and designation is now C689. Remember it and respond to it. Understood, slave?" "Yes, Sir," Patrick replied. The man pressed a red button on the table, and a blonde-haired technician appeared from a door behind him. "Slave C689 is ready for processing," the older man said. "Come with me, slave," the technician at the door said to Patrick. Patrick looked at Chip and waved. "Good luck." "You too," Chip said. Patrick smiled and followed the technician out of the room. The heavy door slammed behind them, and there was silence in the room as the man looked through the next stack of papers. "Are you Charles?" the man at the table asked. "I go by Chip, but yes, Sir," came the reply. "That is my name." "Come over here, then," the man said. A similar contract to what Patrick had signed was placed in front of the young man. "You heard how this goes," the man said. "I am required to inform you that your parents have filled out a standard contract for twenty years of slavery. You have opted out of extreme modification." "Yes, Sir," Patrick replied. "As I told the other slave, a twenty-year contract has a lower rate of return on a sale but still will be profitable." "What other options are there?" Chip asked. The older man looked at Chip inquisitively. He was not used to having that question asked of him at this point. He paused a moment before continuing. "Well, we have twenty-year, thirty-five-year, and permanent contracts," the man said. "And what is the rate of return on those?" Chip asked. "Seventy percent commission on a twenty-year, eighty-five percent on a thirty-five-year, and a permanent contract will give all proceeds to the family minus the state and government taxes and fees. Additionally, those contracts come with a matching payout from the state." "Matching?" Chip asked. "Yes," the older man said. "To encourage volunteer servitude for longer periods, the government will match the sales cost of a slave at a specified level and send it to the person listed as selling the slave. In this case, that would be your parents. The match rate is maxed out at three hundred percent for a permanent slave. So, if you are sold for eight thousand dollars, for instance, the state would contribute a matching fund of twenty-four thousand for a total of thirty-two thousand dollars that will be sent to your family, minus the taxes, of course. If you opt for a thirty-five-year contract, the commission match would be at two hundred percent, and a twenty-year contract is matched at one hundred percent." "Wow, that is a lot of money!" Chip replied. The man laughed. "Son, when I was young, before the second great depression, government reorganization, and the adoption of the North American Trade Dollar as currency, thirty-two thousand would only cover about six months of expenses for one person! But, yeah, in today's money, that amount is quite a tidy sum. Hell, I only make thirty grand a year, and I am living high on the hog. Still, most voluntary slaves don't want to give up their whole lives for even that amount, and I don't blame them." Chip paused and thought for a moment. He had seen the hardship his younger brothers, sisters, and cousins were dealing with and knew they needed help. He still felt it was partially his fault they were in the predicament they were facing because he left the farm and went to school. "Currently, your family chose the twenty-year contract," the man said. "If your sales price were eight thousand, as I had in the previous example, then the commission would be seventy percent, which is five thousand six hundred dollars. The state would match that at one hundred percent, and your family would be paid eleven thousand two hundred dollars. If you are interested in a thirty-five-year contract instead, I can work those numbers up." "It's ok, Sir," Chips said. "I've decided I would like to modify the contract to be permanent." "You would?" the older man said, surprised. "Yes, Sir," Chip replied. "Are you sure, boy?" the man said. "You are really young. There is no going back from this once a contract is signed. A permanent contract is permanent. The only way you can be released from it is if an owner pays the government to repatriate you, and I've never seen that happen." "I'm sure, Sir," Chip said. "Very well then," the man said. "Give me one moment to fill out some additional sections." Chip waited calmly as he watched the man change the information on the second page and initial additional areas on the third. When he was done, he asked the young man to step forward and sign on the bottom of the fourth and last page. "What prompted this change, if you don't mind me asking," the man said as Chip signed. "My family needs the money, Sir," Chip said as he put the pen down and stepped back. "My sisters and brothers are hungry, and I need to step up and help." "Good for you," the man said as he witnessed the paperwork, notarized it, and then grabbed another green tag from the box on the table. "I could not have done that at your age, but good for you. Your name and designation is now C856. Remember it and respond to it. Understood, slave?" "Yes, Sir," Chip replied. The man stood and stuck out his hand, and Chip grabbed it and shook it. The grip was firm, and the man smiled. "I'm proud of you, slave." The man released his grip and reached down to press the red button again. When the heavy metal door behind him opened again, the same technician that was there before appeared. The older man handed over Chip's paperwork and tag. "Slave C856 is ready for processing." "Follow me, slave," the technician said as Chip took a breath and walked through the door. The next room was a long, white hall with a floor-to-ceiling black window on the right side. On the ground, there were large gray squares aligned parallel to the glass wall. Young slaves stood completely naked in the room's last three squares. The one at the far end was a thin boy with chestnut brown hair. In the middle square was an average-sized young man that looked older and had blonde hair. It had its hands over its groin, hiding itself. In the square nearest C856, it saw its cousin. C689 looked scared to death and embarrassed to be nude. Its skin was flushed red, and it turned and looked away when it saw C856. The metal door behind Chip slammed shut and echoed in the room, scaring the young man. Like a booming announcement from the universe, Chip knew his life as a slave had begun. "Strip your clothes off C856 and stand in the box next to C689," the technician said as he pointed to the square next to C689. C856 nodded and removed its boots and socks before removing its coat, shirt, and pants. It was used to stripping down in the locker room with its teammates, but this was a completely distinct experience. This might be the last time it would have clothes of its own. When it got to its boxers, it paused momentarily and looked at C689. Its cousin was just as hung as it was but had slightly larger balls. C856 smiled as it slid its underwear down, letting its package flop out. Their fathers might not have had any business sense, but at least they had good genes. "I see we have two well-built and well-endowed slaves," the technician said as he collected C856's clothes and boots and shoved them through a door in the wall marked `trash'. C856 smiled. "Yes, Sir. We are cousins." "I didn't ask you to speak, slave," the technician snapped back. "From this point forward, you all are to remain quiet and obey any order you are given." C856 wiped its grin away and immediately faced the window and kept silent. Eventually, two more young men appeared and were placed in squares adjacent to C856. After they were stripped and their clothes were collected and disposed of, the technician walked back and forth in the hall while he spoke again. "Slaves, this is the processing area for the market. From here, you will be sent to be evaluated and categorized according to your characteristics and abilities. Your clothes and personal articles have been disposed of, and you stand here naked as the day you were born. Indeed, this is the first day of your new life. Obey your masters, and you will be treated fairly. Disobey, and you will be punished severely. Nod if you understand." The five young men nodded in the affirmative as they stared at their naked reflections in the dark glass panel before them. "You will find various categories of slaves in our facility. Those of you with strength, stamina, agility, or some combination of the three will be designated as `working stock'. Working stock slaves are primarily used for manual labor and are the most popular slaves sold. Those of you that are good-looking, slender, or have a background in cooking, music, or cleaning will be designated as `cultured'. Cultured slaves are primarily household servants. They maintain homes and see to their owners' domestic and entertainment needs. Slaves such as our two well-endowed cousins here can be designated as `breeding stock', assuming the tests on their sperm come back within certain parameters. Breeding stock slaves can be used as studs to produce seed that can be sold to medical clinics. Their owners share the proceeds of this product with the state, which uses its cut to cover the costs of the slave programs and other civil expenditures. Breeding stock can also be used to satisfy the sexual needs of their owners or the community, whether by using the slave's cock, mouth, ass, or all of the above." C689 and C856 turned to look at each other nervously when they heard about the sexual services. They were both straight, and neither had considered that using their ass or mouth would be a potential part of their enslavement. "Regardless of your designation, remember that your new owner will determine how you are used. If they want to put you in the fields and work you from sunup to sundown till your body collapses, you will accept it. If they want to dress you up and humiliate you as a servant, you will be compliant. If they want to milk you dry until your balls are on fire to sell your seed, you will allow it. If they want to strap you down and fuck your ass till you are raw, you will endure it. A slave's life is hard, but you are a valued commodity, so you will be well fed and taken care of if you perform your duties well." "When you leave here, you will be assigned a handler. That man will determine how you will be designated and perform tests on you as appropriate. You may also be listed with no designation if you do not meet any of the criteria. Neutral slaves are rare but can be used for niche uses by owners." "When you signed your slavery contracts, you were assigned a colored tag. This tag contains a barcode, a letter, and a number. It will be attached to your body and be a record of your identification for as long as you are a slave." The technician walked to the wall and grabbed a metal device. Approaching the first slave at the end of the hall, he loaded the tag inside it and placed the ends of the device around the cartilage of the young boy's right ear. Pressing the handle, the device made a loud clicking sound, and the boy squealed as the tag was permanently attached with a metal stud. The second slave was tagged next, and when C689 was tagged, C856 saw the slave jump and cry out. Preparing itself for the pain when its turn came next, it was surprised when the pinch was unpleasant but brief. It remembered injuries on the football field that were far worse. As the final two slaves were tagged, C856 looked at its reflection and the green tag in its ear. It reminded the slave of the tag cattle were given. "Does everyone know their new designation?" The slaves nodded, and the technician returned the tagging device to its holder on the wall. "We process blue and green tags in this part of the facility," the technician continued. "These are the tags that correspond to several types of voluntary servitude. For those of you with term contracts, your birth certificate will be stored in the state archives and replaced with your slave registration. When your term ends, your slave certificate will be rendered null and void, and your birth certificate will replace it. You will then be considered a free citizen again. For our permanent slaves, your life as a citizen is now over. Accordingly, a death certificate will be issued and sent to your family, and your slave certificate will become your legal document of existence. In all cases, your certificate will list your eventual owner as your guardian. They will own you. As of today, you have no legal rights. You are considered property that can be bought and sold. Is that understood, slaves?" The slaves nodded again, and the technician continued. "Red tag slaves have been convicted of crimes or have serious attitude issues. They are always permanently-contracted slaves. Security is extra tight around them as a result. You are to avoid red tags if you are ever placed near them. Yellow tags are normally less of a threat as they are often homeless individuals or illegal immigrants that have been caught multiple times. They usually have very short terms of slavery and are low risk. However, some can have undiagnosed mental or psychological conditions, so I would still avoid them for your own good." "That is the extent of your orientation. I want each of you to stand at attention and look forward at the dark, glass wall. Spread your feet, put your hands by your side, and pull your shoulders back. Your pictures will now be taken for our slave catalog." C856 took a breath and stood still as it looked forward into the opaque wall. After about a minute, the technician asked the slaves to turn, and pictures of their sides and back were taken. When they were done, the slaves were asked to face the middle of the room. The slave next to C689 tried to cover itself again, and the technician swatted its hands to its side. "Quit trying to be modest! You will be spending most of your life nude. Get used to it. If I see any of you trying to cover yourself again, you will be punished!" The technician stood in the middle of the room and paused a moment before continuing. "You are now officially slaves for sale. Stand where you are while I ensure the next area is ready for you." The technician turned and left the room, and C856 took the opportunity to look at its cousin. "Stay strong, Patrick," C856 said quietly. "You too, Chip," C689 replied. The door at the end of the room opened again, and the technician shouted. "Forward slaves!" The five slaves turned and began to move in a line. The door led into the open air of the facility, and they saw other slaves in chains with red tags on their ears being led in a different direction. Taking a right turn, they came around to row after row of cages, and inside were bound and nude slaves that had been processed for sale. C856 watched as each slave in front of it had a large ball gag shoved in its mouth and then strapped tightly around its head. Their hands and feet were then chained before they were placed into a cage that was then locked shut. When it was C689's turn, the handler pulled it aside and did the same to C856. "You two slaves are being moved to a different facility. Wait here for a moment." The two slaves nodded and watched as the handler continued down the line. "Where do you think we are going, Chip?" C689 whispered. "No clue," C856 replied quietly. "I'm not going to lie," C689 said. "I am about to shit myself. I am so scared." "Quiet!" came the voice of a man from behind them. A leather strap was brought down and hit C689's ass hard. The slave screamed and jumped into the air as its skin turned red from the impact. Immediately, the man that had beat it strapped a gag in its mouth and then turned to C856 to do the same. "This will shut you two up," the man said as he grabbed some chains and secured their arms and legs. "This way, slaves!" the man said as he walked down the line of cages. The two slaves trudged along the concrete floor. The dragging of their chains echoed in the hallway as they passed cage after cage of bound and shocked young men. They eventually turned and went through a large metal door that led outside and onto a loading dock. The frigid air immediately hit them as their bare feet touched the metal flooring. They began to shiver. "Don't worry, slaves," the man replied. "You two will only be here a moment. Your transport is right over there." C856 looked over and saw a large vehicle resembling a moving van. The back door was raised, and metal chairs were bolted to the floor on either side. Slaves had been secured in each one with their legs locked to the floor and the chains between their hands suspended to hooks above their heads. Another man similarly dressed to the man who had locked it in chains was writing something on a clipboard. When he was done, he approached C856 and C689 and nodded. "Follow me, slaves." The two slaves were brought to the van and secured in the last chairs next to the back door. Looking around, C856 could see twenty slaves in the back of the vehicle, including itself and its cousin. When the man was satisfied that all the merchandise was secure, he left the cargo area and closed the heavy metal door. There were no lights in the room other than the cracks of daylight around the back door. As the darkness enveloped C856's body, the gravity of the situation finally hit it. It was cool in the cargo area, but there was a movement of warm air that C856 could feel across its naked skin. Some of the other slaves were grunting, and one was crying. The sound of their chains clanging filled the room as the vehicle's engine started up, and the slaves were jolted to the side as it began to move. C856 took a deep breath and pulled on the chains over its head to adjust its position, preparing for the drive. The slave's journey bound in the back of the truck took almost fifteen hours. The vehicle stopped three times for fuel at a secure facility, and the slaves were let out to stretch their legs. A designated grassy area, similar to a dog run, had been created near the fueling stations, and it was here that the slaves could piss or squat to shit. But they were only given ten minutes before they were locked up and stored in the truck again. When the vehicle reached its final destination and came to a halt, the slaves were relieved. They could tell the air was dryer and warmer as the door opened. "Welcome to Texas, slaves," came the voice of a large cowboy with brown leather boots and a white hat. "As you are released from your seat, please step out onto the platform. You will be severely punished if you try to run or escape." C856 was released first, and as its chained hands came down, it felt the blood rush back in. After being suspended for so many hours, the feeling of pins and needles was unpleasant. It shuffled forward onto the concrete loading dock and over to the side where another man in a white coat was standing. C689 was released next, and it stumbled over to stand by its cousin as the other slaves followed. After they were all lined up, they were brought into a large metal building. C856's eyes widened as it entered the facility. It was much larger than the one back home, but as it approached the lines of cages, it saw that the slaves inside were stored similarly. When it reached an empty one, the large cowboy motioned for it to stop. C856 was pushed inside the cage, and its leg irons were locked into a bolt on the floor. "If I remove that gag are you going to cause trouble, boy?" the cowboy asked. C856 shook its head. "Good," the cowboy said as he reached around and unhooked the strap around the slave's head. "As big as you are, you look like you could do some damage even chained up." As the gag popped from the slave's mouth, it felt the soreness in its jaw. "Thank you, Sir," C856 said. "I didn't say speak, slave!" the cowboy replied as he slapped C856's face. "You will follow orders!" C856 shook its head and grunted in response. It was not expecting to be treated in such a manner. The cowboy motioned to an assistant who approached and handed the cowboy a pill and a bottle of water. "You will swallow this," the cowboy said, holding up the blue pill. "Is that understood?" C856 shook its head in the affirmative and opened its mouth. The pill was placed on its tongue, and it was given water to drink. After swallowing, the bottle was removed, and C856 was made to stick out its tongue and prove the pill had been consumed. When the man was satisfied, the gag was put back into its mouth, causing the slave to grunt in frustration. "Hush up!" the cowboy replied. "That gag is staying in your mouth till you are sold, so get used to it." "So, this is C856?" C856 looked toward the source of the voice and saw a large black man with bulging muscles in a tight T-shirt. He had a wad of tobacco in his lips and carried a clipboard. Below his waist, his package was barely contained within the denim of his jeans, and he had on large, shiny boots. "Yup," the cowboy replied. "Take a gander at the size of its balls and cock, Kelly. Have you ever seen a beast like this? And its frame! I bet it could bench press several hundred pounds, run a mile, and still have the energy to fuck a load in a bitch." Kelly laughed. "Are you talking about me or the slave?" The cowboy blushed. "It is impressive," Kelly said. "Hopefully, our tests prove it is virile. I will conditionally list it as both working and breeding stock." C856's eyes darted between the two men as its body was critiqued. "I always love those corn-fed slaves from Nebraska," the cowboy said as it closed and locked C856's cage. "They always bring in the top dollars." "Slave!" Kelly announced. "Look at me." C856 turned to look at the big man. "I am the night manager here. I want to welcome you to the Texas Slave Market! As stipulated in your contract, you will soon be entering a life of servitude and slavery to the person or persons who decide to purchase you. As a permanent slave, I have already processed your death certificate and sent a copy to your family. Your slave registration certificate is on file and will be signed over to your new owner tomorrow after the sales. Texas is part of the Slave Pact Agreement and, as such, will agree to match your sales price at three hundred percent, with the proceeds going to your family according to the contract terms. Nod if you understand, slave." C856 nodded. "Good. As I hope it was explained, you now have no legal rights. You are considered property. You are a commodity to be bought and sold. You will obey every command you are given or face the consequences. Is that understood?" C856 nodded again. "As potential breeding stock, we need to have you tested. The pill you just took will induce you to have an erection. Once you are ready, my assistant will photograph your genitals and collect your sperm for testing. Since you were traveling, you missed our normal feeding time, but the technicians will stop by later to bring you some water. The morning feeding is at eight. Your liquid nourishment will be hung on the bars of the front of your cage. The protruding metal tube on the feeding bag can be put in the hole in your gag to allow consumption. The auction starts in less than twelve hours at noon. If you need to piss or shit, do it in the cage. The drain in the floor will allow the removal of the liquid waste, and the handlers will come by periodically to hose you down and remove anything solid. You will sleep on the floor tonight, so try not to shit everywhere. Any questions, slave?" C856 shook its head no, and the two men smiled. "I wish all the slaves were this well-behaved," Kelly said. "Ok, let's go to the next one." As the men left, C856 closed its eyes and took a breath. It was almost too much to process. As it leaned against the bars, it looked around and saw all the slaves that had been gagged, bound, and registered. Most were curled on the concrete floor, trying to sleep. C689 had been placed in a cage across from C856. When the cowboy and black man were finished with it and had left, C856 knocked on the bars of its cage till its cousin looked over. C689 had tears in its eyes, and C856 felt horrible. The two stared at each other for some time, trying to communicate non-verbally, but eventually, they had to focus on their predicament. It did not take long for the drug in C856's system to take effect. Within fifteen minutes, the slave's cock had filled with blood and pointed out in front of it like a steel rod. The tissues had expanded to their fullest extent, and even the slave's balls started to ache. C856's foreskin had rolled back, exposing its thick head, and it glistened as precum trickled out and dripped onto the concrete floor below. C689's cock was also pulsing. Their similarities stood out as they stared at each other, naked and aroused. C856 had slightly darker skin, and C689 had more body hair, but physically they looked like brothers rather than cousins. Both had been blessed with enormous pricks, though C689's was thicker and longer. "I see you two are ready for collection," came the voice of a man in tan overalls carrying a steel pole with an attachment at the end in his right hand and a box in the other. C856 watched as the man propped the implement against the bars and placed the box on the floor. He then fiddled with a bundle of keys to find the right one to unlock C689's cage. As the door swung open, the man spoke. "Stand still, slave." The man grabbed a camera and focused on the engorged phallus on full display. After taking several close-up pictures of C689's balls, shaft, and cock from different angles, he stood, held up his hand, and spun his fingers in a circle "Turn around, C689! I want you to spread your legs, lean over, and support yourself on the bars across from you." The slave nervously complied, and C856 saw its cousin's hairy ass displayed as it bent over and held firmly onto the back of the cage for support. Its stance was not wide enough for the man's liking, so the man kicked at C689's feet till they were spread to the farthest maximum extent that the leg irons would allow. C689 almost lost its balance, but it bent over farther and held on to the bars tightly. Next, the man reached into the box and pulled out a small, square wrapper. Opening it with his teeth, the man removed a condom, got on his knees, and reached under C689. Unrolling it a few inches, he secured the condom around the head and shaft of the slave's thick cock, leaving a space at the end. He then stood up and grabbed the metal rod. Looking closer, C856 could see the end was flared and had an attachment that looked like a dildo. The man reached into the box and pulled out a small container. Flipping the top off with his thumb, he squeezed the plastic bottle, and a thick fluid spurted out onto the attachment. The man then smeared the lubrication around until the attachment glistened, and then he looked at the slave. "Now, don't move!" the man shouted, moving the pole down and lining it up with C689's ass. With a firm thrust, the man jabbed the implement up C689's hole, and the slave squealed into its gag. The dildo slid smoothly about five inches inside, and C689's big feet lifted upward, and its body tensed as a result. Simultaneously, the man pressed a button on the rod, and a mild electric shock was delivered directly into the slave's ass, stimulating its prostate. C689's cock reacted immediately. The shaft pulsed, and two shots of thick cum spurted out and filled the tip of the condom. Afterward, the man quickly removed the rod, and the slave gasped into its gag. The entire procedure took less than a few seconds, but C856 was left horrified. C689 relaxed its body and hung on the bars as the man leaned down and pulled the condom off the slave's still-hard cock. He then tied off the rubber and placed it in a sterile sample container before sealing it. As he collected his things, C689 could be heard crying. "Oh man up, slave," the man said. "You will get worse treatment in your life." The man closed the door to the cage and locked it as C689 slowly pulled its feet together and turned around. C856 saw the tears streaming down its cousin's face, and it tensed as the man turned and grinned. "Your turn now!" In the morning, C856 awoke to the sound of its liquid meal being hung on the bars. It had tried to hold it but had to shit in the night, and the stench of the pile in the corner had made it sick to its stomach. It was also sore from its sperm collection hours earlier. The electricity of the prod was unpleasant, but the forcing of the large pole up its ass was the most uncomfortable part of the collection process. It had wondered how people who liked being fucked in the ass could ever get used to it. As it stood, its stomach grumbled. It had not eaten anything in twenty-four hours, not since its last meal with its family. It pushed the metal tube into its gag and sucked down the fluids, and nearly turned green from the taste. It was acrid and vile, but it managed to swallow it all as it did not know when it would be fed again. An hour later, a crew came by to clean its cage and hose its body down so it would be presentable. The slave was wet and tired. It had not slept well at all. Its neighbor slave had cried all night, and the cramped conditions of the cage did not help matters. It had also lost contact with its cousin, who had been moved to a different part of the facility about an hour after their sperm collection. The first customers started arriving around ten in the morning. C856 soon found a stream of men of all shapes, sizes, and ages checking out its spec sheet and gawking at its body. It was apparently highly prized. It stood for most of the time as it was viewed but had just leaned against the bars to rest when a muscled, older bear of a man knocked on the cage. "So, you are a permanent green-tag slave, huh?" the man said. "C856 stood again and nodded at the man." "I see you are listed as working and breeding stock," the man replied. "Well, I need a slave to do the hard work on my farm. I don't have a breeding program, so I do not need a slave's sex drive or sperm. That being said, as long as the slave is obedient, I will allow it to masturbate on its own time privately. I have a whip and am prepared to break in a red tag, but I prefer a slave committed from day one. Are you obedient and ready to work?" C856 nodded yes. "Then maybe we will see each other later," the man said as he tipped his hat. "My name is Burt. But should I buy you, you will call me Lord." C856 wiped its head again with the handkerchief as its mind returned to the present. The memories of its first day as a slave were just as vivid now as they had been almost a decade ago. Its Lord had purchased it for ten thousand dollars at the auction, and nearly forty thousand dollars had been sent home to its former family. Its owner had modified it with a large septum ring, and it bore the man's brand on its ass and the tattoo of its slave number on its limbs, but otherwise, its body had not changed much. Getting used to never wearing clothes took some time, though it was allowed to wear working boots and a large-brimmed hat to keep the sun off its neck and face. It quickly learned the farm routine and bonded with the cattle and pigs. Burt had a fully stocked gym in the back of a building behind the main house, and C856 worked out daily in it after a long day in the fields. Its muscle mass and core strength had increased, and there was very little it could not accomplish. It missed its home and its family, but it had adapted. It was granted time on its own in the evenings to wander the fields and even was allowed to have alcohol on special occasions such as its purchase day and holidays. The only thing it truly missed was fucking a hot piece of tail. But it also wondered what had happened to its cousin. "Well, I better go and get my workout in before I meet my new slave brothers," C856 replied. "This is going to be an interesting evening." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-9	Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2023 17:14:56 -0400 From: Slave Bear Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 9 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Chapter 9 A buzzer sounded, and Ralph Bagwell cracked his eyes open. His massive body was sagging on the bottom mattress of a metal bunk bed. The frame squeaked as he yawned and moved his hand over his boxers to rub his crotch. He had only been incarcerated for less than a month and was already fed up with the uncomfortable bed and the stale heat in his concrete cell. Fortunately, he didn't mind the smell of his natural musk. The one bright spot was he had been given a submissive cellmate. Ralph had exclusively been interested in women on the outside, but behind bars, you made do with what you had. His high sex drive needed to be sated, and his huge balls got sore quickly if he did not empty them regularly. "I'm awake, Bitch!" Ralph growled as he reached up and punched the bed above him forcefully. "Get your ass down here!" The mattress over his head shifted immediately, and a young, thin, pale boy, barely eighteen, quickly jumped down and knelt. Ralph sat up and hauled his tree trunk legs around to hang off the bed. As his bare feet hit the ground, he looked down and smiled as he scratched the dense bush of hair in his crotch. "Open up," Ralph said as the young boy complied. "I need to piss." Ralph let go a stream of dark yellow fluid from his girthy but soft member. It filled the boy's mouth, and he nearly gagged. This was the lad's morning ritual now. Even after several weeks, he was not used to the acrid taste. He knew not to spill much. Ralph would beat his ass raw if he did. He gulped as fast as he could to keep up with the demands of the large man towering over him. The boy pushed his head forward when the stream slowed and suckled the last few drops away. Ralph closed his eyes as he reached forward and grabbed the boy's shaved head. His large paws curled around the skull. Pulling back, the larger man felt his swelling cock push down the warm, silky throat. "That's my little girl," Ralph moaned as his dark, hairy legs spread apart, and he began to push in and out. "You like daddy's cock, don't you?" The boy below him grunted as his throat stretched. Ralph's cock was thick and long when fully engorged once the blood started pouring in. The massive sack that hung underneath contained testicles larger than hen eggs and their mass slapped at the boy's chin. Ralph was not gentle when he fucked, whether that was a pussy, throat, or ass. It did not take him long to start thrusting deep inside the boy. His cock head emerged from his tight foreskin, and precum spurted out. He listened with satisfaction as the sounds of gagging and gasps for breath could be heard below. "Take my cock, Bitch!" Ralph shouted as he slapped the boy's face and fucked harder. "Be glad you are just mine. I could always loan you out to the rest of the crew here!" The boy was turning blue as his throat was plugged and stretched by the massive slab of meat. Spit streamed down his face, and tears fell from his eyes. Above him, he looked at the man who was now his master. Ralph was half Mexican and half Irish. His skin had a bronzed tone, and he was covered in course, dense hair from head to foot. His frame was massive and muscled. He could easily break a man in two with little effort. He broke an inmate's arm on his first day when the man grabbed at his ass. After that day, no one fucked with him. The boy felt the impact of the huge, heavy, musky orbs as they swung back and forth and hit his chin. Ralph had his head leaned back. He was in his own world, imagining he was smoking a joint and using one of his regular hookers in his former life. The boy on the floor sat on his hands. His smaller, thin cock was at full mast and dripping, but he knew better than to touch it. He was never allowed to touch his cock. Only his master's cock was to be used for pleasure. As the cum built-in Ralph's balls, his feet curled, and the hair on his chest bristled. The boy looked up and grunted. He knew what the reaction meant and prepared himself. "FUCK!" Ralph growled with a bearish, deep voice that resonated in the room. The boy was pulled hard against Ralph's crotch. As the cock shoved deep, warm cum flooded the lad's mouth, and some of it shot through his nose as it drained down his throat. Ralph pounded the skull in his grip as he rode the orgasm to a conclusion. As it crested, he wiggled his hairy toes and grunted twice as his body heaved. He released the boy's head and leaned back. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see the boy's face. Cum dribbled out of the lad's nose and the edges of his mouth. "Clean my cock and then yourself, Bitch!" Ralph replied. "Yes, Master," the boy replied as he moved to pull the softening shaft into his mouth. "Don't waste any of that alpha seed," Ralph said. "Never, Master," the boy said as he lifted the larger man's shaft and gave each giant orb a tongue bath before leaning back and licking his own face clean. "What a pussy," Ralph said as he lifted his large foot and pushed on the boy. His cellmate fell backward. The smaller, stiff cock bounced, and precum flew into the air. Ralph laughed. "Swallowing cum turns you on, doesn't it, little girl?" "Yes, Sir," the boy replied as he remained on his back. "Well, I don't like the look of that hard nub!" Ralph replied as he leaned over and slapped the boy's balls. The young man groaned as his legs instinctively closed to protect his manhood. "Don't you hide from me!" Ralph growled as he forced the boy's legs open and punched the exposed balls again. The young man was crying as his cock deflated. "That's better," Ralph said as he stood over the boy. Spreading his two largest toes, he gripped the softened organ and pressed down on it. The boy grunted as he felt the weight on his abdomen and sore crotch. "When did you cum last?" "Last week, Sir," the boy grunted in pain. "I had a wet dream." "Oh, did you?" Ralph asked as he applied more pressure. "Who gave you that permission?" "No one, Sir," the boy cried out. "It was involuntary. I had not cum in over a month. It just came out." Ralph pushed harder and held the pressure. His heel angled down, shoving the testicles back inside the boy's body. "Your body is defying me, bitch. The next time you cum without permission, I'll castrate you." "Yes, Sir," the boy groaned. Ralph laughed as he pulled his foot up and stepped over the boy. Grabbing a towel from the sink, he walked to the side of the room, pausing before a large metal door. "I'm gonna fuck you after lunch. Make sure your pussy is ready." "Yes, Master," the boy replied. A buzzer sounded, and the lock on the door disengaged. It was 6 am. Ralph placed the towel around his neck as the metal door slid open. As he stepped out onto the concrete balcony in front of his cell naked, his cellmate slowly got off the floor and followed him out. The two stood side by side as the guards below started roll call. Afterward, the boy spoke. "May I bathe today, Sir?" "No," Ralph replied without even looking at him. "But you can make my bed. And lick the toilet bowl clean, too. I want it sparkling when I return." "Yes, Sir," the boy said, disappointed, as he returned to the cell. Ralph walked down the line of cells and descended a staircase. The cell block had four levels that surrounded a center room. On the ground floor, a door on one side led to the communal toilets and sinks, and across from it was one that led to the showers. That was Ralph's destination. There was no privacy. Fifteen shower heads protruded from three walls of a large concrete room with several drains. As the large man strutted in, his drained cock and balls swayed in front. He could see the steam had already started to form in the air. Ralph always used the first head on the left, and as he made his way over to it, most of the other prisoners in the room moved away. They knew better than to mess with the big man. However, one man remained. The one using Ralph's shower. Ralph stopped as he saw the man. This was the new inmate that had arrived the day before. He was about as tall as Ralph but not nearly as built. He was covered in tattoos and gang symbols, but that did not intimidate the larger man in the least. "That's my shower, hoss," Ralph said in a deep, authoritative voice. The man in the shower looked over and scoffed. "Fuck you, man. I was here first." Ralph's eyes narrowed as he held out the towel from his body. Another prisoner quickly moved to grab it for him as Ralph cracked his knuckles and then placed his fist squarely in his other hand. "You are new here, so I will let this slide once," Ralph replied as he pounded his fist into his other hand. "But I am the top male on the cell block. My word is law. You better not challenge me." The tattooed man just smiled as he held his hands up and gave two middle fingers to the beast of a man. "White power, asshole." Ralph's eyes turned red. His shoulders bulged as his body flung forward. Before the tattooed man could react, Ralph had one hand gripped around his throat and his body pinned to the wall. The man's feet were lifted from the ground. The man was shocked, and with no other way to defend himself, he kicked hard. The impact slammed into Ralph's body, but he barely flinched as his hand slowly closed. He could feel the man's throat as it was being crushed. The warm blood was pulsing through the constricted veins. He saw the vessels in the man's eyes as they turned red. The tattooed man's face turned pale. "I'll show you what I do with pathetic racist bastards!" Ralph screamed. "I'm gonna tear that head from your body and fuck a load into your lifeless skull!" Ralph had lost control yet again. His temper had always gotten him into trouble. His eyes focused on the man before him, who had stopped flailing and now realized his life was over. As the seconds to the end crept closer, voices screamed out from behind. "Drop him!" Ralph did not react. His hand squeezed tighter and tighter. "Drop him now, Bagwell!" came a louder voice. Ralph could feel the blood in the inmate's throat had stopped pulsing. With satisfaction, he began to twist, anticipating the telltale crack of the man's neck, but a sharp pain hit his back before he could. Soon, two more needle-like barbs followed, and then a surge of electricity. Ralph's body jerked. A loud, deep, guttural scream emerged from his mouth. His grip relaxed, and the tattooed man fell into a slump, but Ralph remained standing. A third guard moved forward and applied another taser before the large man finally fell to the ground with a massive thud. As Ralph's hands were pulled behind him and tied, the guards attended to the barely breathing tattooed man. Ralph blacked out after that. When his eyes opened again, Ralph was dressed in orange prison-issued clothes with his hands secured behind him and his legs bound in chains. He was in a small, pitch-black, hot room with no windows. The floor didn't even provide relief. He recognized the surroundings instantly. "The hole, eh?" Ralph replied as he cracked his neck and took a deep breath. "It won't save that bitch. I'm gonna end that white cracker's life as soon as I am out of here." Just as he had stopped talking to himself, the lights above him came on at full intensity. Ralph shut his eyes and groaned. "Fuck, man!" Ralph screamed. The door opened, and four large guards entered the room with their batons drawn. Ralph remained on his knees as they grabbed him and hauled him up. His body was forced forward and down a long hall. When he reached the room at the end, he saw the warden staring back at him. Ralph had been in trouble numerous times before, so he thought he knew the drill. "You will be happy to know that the prisoner you assaulted will recover fully," the warden said. "Otherwise, you might be looking at murder charges, inmate." "Racist bastard deserved to die," Ralph growled back. "And he will." "Ralph Bagwell," the warden replied firmly. "I have a strict three strikes and you are out law in my prison. You may think you are the top dog around here, but I assure you that even your ass can be tamed." "Keep deluding yourself, old man," Ralph said with a smile. The warden just stared. "Given your crimes and attitude issues, the state has decided you would better serve the community as a permanent slave for the rest of your life. You will, therefore, be taken from this place and transported to a slave auction. There, you will be sold. Your proceeds will be matched by the state and distributed to the victims you have harmed." Ralph's arms and legs bulged as he shot forward. The guards holding him were prepared, however, and held him fast. "Asshole!" Ralph screamed. "I'll rip out your throat next!" The warden laughed. "You will learn respect one way or another, you piece of shit. Guards! Take him away!" Ralph was picked up as he kicked and screamed. However, the warden had recruited the largest guards to handle the large man, so it did him no good. The guards quickly escorted the prisoner down a hall and through two large metal doors till they came to a loading dock. There, he was bound in heavier chains. Ralph stared in horror as another guard approached him, smiling with a large knife. In smooth, quick movements, the clothes on his body were stripped away, and he stood naked on the concrete floor. His tattered clothes were tossed in a trash bin as Ralph was then led over to a van filled with other slaves that were on their way to be processed. A ball gag was shoved in his mouth before being locked around his head. His thick arms were lifted and secured above him, and his waist and legs were attached to restraints in the seat. Ralph was furious. He screamed, and spit shot from the sides of the gag as the guards patted his face and smiled. "Have fun as a slave, bitch," one said. "I just wish I could be there when they break you." "Maybe they will turn you into a pussy to be bred," said another. "I would pay to see that." Ralph's eyes turned red as the guards walked out of the van. When the metal door came down, darkness enveloped the men inside. The process had only taken minutes, and Ralph was in a daze. It was warm, and the stench of the sweat and musk of the men inside soon permeated the space. The truck lurched forward, and the chains that held the slaves in place swung and jingled. Several of the men around him were sobbing and crying. Others were yanking on the chains above their heads in vain. Ralph just bit down on the gag and fumed. The prisoners remained in the truck for an hour before they reached their next destination. When the door opened, a young, skinny boy was marched in and secured across from him. It was the last stop before the truck made its way south. The kid looked scared to death, pale, and covered with scratches and tattoos. Ralph could hear the boy piss himself about an hour into the ride, and the larger man was nearly sick from the smell of urine after an entire day in the Texas heat. When the vehicle came to a stop for the last time and the doors opened again, Ralph was almost relieved. "Pull every slave out but that big one," one of the men said as they entered the back of the vehicle. "We were warned it is violent." Ralph smiled and watched their every move. "You better fucking believe it," he thought to himself. "I'm going to paint the ground with your blood." Ten slaves had been delivered to the Texas Slave Market holding facility. Although auctions were only held twice a year in the main building, red-tagged slaves were processed year-round and were sold in private sales on the first of every month. Once everyone but Ralph had been lined up, a man called Saul appeared and welcomed them. Each slave had their ear pierced with an identification tag while the man walked over to look in the truck. "We have been preparing for your arrival," Saul said to Ralph. "Violent criminals like you are processed here all the time. Don't get any ideas." Ralph's eyes squinted, and his body tensed. He lunged forward as much as the chains holding him in place would allow. Saul just laughed. "I was told you weren't too bright," Saul said. "Hey, Jerry, bring over the box of control rings." A younger man had been fitting what looked like cock rings around all the slaves. When he was done, he walked over carrying the metal container they came in. Saul reached into the box and pulled out one of the biggest ones he could find. Looking down at Ralph's exposed crotch, he smiled. "You have one of the largest sets of balls I have ever seen on a slave." Ralph watched as Saul bent between his chained and spread legs and lifted his heavy sack and testicles. "I like the birthmark on your sack, too," Saul said. "It looks like a cute little heart." Ralph grunted and lunged again as Saul laughed and slipped one of the rings over the slave's cock and balls. It was a tight fit, and as it slid and locked into place, Ralph could feel his shaft engorging. "Excellent," Saul said as he stood up and turned to the line of slaves behind him. "I want you all to look at this slave here. The rings that each of you have installed around your cock and balls are there to enhance and show them off. Some of you will be sold as breeding stock, after all. But the main purpose is control. This will happen to you if you misbehave or disobey a command." Saul turned his hand and pressed the screen on his watch. Instantly, a large jolt of electricity shot into Ralph's groin. The slave's eyes widened, and he screamed into the gag. The pain was intense. It felt as though he was being kicked in the testicles repeatedly. His arms, still chained above his head, tensed as he yanked down hard. His legs shook, and he bit down hard on the gag for a full second before the shock stopped. "That was level one," Saul said as he stopped the shock. "It goes to level ten. If you cause trouble, you will experience more pain than you can possibly imagine." Saul looked at Ralph. The slave was covered in sweat and was glaring at him. Saul just smiled and pressed another button on his watch. This time, the shock that gripped Ralph's balls was even more intense. His entire body shook for two seconds. He felt as though someone was driving a knife into his gut. "That was level three," Saul said to Ralph loudly. "Shall we go to level five, slave?" Ralph felt spit dripping out from the corner of his gag. Saul moved his finger near his watch again, and the slave panicked. Ralph let out a muffled scream and shook his head, begging for mercy. "So, you understand?" Saul asked. Ralph nodded his head quickly in the affirmative. "Good," Saul replied. "Maybe you aren't as stupid as they say. Guards! You can unlock him now. If he gives the slightest indication of trying to do anything, hit him with a level-seven shock. He will probably pass out and get a burn on his balls, but we can deal with that later." Two uniformed men walked over to the seated Ralph, and the slave grunted as its arms were released from their bindings and fell after hours of suspension. The feeling of pins and needles came next as the nerves fired and the blood circulation returned. When the chains were released from the floor, the two men grabbed either side of the large man and hoisted him to his feet. Ralph grunted as he was led forward and behind the row of slaves that had already been processed. "Stand still," one of the guards said as a technician approached Ralph's right side. Reaching up with a metal device, the slave felt a tinge of pain as a red plastic tag was permanently attached to his ear. "Your designation is now E754, slave," the technician replied. "Remember that." E754 clenched its fists but remained still. It saw the watches on the guards and knew what would happen to its groin if it made any sudden moves. "Forward, slaves!" A guard said at the front of the line. E754 watched as the line of naked men walked forward, taking up the rear position as they entered a metal building. After passing through two hallways, they emerged inside the facility next to lines of metal cages, each about five feet square in size. There were already men of various shapes and sizes in the first several cells, but halfway down the line, empty ones appeared, and the new arrivals were lined up in front of them. Saul walked down the line and addressed them. "Welcome to the Texas Slave Market! Each of you has been marked with an identification tag that contains your registration and bar code. That is how you will be identified and tracked from now on. You are no longer men. You are now property that can be bought and sold. Your former life is over. Death certificates have been filed and registered with the state for each of you. Your slave registration certificate will be processed when you are sold. You slaves have been sent here as red tags to live a lifetime of bondage. There is no parole and no reprieve. You will die as a slave, but the quality of that life is in your hands. Serve well, and you will be treated well. Serve poorly, and you will be treated the same." As Saul walked down the line, E754 saw a technician appear next to it. "I am going to remove the gag from your mouth, slave," the man said. "If you make any threatening move, the guard next to me will shock you. Do you understand?" E754 looked over at the grinning guard next to the technician. The guard had his hand on his watch. His finger was ready to deliver punishment. Looking back at the technician, E754 nodded in the affirmative. As the gag was removed, spit fell from E754's mouth, and it felt the pain in its jaw. The technician used both hands to force the slave's jaw open as he inspected the teeth of the slave and its gums. "Stick out your tongue, slave," the technician said as he continued to inspect. E754 complied. "No evidence of periodontal issues," the technician said as he reached into his pocket and put a pill on the slave's tongue. The technician held up a bottle of water and squirted it into the mouth of the slave. "Swallow." E754 gulped, and the drug disappeared down its throat along with a few more squirts of water before the technician produced the gag again. "Open." E754 had no intention of putting the gag on again. "I won't repeat myself," the technician said. The guard moved his finger to the screen on his wrist as E754 grunted and opened wide. The technician forced the gag into the slave's mouth again and then secured it behind the slave's head tightly. He then moved away and proceeded to the next slave in the line. After all the slaves had been inspected and fed the drug, Saul spoke again. "We are lucky that most of you show potential as breeding stock. However, we need to have you tested. The pill you just took will induce you to have an erection. Once you are ready, my assistant will photograph your genitals, measure their dimensions, and collect your sperm for testing. Afterward, you will be fed. Your liquid nourishment will be hung on the bars of the front of your cage. The protruding metal tube on the feeding bag can be put in the hole in your gag to allow consumption. The auction starts tomorrow at noon. If you need to piss or shit between now and then, do it in the cage. The drain in the floor will allow the removal of the liquid waste, and the handlers will come by periodically to hose you down and remove anything solid. You will sleep on the floor tonight, so try not to shit everywhere. Any questions?" The slaves did not move. "Very well," Saul said as he turned to the men around him. "Complete their processing." As Saul walked away, E754 growled into its gag and pulled at the restraints that bound its arms behind its back. They were firmly in place. The same guard it had seen before appeared again and pushed it into the open cage it was in front of. As the slave entered, its leg irons were secured to a metal eyelet in the concrete floor near a small drain. Then, the door to the cage was closed and locked. "Behave yourself, slave," the guard said as he smiled and walked to the next cage. The large slave took a deep breath and tried to calm down. There would be time to escape later, but it needed to bide its time. By the time the remaining slaves in the line had been secured and locked in their cages, E754's cock had started to engorge. The drug had taken no time to act. The enormous shaft pointed forward and up at a 45-degree angle as the tissues swelled. The large testicles below hung low over the metal punishment ring surrounding them and the shaft. Soon after, a man in tan overalls appeared. "I think that is about the largest cock and balls I have ever seen on a slave," the man said as he propped a long metal rod that had a strange attachment at the end against one of the empty cages. He then opened E754's cage. The slave watched as the man bent down, took pictures of its swollen phallus, and measured the length and girth of the organ. The technician also felt each of E754's testicles and held them for weight. The manipulation made the slave's prick pulse with precum, flowing out of its tight foreskin and down onto the floor. "Damn impressive," the man said as he stood up. "Now turn around and lean forward. Spread your legs while you are at it." E754 just stared at the man menacingly. "I can always shock the hell out of those nads," the man said as he held a hand to his watch. "You think a level eight will make you move?" The large slave grunted and relented. It turned and spread its legs, leaning forward. It felt gloved hands on its balls and then its ass. "Yup," the man said as he stood up. "Very impressive." E754 was exposed, not knowing what was coming next. It heard something being opened and then felt a condom placed over the head of its cock, which was then strapped in place with a tight Velcro band. A minute passed, and then it heard the man again. "Don't move, slave." The next thing E754 felt was something metal against its asshole. It was lubed and was thrust inside with firm pressure. As the metal phallus at the end of the rod in the man's hands went deeper, the slave grunted in surprise. The man had a firm grip, and as soon as it was at the right depth to touch the prostate, the man pressed a button, and a shock of electricity was delivered. E754 screamed. The current shot through its abdomen and genitals. Its shaft pulsed as cum involuntarily flew from the tip and was collected in the attached condom. The slave shifted its weight onto its massive feet and pulled itself to its tiptoes in pain. "Excellent!" the man said as he disengaged the device and swiftly withdrew it. The slave gasped into the gag as it returned flat-footed to the ground. It's ass snapped back shut but felt warm. The technician milked E754's dripping cock before removing the condom. The slave's ass was still wet from the lube, and its balls were sore. Even though it had cum, it had not felt like a regular orgasm. It felt a deep ache instead. E754 heard the cage close and lock as it turned to face the man again. "Nice load, slave," the technician said as he placed the condom in a sealed container and then labeled it. "The drug will keep you hard for another few hours. It might be painful, but there will be no lasting damage. You must have taken it up the ass before. That went smoother than I thought it would!" E754 seethed with rage as it watched the man collect his things and move down to the next cage. It felt degraded, and it wanted revenge. It pulled on the chains on its feet and arms, but they were firm and unyielding. Lifting its head to the top of the cage, it let out a muffled growl in frustration. It squeezed its ass several times, feeling the wetness. "Fuck!" E754 shouted into its gag. "Fuck this shit!" The lights in the Texas Slave Market were never extinguished. However, they were dimmed between the hours of midnight and 6 a.m. A few minutes after they blazed to their peak intensity in the early morning hours, E754 heard a loud bang on the cage that stirred it awake. It was crouched on the cold concrete ground. A pile of its excrement sat on the opposite side of the cage. It had tried to hold it in but eventually succumbed to squatting and laying the pile before scooting to sit down and attempting to rest. The stench of the shit and piss from other slaves nearby had made it nearly puke. Looking up, it saw a guard unlock the door to its cage and use a shovel to scoop the filth into a bucket. A second guard then appeared with a hose. "Morning slave!" the second guard said as he pressed a button on the handle attached to the hose. A strong stream of water shot out and hit E754's body. The force of the water stung its body, and it was ice cold. It shouted and moved to the side as the guard moved to wash the remains of the slave's waste down the drain before returning to hose its body down again. "Fuck!" E754 screamed again as it moved around in a vain attempt to escape. "Now calm the fuck down, slave!" the guard said as it kept the stream at full force. "And turn around. I need to wash that ass of yours." E754 reluctantly turned and felt the host move down its crack. It was painful on its skin, and its back twisted as the water moved up and over its shoulders and head. The guard pressed another button, causing soap to be mixed with the water, and continued the cleaning process. "Turn and face me again, slave!" E754 complied as the front of its body was now covered in suds and then rinsed off again. When the water was finally turned off, it sat shivering and filled with rage in the corner. The guard laughed as he closed the cage and continued to treat the next slave to its morning shower. Two hours later, another man appeared and hung bottles containing white liquid on each of the slaves' cages. E754 had been sitting in the corner drip drying. Grunting, it used the cage at its back as a prop to pull itself to its feet. Approaching the bottle, its face moved until it was at the same level. The container had a metal tube extending from the bottom and curved into the cage. The slave had learned last night that it could force this end into the small hole that pierced the gag still tightly bound in its mouth. Once connected, it could suck the liquid nutrition out. It did not taste bad. It had a hint of banana in it, though there was also a metallic taste. Still, the slave was hungry and sucked heartily at the container until the contents disappeared. Pulling back, the metal tube popped from the gag, and the slave stood tall and stretched. Its arms were still bound behind its back, and its legs were firmly secured to the eyebolt in the concrete floor, but it could still crack its neck and work out some knots. The band around its balls had become sore halfway through the night. Repeated nighttime erections had trapped blood in the shaft, and the organ was still half engorged as it swung between its legs. "You are definitely an impressive slave," came the voice of a man with a clipboard. E754 looked up and watched as the man checked off some boxes and slid a flyer into a slot on the front of the cage. The man saw the slave watching him curiously, and he smiled. "If you are wondering, that is your sales sheet," the man said. "It lists all your vital statistics. Given the high mobility and potency of your sperm, and your obvious brawn, you will likely fetch a high price." The large slave's eyes narrowed as it grunted. The man laughed in response. "You don't have long to wait, slave. The buyers will be let in shortly." The man continued down the line of cages as E754 approached the front of the cage and huffed. Spit bubbled through the hole at the end of its gag and dripped out, forming a thin line glistening in the lights above. The sound of the clanking of chains and the grunts of the slaves was soon replaced with the murmur of voices a few hours later. E754 saw several men with cowboy hats enter the building and start reviewing and assessing the slaves in their cages. It was clear that many of them had specific characteristics they were looking for. The young slave that had pissed itself in the van on the way to the market had been viewed several times. E754 had been so focused on the bound boy that it did not notice the man approach its cage door. "Aren't you a beast of a slave," came a deep, authoritative voice. E754 turned and saw a large black man staring him down. He had a lineman's build with thick, muscled shoulders and arms, a firm stomach, a trimmed goatee, and piercing eyes. The man wore tight jeans that showed off a prominent bulge in his crotch region and had a tattered blue ballcap on that had seen better days. The man smiled as he looked over the reference sheet that had been posted. E754 � Red Tag Origin: Lubbock, Texas Convicted: Armed Robbery, Two Counts of Rape, Aggravated Assault, Attempted Murder Sentenced: Life in Prison � Converted to Lifetime Slavery Age: 20 Stats: Brown eyes, dark hair, bronze skin, 6' 3" tall, 254 pounds, 31.5" arms, 11" hands Genitals: 4" soft, 9.5" erect, 7" girth, XXL testicle size and volume Testosterone level: 1100 ng/dL Texas Certified Breeding Test: 6.5 ml load volume, high potency, high mobility "Impressive stats for a slave!" the man replied when he finished reading and looked up. "I bet you will go for a high price today. I get the feeling you have some attitude issues, however." E754 huffed and grunted as it stared at the man, who just chuckled in response. "I expected as much. But that is of no consequence to me. I need a breeding bull, and those testicles of yours looked to be well primed." The man was pointing at E754's crotch, which was still semi-engorged and lifted by the metal band surrounding it. The slave balled its fist behind its back and walked up to the cage till it was inches from the man. "Yeah, I figured you would try to show dominance," the man said as he reached down and cupped the large balls of the slave. "I'm glad you are willing to let me inspect that massive thing." E754 growled and stepped back out of the man's reach in reaction. "Those testicles are heavy for sure," the man said as he smiled. "I'll be keeping my eye on you, slave." The man wrote some information down on a pad with him and continued down the line. E754 watched him till he disappeared at the end of the row. The slave's body was tense, and its hair stood on end. It had been in a defense posture the whole time, wishing it could have pounced on the man and made its escape. As its body finally relaxed, it looked down and saw a dribble of precum extend from the tip of its cock. It grunted in sexual frustration, slammed its body against the back cage, slid down to sit, and stewed in its anger. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-1	Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2023 18:03:30 -0400 From: Slave Bear Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 1 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Prologue In the distant future, science and technology have advanced, but society has not. While urban areas have become more congested and decadent, rural ones have remained sparsely populated, and the law is strictly maintained. As the demand for agricultural goods increased, the need for more laborers necessitated a return to slavery. But, instead of the enforced bondage of native peoples, as in the past, criminals, vagabonds, and even volunteers were selected from both regions to be sold and used. Soon manual labor was not the only thing these slaves were needed for, and new public and private markets sprung up to meet those needs, however perverse. Chapter 1 Burt stepped out of his truck, and as his boots hit the ground, a cloud of dust drifted up into the hot, stale air. It was another oppressive day in South Texas, and the man's t-shirt was soaked with sweat and permeated with musk. The white cloth was transparent now, revealing the developed muscles on his thick chest and the dark matted hair that covered his body. In every sense of the word, he was a bear of a man. Years of hard labor on his farm had left him with a strong, firm build and skin deeply tanned from the baking sun. Between Burt's thin lips, a mangled toothpick hung. Splintered, it showed the wear of the past hour, having been gnawed and soaked with his saliva. He reached up to scratch his salt and pepper beard before grabbing the bit of wood from his mouth and tossing it into the air. As it sailed away, he closed the door to his vehicle and adjusted his jeans. They were tight as usual and showed off his impressive bulge in front. "Get a move on, Frank!" Burt grumbled across to his passenger. Frank was Burt's nephew. The young man had just turned twenty-two and started working on the farm full-time the previous month. Compared to his uncle, Frank was scrawny. He had begun to exercise and lift weights, and some definition in his arms and chest had started to develop, but he was still of average height and thin like his father. His red and blond beard still had patches where it had not filled in yet, and it was unkept and wiry. As he quickly jumped out of the side of the truck and came around, he put his cowboy hat on and rubbed his sweaty hands on his jeans. "Nervous?" Burt asked with a sly smile. "I've heard your stories about this place over the years, and I've always been curious, but this is still all new to me," Frank replied. Burt laughed as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a tin of dipping tobacco. The imprint of years of keeping cans there had worn a ring in the fabric of his pants. As he flicked his large hand rapidly, his thumb landed squarely on the metal container with a thump. The moist contents inside were jostled and collected at the bottom. Lifting the lid, he pinched a wad of the dark leaves between his thick, callused fingers and pushed them into his bottom lip. Wiping his hands on his pants, he turned and offered the can to his nephew. "Want some?" "I'm good," Frank replied with a turned lip. "I smoke but just never got into dipping. Can't stand the taste." "It will put hair on your chest," Frank said with a smile as he curled his lip and tasted the acrid tobacco. "Grab my spit cup from the truck." As the young man complied, Burt replaced the can in his back pocket and spat on the ground before adjusting his pants. The wad of fluid hit the dirt and gravel ground audibly. The cup Frank retrieved from the driver's side door had more congealed brown saliva collected at the bottom. Bits of tobacco were mixed inside, and it smelled awful. "Here, Burt," Frank said as he passed the cup to the man. "Well, let's go," Frank said as he spat again, this time into the cup. "We don't want to miss getting the good ones." The Texas Slave Market was held twice a year on the sprawling grounds of what once was a thriving pasture, now covered with dirt and tumbleweeds. Three large metal buildings covered several acres of space fenced in with electrified barbed wire and surrounded by a berm and dry moat. The entrance to the facility faced the gravel parking area and was guarded by two large, off-duty Texas Rangers. Admittance was by invitation only, and security was strict. "Papers, please," one of the lawmen barked as the two approached. Burt stopped, pulled a warn, damp piece of paper from his left back pocket, and unfolded it. As he handed it to the man, the officer looked it over. "Are you here to purchase or observe?" the officer asked in a deep voice with a distinctive Texas drawl. "I am here to purchase," Burt replied. The officer eyed them both before handing the paperwork back to Burt and nodding to the other guard. Both he and his colleague were built like a brick wall and looked menacing in their state uniforms. The second officer turned a handle on a solid metal door between them. The hinges groaned and squeaked, and the lock inside slid back. As it opened, Frank could hear a cacophony of voices and metal clanging sounds. "Best of luck to you," the first officer said as the two men passed by and the door closed behind them. Frank was amazed by the sights. Overhead, lights blazed into the vast space. The bulbs had a distinctive buzzing sound that could be heard under ambient noise. At their feet, hay had been spread over the concrete and dirt pad below. Wooden and metal structures of all types had been erected around them, which partitioned the different areas of the auction. The pungent smell of musk, sweat, and smoke permeated the space, and Frank instinctively grabbed his nose as the aroma overtook him. "Too much for you, boy?" Burt asked with a loud laugh as he spat into his cup and smacked his nephew's back. "It's potent," Frank replied. "Let's check out the merchandise," Burt said as he turned and walked over to the left, where there was row after row of metal stalls. Each enclosure was only five-foot square, and naked men of all shapes and sizes were locked inside, each with a colored tag attached to their right ear. The minimum age to be sold into slavery was seventeen, and the merchandise came from various sources. Some slaves were hardened criminals who resisted forced incarceration at traditional penitentiaries. They were the red tags. The yellow tags were the homeless and/or illegal immigrants with nowhere else to go. Those individuals that sought out service and slavery willingly for a variety of reasons were tagged blue. And finally, there were the green tags. These were slaves being sold by their family members. Some for money and others because they could no longer care for them. A long metal table sat near the stalls, and on it were stacks of magazines. At the foot of the table was a long trough filled with ice that contained complimentary bottles of beer. As Burt went over to grab a copy of the current day's auction catalog, Frank picked out a bottle of cheap beer and unscrewed the top with his hand. Taking a sip, he could taste the bitterness of the ale, but it was refreshing, and he took his hat off and ran the bottle over his forehead to cool off. One of the nude figures in the stalls caught Frank's attention, and he walked over to see a red-tagged man standing and staring at him. Like all the slaves, it had been fitted with a ball gag strapped tight around its head. Its hands were bound behind its back, and the metal shanks around its ankles were secured to a ring embedded in the concrete floor. The slave's body was impressive and covered in brightly-colored tattoos. Frank was impressed by its large testicles, but it was paired with a small cock that shriveled inside its abdomen. "That slave doesn't have much to show down there, does it?" came a voice beside the young man. Frank turned to the middle-aged cowboy that had approached him. The man had dark stubble on his worn face and wore overalls with his large, brimmed hat. "No, Sir," Frank replied. "Still, with those muscles, I bet it would be a good worker," the man replied with a smile. "That's what I am in the market for." "Come here, Frank!" came the voice of Burt behind them. "Excuse me, Sir," Frank said as he tipped his hat at the stranger and hurried over to his uncle. "Don't go wandering off, boy," Burt said. "This place is easy to get lost in." "Yes, Sir," Frank replied. "Let's grab a seat and see if we can find something that will work for the farm," Burt said as he walked over to a row of metal folding chairs. As the two sat down, Burt thumbed through the catalog pages. Each slave's picture had their assigned number below it, their stats, and a brief biography of their background. The book's first half sorted the slaves by their tag color, and the second half sorted them by their build from small to large. Slaves were purchased for several reasons, and the details printed in the catalog helped buyers choose the best one for their needs. Slaves that were strong and had stamina were noted as "working stock". Ones with experience as servants or had a slender build were indicated as "cultured". Slaves that were hung were automatically measured both soft and hard. Their sperm was collected and examined for potency and mobility. Some buyers prized these "breeding stock" for various sexual uses. All of this information was listed along with the slave's age, height, weight, ethnicity, hair, eye color, fat percentage, bone density, and amount of body hair, to name a few of the statistics. "What type are you looking for, specifically?" Frank asked. "I want to get another working stock slave to put in the fields with C856," Burt replied. "And if they have a cheap one that would work well as a gimp, I'll get two. I am very picky about my sex slaves, though. Haven't purchased one in years." The young man nodded at his uncle. Frank had known his dad's brother was gay for most of his life. When Frank had come out in junior high, Burt was the first he turned to for support. Though Burt was a hard, dominant man, he reached out, took his nephew under his wing, and supported him through high school and college. Frank had worked the summers on Burt's farm alongside C856, Burt's sole slave. The slave's bronzed skin, large frame, and huge genitals had always impressed the young man, and he had secretly jacked off thinking about having sex with it. Over time, Burt instructed Frank on how to treat and use a working slave. C856 was obedient and diligent and did most of the hard labor while Frank supervised and drove the tractor around. After Frank graduated high school, Burt showed Frank his dungeon. It had not been used in years but was well stocked with various leather and sexual implements, a sling, Saint Andrew's Cross, and a fuck bench. Burt noticed the bulge that appeared in the young man's pants when he saw the room, and when he found out Frank was a virgin, he decided to rent a gimp slave from a local friend for the young man to use as a present and earn his manhood. It was Frank's first experience using another human being, and Burt was pleased to see that his nephew took to the dominant role quickly after some instruction and guidance. "It would be nice to have a gimp to use whenever we want," Frank said. "Your dungeon is too well set up not to be used." Burt laughed. "I would like to see how you take to training one. You know I was only a year or two older than you when I purchased my first gimp slave. If we were to get one, what attributes would you like?" Frank was unsure if he was being tested or if his uncle genuinely wanted his opinion, but he gave it, nonetheless. "I would like a slave with some meat on their bones. A nice fat ass to work over and breed would be ideal, but it would have to have a good mouth too." "I see," Burt said. "I tend to like the thin slaves, but I can see where a plump ass could be nice too." "And some fur, as well," Frank added. "On a slave?" Burt replied with a disgusted noise as he spat a wad of brown fluid into his cup. "I know you think slaves should be smooth, but I like the grizzled look," Frank said. "I love the bear or cub-type submissive. It makes me hard thinking about it." "Well, we would have to talk about that," Burt replied as he rolled his eyes. The older man was thumbing through the catalog while they talked and stopped when he found a picture of a large, built slave that looked like a former football linebacker. "Now, here is a workhorse," Burt said. "Slave number F385. Just look at those muscled lines. It could certainly help clear and work the back quarter." "It is a red tag, though," Frank said. "It says it is a convicted criminal. You told me red tags can be tough to train." "Yeah," Burt said. "But I've broken them before. My first working stock slave was a red tag. They take extra effort, but if done correctly, they can be excellent laborers." "It does say it is built for working stock or can be used for breeding stock," Frank added. "Well, the working part is what I care about," Burt replied. "C856 already has breeding potential, though I've never used it for that. Let's go check this slave out." "Ok," Frank said as they both stood up. "Do you mind if I keep looking through the catalog for potential gimps?" "Feel free," Burt said as he walked down the row. As the two continued to the end, they weaved and dodged through the crowd and then turned to the left, where more stalls were located. Many people were examining the merchandise being sold today, and Frank wondered about all the places the slaves may be going to. The market drew in people from surrounding states, so you never knew their final destination. Burt and Frank finally saw their potential target when they reached stall twelve on the fifth row. The slave inside stood over six feet tall. Its large, muscled chest was covered in sweat, and its blue eyes looked menacing from behind bars. Between two pale, tree trunks of legs sat a large set of balls in a nest of blond hair. A metal cock ring had been placed around its groin to show off its package, which included a soft but thick, circumcised cock that looked about four inches long. "It is a beast," Burt said as he stared at the slave. "That is for sure!" Frank exclaimed as the slave turned to look at the young man and snarled. Spit dripped down from the gag the slave was biting down on, and the metal chains holding its massive feet to the floor were straining under the heavyweight's grip pulling on them. "We are going to bid on F385, for sure," Burt replied. As the older man took some time to look over the additional information on a piece of paper attached to the cage, Frank saw something out of the corner of his eye that caught his attention. Walking over to stall eighteen, he saw a blue-tagged, husky slave that stood five-foot-eight and weighed two-hundred-and-thirty-five pounds. The slave looked mature, and upon examining the details attached to the cage, Frank saw that it was thirty years old and willingly put itself up for auction to serve a master. L024 had hair all over its body, from its medium-length brown head and scraggly beard to its furry chest and limbs. It even had tufts of hair on its fingers and toes. It stared at Frank but looked calm as its body was on display. Enhanced by a rubber cock ring, it sported a nice set of low-hanging balls, and its uncircumcised cock was well above average, hanging in a soft state over them. "You are a nice-looking slave," Frank said with a smile as he tapped the bars. L024 nodded as it stood chained to the floor. Its deep green eyes stared with emotion as it was being evaluated. The gag in its mouth was too large, and its jaw seemed stretched to the limit. So much spit had dribbled out the sides of its mouth that its beard had deep, wet lines connected to thin strings of saliva that dangled down to puddles that had collected near its bare feet. "What did you find over there?" came the voice of Burt. "A potential sex gimp," Frank replied excitedly. As Burt approached, he shook his head and groaned. "I don't know about that, Nephew. It is a very furry one. I told you I don't like hairy slaves." "Please, Burt," Frank pleaded. "I'll chip in some money, and you can take the rest from my pay till it is covered. I really would like to bid on it." "I don't know," Burt replied. "It is labeled breeding stock. I mean, look at its nub! It is more hung than you are!" "Burt!" Frank growled back. "I am just saying," Burt replied, patting his nephew's back. "My brother didn't pass the family blessing down to you." Frank groaned. He knew very well that his uncle was hung, and the man's ten-inch cock made his average-sized one look inadequate. "Still," Frank said as he slapped his nephew's back with a laugh, "I've seen you fuck. You might be average down there, but you sure can make a slave squeal. We would need to make a few changes, but if you are willing to help pay for it, I will put up the money for the bid today." "Excellent!" Frank said excitedly as he turned back to the slave. "It will be perfect." An hour passed before the auctions began. A large area had been prepared in an adjacent building for the attendees to stand. At the front, a raised platform stood, and a podium was installed on its right side. Behind the platform, a flatscreen TV had been hung. Burt and Frank had found a spot in the third row near the front and had an unobstructed view of the platform. At least two hundred people were in the audience, and Burt was worried that the bidding could get out of hand. A horn sounded at the top of the hour, and the first slave was led in. Over the roar of the crowd around him, Frank could hear the heavy chains between its feet as they dragged on the ground. Two large security guards held the slave on either side and brought it to the platform. The chain between the cuffs on its hands was then looped onto a hook that was suspended above, and when the slave was secured, the hook was raised till the slave was brought onto its tiptoes. The hook slowly turned so the slave could be evaluated from all angles. "The first slave for auction is B254," came the auctioneer's voice over the loudspeaker. Standing behind the podium, he read from prepared notes. "This red-tag Italian slave was arrested three times for petty larceny." Frank looked up behind the slave as the auctioneer continued to speak and saw that the TV screen featured the slave's number and the current bid. Each person in the auction was given a small electronic box. It allowed a bidder to dial in an amount and hit a button to submit it electronically. Instantly the bids would appear on the screen, and the haggling would continue until the top bidder was announced. "We have a few slaves to get through before our beast comes up," Burt said. "With its stats, however, I suspect it will cost me a pretty penny." "I'll keep my fingers crossed!" Frank replied with a smile. Those in the working stock category mostly dominated the selection of slaves in the first round of bidding. There were many red tags, and they all looked huge, even from the back rows of the audience. A few of the slaves tried to be unruly, and one broke away from the guards briefly before it was manhandled onto the suspended hook, but for the most part, the event went smoothly. It took twenty minutes to get to the catalog listing Burt had been waiting for. When F385 appeared, the older man smiled. The hulk on the platform struggled with the security guards as it was led to the front. Its muscles rippled, and spit flew from its gagged mouth, which landed on the ground near the front row of the audience. "We have a fighter here, folks!" the auctioneer announced as the slave was hooked and suspended. "A top prize for anyone looking for a slave with a lot of energy!" F385 twisted in the air as its body was displayed to the crowd. Frank watched as one of the guards approached from behind it with a metal prod. The slave jerked as the prod was shoved up its ass, and when electricity was applied, its cock instantly engorged and sprung to attention as it screamed into the gag in its mouth. Even from the back of the crowd, the slave's thick prick was impressive. "This white slave was brought in from Amarillo. It was found guilty of rape on three separate occasions and aggravated assault. After attempting to escape from its maximum security prison, it was sent to us for auction. Be advised this slave is not for the inexperienced. You will be expected to ensure that it does not escape. Due to its naturally high hormone levels, it has an elevated sex drive, and its erect shaft, as you can see, is over nine inches long and girthy if you need breeding stock." The slave had rotated to the side, and the guard pressed the button on the prod again. As the slave screamed, its cock pulsed, and precum dribbled from the tip. "Now, that is a breeding stock slave I would love to have!" came the voice of a bidder behind Burt. Frank looked up and saw the price jumping higher and higher as the auctioneer continued to discuss the slave's vital statistics. "Damn, I didn't expect it to go that high!" "Yeah, but I want him!" Burt replied. "We have a bid of $8,200, folks!" the auctioneer finally announced. "Can we go higher?" "I hope not," Burt growled as the number continued to rise. "$8,500 now!" the auctioneer announced. "Do I have $8,750?" More bids continued to come in until the price finally slowed and rested at $9,000. Frank looked around as the crowd's sounds calmed, and the auctioneer called out again. "The bid is $9,000. Going once! Going twice! Sold for $9,000!" "Yes!" Burt exclaimed. "Did you win?" Frank asked. "It is ours!" Burt replied triumphantly. "Congratulations, buddy," a man behind them said. "I hope you put it to good use." "Thanks," Burt replied with a nod. "We will." "What about my gimp?" Frank asked. "That auction took a lot more than I expected, I am afraid," Burt said. "Please," Frank replied. "Can't we at least try to bid?" "I can't spend more than $2,000 on it," Burt said as he bent over to whisper in Frank's ear. "That is the limit." "Understood," Frank whispered back. After the first round of slaves, there was a brief pause. When the second round began, it was dominated by the breeding stock and cultured category. Frank was amazed at how hung some of the merchandise was. One slave that fetched nearly the price Burt had paid for F385 had a cock that was a foot long and as thick as a beer can. When it was prodded and the shaft fully engorged, the gasp from the audience was audible. It took over an hour, but as the auction was nearing its end, Frank saw the slave he was waiting on. L024 was brought onto the podium quietly and looked to be offering no resistance. The crowd had thinned, but as the husky slave was hooked and suspended, murmurs of interest came from around the two men. When the prod was inserted in the slave's ass, it squealed and shook. Its cock sprung to life and stood out from its body impressively. The bids then started coming in. "This blue tag hails from Iowa. While it has never been a slave before, it willingly entered the auction and seeks to have a life in service. A homosexual, its ass has been used in the past, but it is still relatively tight if you are looking for a slave for sexual service. It has been tested and is free of STDs, and as you can see, the slave is well-hung. It has been labeled as potential breeding stock." The guard turned on the prod again as L024 was turned. The jolt caused the slave to leap off the podium and into the air as its cock filled with blood again. "When stimulated, its uncut prick is eight inches long, and its large loads have been shown to have high mobility and potency. Be advised, though. It has never penetrated anything before. A virgin in that regard for those that might be interested! Also suitable for light work, it has agreed to be modified as its new owner sees fit. This is a good opportunity to purchase a slave to be molded to your liking!" Frank took the box from Burt and put in a low amount. He was immediately outbid, and the price initially jumped to $1,500. "Remember what I told you," Burt said as he leaned over to Frank. "I know," Frank replied as the bidding continued. "$1,850 is the bid," the auctioneer announced. "Do we have any more? Any more bids? $1,900! $1,900 is the bid. Can we go higher? This furry, hung stud is going to be a steal! And don't forget. You can always have him denuded if you like the smooth look, too!" The prod was activated again, and L024's cock now pulsed with precum that flew into the air and sailed to the ground below. Its furry feet danced on the platform as it clenched its eyes, bit down on the gag, and squealed in pain. "Come on!" Frank complained. "We have $1,950 now, folks. $1,950 is the bid. Going once. Going twice. Sold for $1,950!" "Yes!" Frank said as he pulled his arm down into his waist in victory. "Excellent job," Burt said as the slave was pulled down and led away. "Let's go settle up and see our merchandise." The third building in the back of the property was where the slaves were paid for and processed. It was more heavily segmented than the other two buildings. Security was tight to prevent escapes, and some areas were cordoned off to the public. Frank followed Burt as the older man made his way around a hall and down to a room where a line had formed in front of a figure at a computer. When their turn came, Burt stepped forward and handed his electronic box to the man, who plugged it into a receptacle and stared at the screen before him. "Ah, you have purchased two slaves today," the man replied. "Congratulations. That big one is a fine prize. One of the top money-makers today!" "Thanks," Burt said as he spat into his dip cup. "I spent more than I should have, but I think it will be worth it." "Will we be using the payment information on file?" the man asked. "Please," Burt said. "Very well," the man replied. "Will you be wanting modifications?" "Yes," Burt said. "To both of them." "Ok. I will hold the final sales till you are done. You may go into the next room on your left to view them. Room B3." "Thank you," Burt said as the man handed him two objects that looked like credit cards. "Come with me, Frank." Frank nodded as the older man turned and walked to the designated room. As the door opened, they saw a middle-aged man dressed in slacks and a polo shirt standing inside with a small iPad. Behind him, the wall was made of glass, and a barred cage surrounded by a curtain was beyond. "Welcome!" the man said. "You must be Burt." "I am," Burt said as he handed the man the two cards. "Thank you!" the man replied, putting the cards in a small reader and bringing up the sales information. It took a moment for the man to type in some additional data, but when he was done, he reached down to a cord attached to his ear and spoke into the microphone inside it. "Jim, bring in F385 and L024." A few minutes passed before the curtain parted, and into the cage beyond the glass, their large slave appeared, followed by the smaller, furry one. The chains on their hands had been slung over hooks in a bar suspended in the ceiling, and the two hung down just as they had been displayed during the auction. "These are your slaves," the man said. "You indicated you wanted modifications made. Do you know what you have in mind?" Burt moved towards the glass and stared at the large slave. It was still struggling in vain against the restraints on its arms and legs, and the thin glass transmitted the sound of its grunts and groans. "You are a fighter, aren't you?" Burt shouted so the slave could hear. F385 lunged at the glass, and its body swung back and forth due to the momentum. Its cock, still partially engorged from the day's activities, bounced between its legs. "Yeah, you have a lot of energy," Burt replied. "That will be useful." "One of our more well-endowed slaves," the man said. "Its seed volume is impressive and potent if you need breeding stock." "I don't give a shit about its cock or fluids," Burt said. "It is the brawn I need. It won't be used for sex. It will just be working in the fields." "Ahh, I understand," the man said. "Well, it will serve you well in that regard. It can bench press well over two hundred and fifty pounds." "Perfect," Burt said as he walked over to the glass. "You hear me in there, slave? All I care about is your muscle. Your days of fucking pussy are over. In fact, I think a headstrong criminal like you should be castrated. I don't have any use for that thing between your legs, and it already produces too much testosterone." The slave's eyes narrowed, and it growled as the salesman nodded at Burt. "That is easily done," the salesman replied. "But, if you use it solely for manual labor, realize that a castrated slave can have muscle and bone loss issues. It would be a shame to remove its impressively large balls and lose their benefits." "I'm aware," Burt replied. "But it can be given hormone shots. A low dose will provide enough to keep it strong but not enough to have it raging. I can even blend in some drugs to help calm it and make it submissive. Plus, implants can still make the slave look hung." "I can see you are an intelligent customer," the man replied, handing the iPad to Burt. "Any other specific procedures in mind?" Burt reviewed the options and picked the ones he wanted, and the additional cost was added to the bill. "Excellent choices, Sir," the man replied. "And what about the smaller slave, L024?" "No castration for it," Frank said. "I want its large balls intact. That will make for a good and horny gimp slave." "A wise choice," the man replied. "But, all that hair," Burt cut in. "Are you sure you want all that hair? It is a slave, after all." "Please let me keep its fur, Burt," Frank said. "I like it." Burt groaned. "Listen, Frank, it won't be much to have it denuded, and I promise that a smooth slave is easier to take care of and more sanitary." "I'm standing firm on the fur, Burt," Frank pleaded. "You aren't talking me out of this." Burt rolled his eyes and spat into his cup. "Can we at least dock it so it doesn't make you look like less of a man?" Frank groaned. "Thanks for bringing that up again." "I am just being honest," Burt said. "The slave is hung. Impressively so. And while I can put it to shame, you would look like a submissive next to it. It won't be topping anything anyway." "Very well," Frank replied. "But that is all. I still want its nub to function. Playing with those large balls and making them leak will be fun." "Package 2C, then, along with a docking," Burt said as he returned the iPad to the man. "I like my gimps decorated." "I'm good with that," Frank replied. "Excellent choices again, Sir," the man replied. "I assume the wash, trim, and groom are still included in the purchase price?" Burt asked. "Of course," the man replied. "And we have your brand on file. Will there be anything else?" "No," Burt said. "Very well!" the man replied. "This is your total." Burt reviewed the receipt and digitally signed it with his finger before the sale was processed. "Your slaves will be ready next Monday for pickup," the man said, extending his hand. "Thank you for shopping at the Texas Slave Market." Burt and Frank shook the man's hand, and Frank looked at the two slaves and smiled as they were collected and taken away for processing. As the two left the room, Frank could hardly wait for the new gimp slave to be delivered. As the curtain was closed in front of the two slaves, two men came in from the processing area behind them. F385 was unhooked from the bar above its head, spun around, and then pushed down a corridor. It was still fuming after facing down its new owner and hearing it would be castrated. "Fuck you, fucker!" it screamed into its gag, but only a muffled noise was emitted. "Fuck it is strong," one of the two men holding it stated. "Yeah, let's get it tied down before it hurts someone," said the other. They led the large slave through a doorway into a cool, sterile room. The portable buildings were the only air-conditioned areas in the facility, and the cool breeze against the sweat that had built upon the slave caused goose pimples to form. On the left was a gurney, and with the help of another man in scrubs, they managed to lift and strap the slave down. F385 struggled the entire time, and they had to pull the restraints to the point of cutting off circulation to the beast to keep it from breaking free. "Holy shit, that was a workout!" one of the men said after they were done. "I need hazard pay for this shit!" "Well, you two better head out to get the next slave," the man in scrubs said. "We can take it from here." F385 was foaming at the mouth as its spit gathered and dripped down. It bit hard on the gag, trying to slice it in two, and pulled at the restraints in vain. "Afraid you aren't going anywhere," the man in scrubs said as he washed his hands and put on some gloves. "You have a long day of operations and recovery ahead." F385 thrashed its head back and forth before zeroing in on the man as he approached with a needle. "You need to calm down so we can get an IV into you," the man said as he pulled the cap off and plunged the syringe into the slave. "This should help chill you the fuck out." The chemical flooded the slave's body instantly, and despite its objection, it felt its ability to resist decrease, and its brain began to swim. As its body relaxed, its head fell backward, and its large feet collapsed on the gurney. "Much better," the man said as he looked down and examined F385's giant balls. "You have some hefty testicles there. Too bad they will be severed soon. You should have behaved yourself, slave." As the man patted the slave's belly, he turned and grabbed some scissors and began to trim away the blond pubic hair that surrounded the slave's cock and balls. Once it was cut down, he got some cream and a razor and shaved the skin perfectly smooth. Some antiseptic was then applied to finish the job. While this occurred, another nurse came in, found a vein, and started an IV. Some more meds were given to calm the slave further before stirrups were pulled out from the end of the bed, and the slave's legs were lifted and spread to provide unrestricted access to its crotch. "What do we have here?" came the doctor's voice as he came from the room beyond. "Castration and replacement," the nurse responded. The doctor came over and examined the slave and then lifted and squeezed its balls. "Should not take too long," the doctor replied. "Wheel it back, and we can get started shortly." "Yes, Sir," the nurse replied as he unlocked the wheels and pushed the gurney back. F385 was still woozy as the lights overhead passed by. It entered a hallway and turned into an operating room on the right. This room was even colder than the first. Instruments were everywhere, and as the anesthetist prepared the slave's drugs, the doctor came in and took his position between the slave's raised and spread legs. Turning the fixture on above the table, the slave's groin was bathed in bright light. "Ok, put it under," the doctor said. "Let's get started." As the drugs were pushed, the slave's eyes rolled shut, and its body went slack. The doctor cleaned the slave's scrotum with antiseptic again before using a scalpel to cut into and slice it in two along its natural seam. The large testicles inside were now visible, and each was pulled from its home and stretched out until the cords were taught. Moving quickly, the doctor tied each cord and severed first the left nut and then the right, placing them in a metal dish below. "Those were some big heavy balls!" the doctor replied. "Are we saving or discarding them?" "The owner wants them preserved and displayed, doctor," the nurse replied. "Take them away then," the doctor said. A nurse beside him grabbed the dish and moved to wrap and place the large nuts in a medical bag before sealing it and passing it to another person that took it from the room. "What size prosthesis are we replacing its testicles with?" the doctor asked. "Extra-large neuticles," the nurse replied. "Extra-large, huh?" the doctor replied as the implants were passed to him. "Damn, these are even bigger than the ones it was born with. Good thing it has a big sack to go with it." The nurses smiled as the doctor moved to place the implants into place. Once a pouch was made to hold them, and they were stitched in so they would not move, the surgeon quickly pulled at the two halves of the scrotum and sewed the cut closed with the nurse's assistance. The resulting sack looked bloated with its new fake balls. But it would stretch and accommodate them over time. "Well, the new owner will have an ornament on its slave to be proud of now," the doctor said. "Anything else?" "It is to be cut as well," the nurse replied. "Damn, castrated and cut?" the doc replied. "This slave must have been bad. I hope it was able to jack off before all of this, but then again, from the weight of those testicles, it might have had blue balls." "Not anymore," the nurse said with a laugh. "True," the doctor said as he put antiseptic on the slave's root where its cock attached to its abdomen. "After a long day of castrating slaves, I am happy to get home and jack off and feel the pleasure of intact balls." Using a new scalpel, the doctor made two small incisions on either side of the root. Carefully examining the anatomy within, he located the dorsal nerves controlling the slave's erections. In minutes, the blade severed them, forever making the slave impotent. Stitches were placed inside before the area was closed and cleaned again. "Well, that is it," the doctor replied. "Take it to recovery and send in the next one!" The nurses cleaned the slave with antiseptic before turning the lights down and unlocking the gurney. As it was wheeled out, it was brought into yet another area. There were rows of gurneys with slaves recovering from their surgeries and modifications. Some had their cock and balls enhanced. Others had been castrated. Some had been denuded, pierced with several types of jewelry, and a few had even been emasculated and implanted with fake breasts. When F385 was placed in its recovery spot, an orderly came over and, with the assistance of two others, rolled the slave on its side. A razor was used to shave the upper right buttock, and a device was brought over. Programming in the design submitted by Burt when he purchased his first slave, the device heated up, and when placed on the skin, it singed and branded the slave with the mark of its new owner. Once the branded skin was cleaned, it was bandaged, and the slave was rolled back and strapped down again. A silver metal ring was placed around the slave's neck, on which was engraved its designation and address of its owner. The ring was carefully welded into place to be a permanent ornament for the slave. Next, the slave's number was tattooed on each arm and leg as well as its neck, guaranteeing that removing a limb would not obscure its identification. The last step was the installation of its implant. To ensure that no slave escaped its master, a tiny device was inserted into the neck of a slave near the veins that led to the brain. When paired with a proximity sensor, the device could be triggered if the slave left a designated area or remotely triggered at any time by the owner. When activated, the implant would deliver a toxin into the slave's system. Depending on the owner's choice, this could cause instant death, paralysis, or unconsciousness. Burt had chosen the latter, and it took only moments for the orderly to position and implant the pill-sized device deep enough that it could not be removed without an expert hand. "It is going to need time to recover," the orderly said to his assistant. "Keep it sedated today. We will see how it feels tomorrow." "Yes, Sir," came the reply. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-3	Date: Wed, 3 May 2023 15:17:42 -0400 From: Slave Bear Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 3 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Chapter 3 A week passed as L024 and F385 convalesced at the market. With the technology of accelerated healing, each of the slaves had been left with hardly a trace of a scar as a result of the operations performed on them. Their skin and tissues had rapidly integrated, and they were now ready to begin their new lives. On their delivery day, both slaves were given baths and groomed. The hair on their heads was trimmed in a crew-cut style, and their beards were cut short and combed straight. A brush was used on L024's body hair, which had been dyed darker on its chest to make it stand out more. Finally, manicures and pedicures were given to both of them, and then fragrant oils were applied to their pits and groin areas to make them smell fresh. F385 had started on a blend of testosterone blockers to increase the rate of hormone loss after the removal of its testicles. In addition to a special sedative, this left it slightly more compliant, quite different from the slave that had appeared at the auction just a week before. But, it still had an attitude. Its former nuts had been given particular care. After chemicals were injected in and around the tissues to kill any bacteria, they were placed in a bath of acetone. Under freezing conditions, the water inside the cells was drawn out and replaced. Then both were immersed in a bath of silicone, and under a vacuum, the acetone was replaced, and the tissues became plasticized � perfectly preserving them forever. After hardening, they were suspended in a clear, fluid-filled bag and sealed. The date of the removal of the orbs was emblazoned in dark lettering across the front. The bag was then hung from F385's collar. The former home of F385's balls was now enormous, thanks to the implants inside and manual stretching ordered over the past several days. The blond pubic hair on its groin had been permanently removed, and the addition of its limp but still large cock lying over its sack only focused the attention on its modifications. L024's crotch and scrotum had also been trimmed, though its dark pubes were still intact. Its sack also appeared larger as the virile testicles inside had grown and started to pump out more hormones. The constant dull ache of not being drained by orgasm in so long was now an ever-present feeling that the slave dealt with. Its former long, thick shaft was now just a memory. The bare, pierced, circumcised head had started to keratinize, toughen, and lose sensation. It now barely poked out from the pad of the slave's abdomen. The surgeon had expertly removed any trace of erectile tissue but retained the anatomy to allow controlled urination. Now, its enhanced reproductive system generated a continuous flow of precum that dribbled out and around the metal PA ring at the tip, which coated and highlighted L024's low-hanging balls. The slaves stood side by side on a loading dock behind the market dressed only in their collars, ear tags, and pink rubber footwear custom-molded to their soles and toes. Their right ass cheeks were emblazed with the four-inch circular brand of their new owner. Their four limbs and neck were tattooed with their designated number. Their hands were chained by the wrist behind them, and their ankles were similarly secured. They were now processed and ready for their new lives. "Well, look what we have here!" came the voice of Frank as he got out of his truck and approached the dock. "The slaves look great!" The two guards on either side of the slaves smiled as the young man approached the platform and looked them over. "Burt was right to go with the larger implants on F385," he said. "I love the look." As Frank examined the large slave, he grabbed the sizeable clear bag containing the plasticized testicles that once hung between its legs. "You used to have some large nuts, to begin with, didn't you, slave? I bet when you were pounding a woman, they really swung and produced a lot of cum when you orgasmed. But no longer. You won't be breeding anyone again with those fake ones we installed. Your life will just be about hard work from now on. I am sure you are pleased with these modifications and happy to serve. Aren't you, slave?" F385 looked at the young man and grunted with a sneer. "Are you not going to thank me?" Frank asked with a smirk. "No matter. We will work on that attitude." Frank then turned to look at L024. He ran his hands down the fur on the slave's chest before cupping its large, sticky balls. "Fuck you are hot. These balls feel awfully heavy, and they are already leaking!" "The slave has been in some discomfort," the attendant behind the guards said as he walked forward. "I was told it had not had a proper orgasm in almost a month before it was sold." "Do you think you deserve to cum, L024?" the young man asked. "I know that surgery has greatly increased your sex drive. You have to be about bursting at this point." "Only if Master thinks I have earned that right," L024 replied. "My body is your property now. I am here for your pleasure alone. My needs are not important." "Oh, I am going to love this one," Frank said with a smile. "Very good answer, slave." The young man then squeezed and pulled on the now docked cock of L024. "Fuck it is hard to believe you were once hung. This is a micro-nub now. I hate to admit it, but Burt was right. You do look better this way." "It still works for urination," the attendant said. "But the erectile tissue does not exist. It can only be stimulated through its prostate. However, that was deadened during the docking and enhancement process. It can still orgasm, but only with intense stimulation in its ass. Its sperm potency has been enhanced, and its loads will be thicker and have more volume." "I am glad you can still cum," Frank said with a grin. "It means you might get rewarded if you endure a long, rough fuck. Right slave?" "Yes, Master," L024 replied. "We might even milk you and turn you into a cash cow," Frank said as he patted the slave's face and smiled. "You are going to provide me with a lot of pleasure." "Yes, Master," L024 replied. "That is my goal, Master." "They have each had their implants installed in their neck," the attendant said as he handed Frank a small box. "You can pair them with a proximity sensor system or trigger them with that device. As requested, the toxin is not lethal but will render the slave immobile for up to six hours. They have both been told about their devices and the consequences of non-compliance with their owner's wishes." "Excellent," Frank said. "Well, slaves, let's get you to your new home." The young man turned and walked down the steps to his truck, and the guards escorted the slaves behind him. When they reached the vehicle, a cage in the back was opened. As the heavy gate creaked and swung aside, the two attendants helped place F385 inside. L024 moved to follow it, but Frank grabbed the slave's arm. "You can ride in the passenger seat with me, L024. I've read your psych profile and am not concerned about an attempt at violence. We need to talk, too." "Thank you, Master," L024 replied as Frank locked the cage and moved to the front to enter the truck. The attendants stood behind L024 as it approached the passenger door. When opened, it was helped inside. With its arms still locked behind its back, it was awkward, but once it was in place and secured with a seatbelt, the door was closed, and the attendants waved as they left. Frank waved back as he started the engine and turned on the air conditioning. "It's a hot one out there today," he said as he put the truck in gear and drove out of the facility. "I bet all that fur on you makes you perpetually warm." "Yes, Master," L024 said as it adjusted its arms behind its back. "I am pleased to start my new life with you today. Thank you for buying me." "You have a good attitude, slave," Frank said. "I am looking forward to you serving Burt and me. I love a furry little cub. It looks like they dyed your chest hair a little darker. I like that. You smell good, too." "Thank you, Master," L024 replied. "How do you like all of your modifications?" Frank asked. "Those piercings look hot on you." "Thank you, Master," L024 replied. "As a slave, I am happy that you have modified my body to meet your needs and please you. The piercings are a nice touch, Sir. I had always considered getting nipple piercings, though the change in my cock has taken some getting used to." "Nub, slave," Frank replied. "Men like Burt and me have cocks or dicks. Slaves have nubs if they are allowed to have anything at all. And yours is definitely nothing to look at anymore. You will refer to it as that, and your ass is your pussy. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master," L024 replied. "I understand. Only true men like yourself and Master Burt have cocks used for pleasure." "You are a fast learner, slave," Frank said. "And you will refer to my uncle as Lord. Master is fine when you address me. "Understood, Master," L024 said as it looked down and saw it was dribbling onto the seat. "I am sorry about the precum. My tiny nub never stops leaking now." "It's ok, slave," Frank said with a smile. "You can't stain the seats in this old thing. Besides, you will have the honor of licking them clean when we get home." "Yes, Master," L024 replied. "I am ready to see my new home. I am sure this future will be better for me compared to what I had to look forward to in Iowa." "Your former life is over," Frank interrupted. "Now that you have been purchased and modified, you are nothing but property. You have no rights. Do you understand this?" "Yes, Master." "I don't care about your past or if you had a family before. That is all meaningless, as is whatever your former name was. Your designation is your identity now, though I think I will call you Gimp. Consider today your new birthday. You have no past beyond the time you sat in this truck." "Yes, Master." "Your brother slave was bought to work in the field with our current slave. You, however, were purchased solely for use as a sex gimp. Your life will be dedicated to my and my uncle's pleasure. You will do anything we ask you to do without hesitation, no matter how perverse. As you said, your needs are meaningless. However, I am not without some compassion. If you please us both and behave, you will be given privileges around the house and might even be granted orgasms for exemplary behavior from time to time." "I understand, Master." "Do you have questions for me?" Frank asked. "Will I be sleeping in a cage like at the market, Master?" "No," Frank replied. "The slaves sleep in the barn. You each have a large stall with a hay bed. But, if you misbehave, we have a basement cellar where you can be chained to the wall and punished." "I understand, Master," L024 replied. "Master is very generous." "You will be well fed, too," Frank continued. "I want you to keep your husky frame. I like a chunky slave. But, I expect you to be well-groomed and presentable at all times. There is a bathroom in the barn so that you can shower daily. While you smell good now, we do not allow our slaves to use deodorant or oils. Like Burt and me, you will wear your natural musk." "I understand, Master," L024 replied. "I want my body to please you and my Lord." Frank smiled. "Good, slave." The drive to Burt's farm took an hour. The truck sent up plumes of dust as it traveled down the farm roads, and L024 was reminded of home and the trails it used to drive around the family property. When they finally arrived, L024 saw the cattle in a far field and a large, tanned, naked man with a cowboy hat and boots behind them. "Is that your current slave, Master?" L024 asked. "It is," Frank replied. "Burt purchased it several years ago. Officially, its name is C856, but I call it Cee. You should get to know Cee as soon as you can. It knows the lay of the land and our rules. It is knowledgeable and obedient and will teach you what you need to know. I think you two will get along very well." "Yes, Master," L024 replied. "I am sure we will." As the truck turned a sharp curve on the dirt driveway, Burt appeared outside a large, faded, red-colored barn. Frank waved as he brought the truck to a stop and jumped out. As he walked around to help L024 to exit, Burt approached, wiping the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief. "Did you have any issues?" "No," Frank replied. "Everything went smoothly." L024 stumbled as it exited the vehicle, but Frank caught it and steadied it as he moved to the back of the truck to release F385. "Stand at attention, and let me look at you, gimp!" Burt barked at L024 as the slave neared him. L024 reacted immediately by spreading its legs as much as possible in its shackles, thrusting its chest out, and looking straight forward. It was a move that it had been forced to practice the last few days at the processing facility. Burt bit his lip and looked up and down the slave's body as he walked around it. Facing the slave again, he grabbed L024's large testicles and squeezed them tightly. The slave closed its eyes and grunted softly. "I do like the look of a docked slave," Frank replied. "And its sack feels heavy and full, but look at all that hair!" "Oh hush, Burt," Frank said as he moved to unlock the cage in the back of the truck and help F385 reach the ground. "I think the gimp looks hot as hell. I am looking forward to breaking it in as soon as possible." Burt frowned and moved around to the slave's ass. He licked his fingers, shoved them in L024's hole, and pushed deep. "The pussy ain't very tight, either, but it should still make for good breeding." L024 tried to relax as its ass was probed, but the wide rough fingers of Burt were not pleasant. When the digits were removed, the slave took a breath and moved back into position as the older man walked over to examine the other slave. "Well, you look a bit different, don't you?" Burt said with a chuckle as he saw the larger slave standing tall with its former nuts around its neck. "How do you feel about displaying your castrated balls like that?" F385 just sneered and stayed silent. "I asked you a question, slave!" Burt shouted as he pulled a leather strap from his back pocket. Quickly, the older man moved around and brought the strap down hard on the slave's bare ass. The impact was loud and caused a ripple in the skin and fat of the beast. F385 fell forward, then turned and spat on the man. "Fuck you, asshole!" "Excuse me!" Burt growled. The older man motioned to Frank, who handed him the device the young man had received at the market. It had two buttons on it with a selection trigger. Switching it to F385's frequency, Burt held up the box and put his thumb on a red button. "Disrespect me again, and I'll trigger this device! You will pass out, and when you wake up, you will find yourself nullified down there and pissing out of a hole below your ass. I'll strip every bit of manhood away from you. And if that doesn't adjust your attitude, I know of far worse fates than a life of hard labor in the fields. Do you hear me, slave?" F385's fists were balled behind it, and its body was tense, but it didn't respond. "I think you need some time to consider what I just said," Burt replied as he grabbed the slave's arm with an iron grip. "Spending some time in the cellar might be good for you." L024 watched as the large man forced the slave over to two doors on the ground next to the barn and then down into the depths below. "Master, may I speak?" L024 asked timidly. "You may, Gimp," Frank said as he closed the gate in the truck and latched it shut. "What happens in the cellar?" "F385 will be chained by its hands and feet to the wall and given thirty standard lashes at a minimum with a whip. It will be denied food and given only water. It will remain in chains in total darkness until the designated time is up and then given an additional five to ten lashes before release. The punishment can leave a slave permanently scarred, but it can be worse. You do not want to go to the cellar." "I understand, Master," L024 replied. Frank walked up to the slave. He pulled a key from his pocket and moved to unlock the slave's shackles on its wrists and ankles. He then threw the chains over near the side of the barn and smiled. "Welcome to your new home, Gimp." L024 rubbed its wrists as Frank reached down, groped himself, and licked his lips. The young man then reached out and grabbed the pierced nipples of the slave and played with them. Instantaneously, precum pulsed out of the slave's tiny nub. "I've been itching to try you out, and Burt has permitted me to break you in. I haven't cum in a week in preparation for your arrival. So, be prepared to be ridden hard and used a lot the next day or so. Remember, you are my property. You are a toy for my pleasure alone. You will do whatever I say and when I say it without question. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master," L024 replied. "Good," Frank said. "Now that that is out of the way, I need to piss before I get to fucking. On your knees and open up, Gimp." L024 looked nervously upward as it got on its knees on the ground. Frank smiled as he unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down with his thumb. From behind the waistband, an uncut, white cock flopped out, nestled in a bed of ginger hair. It was averaged sized, but Frank's head was broad, and as it emerged from his foreskin, L024 brought its lips forward and enveloped it. The warm stream started almost immediately. It tasted acrid, and L024 gagged and coughed, sending piss all over its face and down its body. "Fucker!" Frank growled as he slapped L024's face. "Don't waste that shit!" L024 leaned back farther and let its Master's cock fall deeper into its mouth. It concentrated on timing its swallows, but the force of the piss was such that it still pooled and dribbled out the corners of its mouth. It made a gurgling sound as it tried to keep up, and Frank pushed with all his might to make the stream as strong as possible. This was a test of his new slave, and it was apparent that it would need much practice. As the stream slowed, L024 leaned forward again and closed its lips around the head to suckle the last drops away. It would have to get used to the taste, but it managed to swallow most of the stream near the end. "How often have you taken a man's piss before, Gimp?" Frank asked as he pulled back and flicked the last few drops away in L024's mouth. "That was the first time, Master," L024 replied. "Thank you for the honor of taking your fluids, and I promise I will do better next time." "You got that right, you will," Frank said, pulling his jeans back up and zipping them. "You will be taking my piss every day. By the end of the week, I expect you not to spill a drop, or you will be sent to the cellar. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master," L024 replied. "Get in the truck and clean the mess your nub made in my seat with your mouth," Frank said. "Once you are done, meet me in the barn." "Yes, Master!" L024 replied. In the darkness of the cellar below the barn, F385 stumbled down the stairs, propelled by the force of Burt. As the large slave fell forward, the older man pulled on a cord, switching on a single light hanging from the ceiling. The room was stale and smelled of manure. The ceiling was barely above the man's head, and the dirt floor led to a brick wall with four iron rings attached. Burt swung his strap and let it impact the slave's ass again. "Move forward and face the wall, slave!" F385 growled and balled its fists again, but it complied. When its body was inches from the wall, Burt grabbed the shackles behind its back and unlocked them. He then pulled one wrist up to the ring in the upper right of the wall and locked it in place. After doing the same to the left one, he unlocked the slave's ankles. F385 was made to spread its legs until they reached the rings on the bottom left and bottom right of the wall, where its ankles were secured. Its backside was now exposed and vulnerable. "I do not tolerate disobedience, slave," Burt growled as he walked over and grabbed a bullwhip from a hook on another wall. "No, I think I will call you Nutless from now on. Cause that is what you are. I took your testicles and will take your defiance before this ends." Unfurling the whip, he twisted it and then took a practice swing, flicking it into the air behind the slave. The whip's crack pierced the room's dead calm and caused the slave to jerk. Burt smiled. "You have earned thirty lashes," the man said as he took his stance behind the slave and swung the whip forward. The impact landed across the slave's back and made an immediate red mark. F385 had a high pain tolerance, but even it could not help but pull on the rings it was tied to and scream. "Fuck!" "That's it, Nutless," Frank yelled back. "I want to hear you. You are going to feel every one of these lashes. Scream for me, bitch!" The second hit came soon after, followed by the third. Soon the impacts were coming once every two to three seconds, and F385 began to cry and beg for mercy. "Please! Stop!" "You are going to learn to obey me, you piece of shit!" Frank replied as he continued the lashes. F385 tried to twist and protect its back, but it was useless. The impacts kept coming. Soon the skin was broken, and blood appeared. More lashes spread the blood, and droplets flew into the air with the next few hits. The pain was intense, and F385 had never endured so much in its life. When the thirtieth lash came down and the punishment ended, the slave collapsed and hung by its wrists. "What do you say to me, Nutless?" Frank yelled. "Fuck you," F385 said as it panted and felt spit fall from its mouth and mix with the tears flowing from its eyes. "I guess you need some more," Frank said as he returned to his stance and delivered another ten lashes. Each impact caused F385 to scream even louder. Its body tensed and twisted as the searing pain coursed through its body. Its back was a bloody mess with large cuts extending from its shoulders down to its lower back and over its branded ass. Frank alternated to the left and right with his swings to cover the slave's body equally. With the final swing, the man paused to breathe and spoke again. "What do you say to me, Nutless?" Frank asked. F385 was now barely conscious. It could not feel its limbs which were carrying the weight of its entire heavy frame now. "No more, please," a dry voice replied softly. "That is not what I was looking for, Nutless," Frank replied. "You are my property now. You will do what I say when I say it. You will do so without objection and thank me for how I treat you. Is that understood?" "Yes," the defeated voice replied. "You will address me as Lord, Nutless!" Frank boomed. "Yes, Lord," the voice replied. "So, what do you say to me, Nutless?" Frank asked. "Thank you, Lord," F385 replied. "Thank you for the lashes." "You are welcome, Nutless," Burt replied. "I'll have C856 treat your wounds later. You will hang here overnight without food to contemplate your attitude. In the morning, you will apologize and beg for five more lashes. Once delivered, you will be released, and you can start your workday. Do you understand me, Nutless?" "Yes, Lord," F385 replied softly. "Thank you, Lord." Burt walked behind the slave and saw the blood dripping down its pale-skinned back and over its enhanced sack. He put his hand under it and felt the weight of the fake nuts inside. "You could be a prized slave on this farm if you put your mind to it," Burt said behind F385's right ear. "The scars you will bear on your back will mark you as one to be watched. If you continue to disobey me, lashes will be the least of your worries. I will nullify you. I will remove everything that once made you a man, load you with estrogen, and turn you into a eunuch sex slave. Is that understood, Nutless?" "Yes, Lord," F385 replied. "Thank you, Lord." Burt smiled. This slave had begun the process of adapting quicker than he expected. The older man pushed his dry finger into the virgin ass of the slave, and F385 groaned as it tensed and fought the intruding digit. "Let me in, fucker!" Burt growled. F385 relaxed. It had no more fight left at the moment. As the thick finger pushed deeper, Burt could feel the grip the slave's ass was providing. "Perfect," Burt replied. "This will be a fitting reward for C856's years of service." Saying nothing more, Burt removed his finger from the slave's ass and turned around. He coiled the whip and hung it on the wall before turning out the light and climbing out of the cellar. As the doors closed behind him, F385 was plunged into total darkness. As it hung like a piece of meat on the wall, it sobbed. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-8	Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2023 16:59:50 -0400 From: Slave Bear Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 8 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Chapter 8 F385 groaned. It had never been a morning person. It helped run a drug ring in its former life and never had to wake up before noon. But here, at this farm it was now confined to, it was challenging to be motivated. As it sat on the side of its uncomfortable sleeping cot, it looked down at the bag attached to its neck. Reaching up and squeezing it, the slave felt the large orbs preserved inside. Its former balls were now just plasticized trophies suspended in a fluid. They were something that its owner could now use to mock it. Its hand moved down to feel the hairless, bloated scrotum that hung between its legs. The fake silicone testicles inside were firm to the touch, cold, and lifeless. The hormones in its system had rapidly decreased, and it felt lethargic and less motivated. Its permanently limp cock that draped over them was good for nothing more than pissing now. "Fuck," C856 said under its breath. "What the fuck have I become? I'm no longer a man." It was then that it heard feet approaching. Looking up, it saw the face of one of its owners. "On your feet, Nutless!" Frank shouted in a firm tone. F385 immediately stood up. "You have ten minutes to eat and report for work, Nutless. I'm taking Cee on a trip, so you will also be responsible for its work today. If you slack at all, you will be whipped and bred again. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master," F385 replied. "If you do a good job, you'll just be bred," Frank said with a sly smile as he winked. F385 balled its fist and pounded at the table after the young man and slave left. The jar of water shook, and the full glass beside it sloshed liquid onto the wooden top. "Fucking hell," F385 growled as it pulled both hands up to its head and ran them over its face and head. "I'm tired of being treated like a bitch!" As its hands fell, it took a step forward. It longed for happier times. Jed Star had been dealt a lousy hand since birth. His mother got pregnant when she was fifteen. He never knew who his father was. The farm he called home was several miles outside Midland, Texas, and they were dirt poor. Raised by his grandparents till age ten, he was always getting into trouble. His first brush with the law was at eleven. He got caught breaking into the local school to steal money from the safe in the principal's office. On the third infraction, he was taken from his home and sent to a boarding facility for troubled youth in the nearby town of Big Spring. That was where he met Ralph and Len. The three juvenile delinquents were soon as thick as thieves. Ralph was a portly boy. Short and stout, he had been picked on early in life and responded by punching out his tormentors. When he threw one kid out a first-floor window for calling him a name, he was sent away for anger management. Len was the opposite. Thin and squirrely, the boy was quiet and brilliant. He got bored quickly with school lessons and was obsessed with machines and making things explode. After the bomb he created destroyed the cafeteria, he spent three years in juvenile hall before being transferred. The teens became close friends within the first week that Jed arrived. Although the facility was strict, there were weaknesses in the system. The three were housed in the same sleeping room, and their jobs in the kitchen afforded them access to the loading dock and much-needed equipment. Jed soon became the trio's leader, and after much discussion, they devised an escape plan. Becoming a model resident, Len soon gained the night manager's trust, who let him stock and organize the cooking line every evening. The food waste from the facility was stored in large blue containers that were picked up twice a week in the early morning hours. Len set aside three containers and kept them in an unused pantry near the loading dock. Jed's job was to court the headmaster. It took several months, but he had worked his way up to being allowed to clean the man's office unsupervised once a week. This allowed him access to the lockbox in the bottom drawer of the large desk in the room. He had collected several hundred dollars within six months, taking only a small amount at a time to avoid suspicion. Ralph got a job in the laundry. All the kids at the facility were forced to wear pink shirts to ensure they would be recognized. However, with enough bleach and a little dye, the boy could make three pink shirts into blue-colored ones. He then made sure they were pressed and starched for good measure. The day of their escape came on Jed's fifteenth birthday. He had been given a small cake and allowed to celebrate with the other juveniles in the cafeteria. When the party was over, Len went into the back to clean as usual, and Ralph and Jed made up an excuse that they needed to put in some extra shifts at their respective jobs. The commotion of all the kids roaming around made it easy for them to slip back into the kitchen. Their friends in the facility were in on the attempt. They put pillows in the boy's beds and fooled the night count. As the lights shut down, the boys crept into the back storage room and moved the three empty containers to the dock. As they climbed inside, Ralph handed the other two their pressed shirts wrapped in plastic. Once the lid was secure, they only had to wait. It was five in the morning when the delivery van came to bring new supplies and carry away the old containers. The men doing the moving commented that one of the containers was heavier than usual, but they managed to maneuver them into the back of the vehicle and then left. The next stop was at a warehouse, where they picked up additional supplies for the next drop-off. Here, the three boys emerged and made their way to the back to hide near a dumpster. After waiting for the coast to clear, they changed into their clean shirts, split the money Jed had collected, and made a beeline for the nearest bus terminal. Their next stop was Amarillo. Life on the streets for the three of them was not easy, but with Len's brains, Ralph's brawn, and the leadership of Jed, they soon were peddling drugs, breaking into homes, and stealing cars. They got their first guns when they turned sixteen and had their first shootout with police the following year. It was their hormones that finally did them in, however. All three grew quickly, but Ralph and Jed stood out. Ralph's pudgy frame gave way to a beast of a man that was menacing in stature and covered with dark fur. Jed's blond hair spread to cover his body and sprouted to just over six feet tall. Both boys worked out regularly and challenged each other to see who could gain the most muscle mass. Jed's package stood out. He had a girthy, nine-inch cock when aroused, which was most of the time. Ralph's cock was just as thick, but his balls grew to be enormous. So huge, in fact, that it was one of the first things people noticed about him � that and the large red birthmark on his testicles that looked like a heart. With increased hormones, trouble soon followed. It started with hookers. Jed remembered the first girl he paid to have sex with on his sixteenth birthday. As they began to get into the sales of drugs, he and Ralph often traded sex for the product. Both boys soon found, though, that their need was often not met by opportunity. The first girl the two attacked was in the park late at night. Ralph and Jed had been drinking, but they both knew better. Ralph jumped and bred her, and when it was Jed's turn, she scratched his face. That DNA evidence eventually led to their first arrest. Within months, they were released on a technicality that their corrupt lawyer masterfully pulled through and were both back on the streets. Not long after, Jed met the twins. They were both brunettes with thin frames and huge tits � both boys' type. Confessed former hookers, Tammy and Ginger soon became part of the trio's drug operation and worked their way up to lieutenants in the group. They proved very smart and impressed Len, who was notoriously skeptical about everyone. The three didn't realize that the two women were undercover cops, at least not until it all fell apart. Jed still remembered that night vividly. He, Len, and Ralph were sharing a drink in the office and counting their money and product when an informant called and let them in on the women's actual background. Len panicked, Ralph was pissed, but Jed had played cool. Jed called the girls up to the office as he did on most nights, and as they entered, he locked the door. It took only a few seconds for Ralph and Len to grab and bind the girls, and then they had their way, though Jed mounted them first. He wasn't about to get sloppy seconds or thirds. When the deed was done, Ralph wanted to kill them both, but Len convinced the boy to spare the girls' lives. He had plans to sell them to a pimp he knew in Lubbock. But, during the transfer of the ladies to a van, the three found themselves surrounded by cops during their transfer. The girls had managed to get out a panic message before they were captured. At that point, their fates were sealed. Jed spent the following year in prison. He showed no fear from the first time he arrived. In lockup, you are either predator or prey, and he had no intention of being anything less than the man on top. He formed a tight bond with several other inmates and his former two friends. Ralph, however, left the facility only a month after they arrived. His anger had only increased since his conviction, and after picking one too many fights, he was sold into slavery. Len went into a deep depression and, after a suicide attempt, was transferred to another facility. That left Jed alone, and it was not long before his reputation began slipping. He decided he needed to escape. But, without the brains and brawn of his partners, he got nowhere fast. After three failed attempts, one nearly allowing him to reach the outer wall, the warden had enough. "Prisoner 20909 � Star," came the guard's voice on duty. "Front and center!" Jed had been in lockdown in his cell for twenty-four hours, waiting to hear his punishment for his last escape attempt. Walking into the hallway, he saw three guards waiting for him. "You know the drill, Star," the large man that had called him said. "Turn around." Jed put his hands behind his back and faced his cell. He wore his bright orange sweatpants over the prison-issued white boxers, and a white and orange striped shirt covered his chest. His bare feet were put in shackles, and chains were connected to the cuffs on his wrists. When he turned around again, two guards approached his sides and grabbed his upper arms. "This way," the large man said as he led the prisoner down the hall and through a series of doors. When they reached a spacious concrete room, Jed recognized it immediately. It was where they pronounced judgments for infractions behind the walls. He had been in here several times in his short incarceration. At the front, behind a glass panel, sat the warden. He smiled as Jed was brought to stand at a podium. "Jed Star," the warden began. "You are just a troublemaker. Aren't ya, son?" "Just never liked being told what to do, boss," Jed said with a sly grin. "Well, it is evident that you have no remorse for your crimes, and the facility will not put up with your antics." "Well, that is a shame," Jed remarked sarcastically. "Maybe you should just transfer me." "Oh, that is the plan, son," the warden replied. "Given your crimes and attitude issues, the state has decided you would better serve the community as a permanent slave. You will therefore be sold at noon tomorrow." "Fuck you!" Jed screamed as he tried to lunge forward. "You can't sell me into slavery! I have rights!" The warden let out a belly laugh. "You must be joking! You have NO RIGHTS! You keep that attitude of yours up, and you might find you are in for a world of hurt, son. Take him away." Jed spat at the judge as he was pulled from the room. He struggled every inch as he was dragged down another hall and out onto a loading platform. More men were waiting for him there. A large truck had parked, and in the back were naked men bound to metal chairs. "Strip the prisoner," one of the men said. "The hell you will!" Jed screamed as he struggled. As the guards held Jed, another man pulled out a curved knife. With a quick movement, he ran it down the back of Jed's shirt, pants, and boxers, ripping them in half. Two more slices were made from the neck of the shirt down each sleeve, and then the tattered clothes were pulled away. Jed stood nude in front of them, fuming. His enormous cock and balls on display. "Well, you certainly have some nice equipment, slave," the man said. "Hopefully, you'll be allowed to keep it." Jed spat on the man before a ball gag was forced into his mouth. It was strapped around his head, and he bit it hard. He was then dragged over to the truck by the two guards and locked into a seat before his hands were pulled above his head and secured. "You take care, Star," one of the guards said with a smile before slapping the prisoner's exposed balls. "Can't say I am going to miss you. But hopefully, you will find an owner to help you learn some respect." Jed looked around. There were five other men strapped into the back. Like him, they were nude, and their hands were chained above their heads. As the door to the truck closed, and darkness surrounded him, he screamed into his gag. The vehicle made its way southeast. It stopped once in Sweetwater and again in San Antonio to pick up new slaves, refuel, and let the cargo in the back piss and shit. Twelve hours later, it reached its final destination. As the door opened again, the dozen slaves inside were revealed. They were all sweaty and exhausted from the summer heat and forced confinement, but Jed still had some fight left. He lunged at the first man that approached him. "Well, look what we have here," the man replied with a smile. "I like to see spirit in a slave. But watch yourself, you piece of shit. I don't have time for red-tagged foolishness." The man unlocked the chains above Jed's head and grabbed the young man's arm. Jed was surprised by the strength of the grip. His body was effortlessly hoisted upward and thrown forward to where another man with a metal pole was standing. The man smiled as Jed neared. "Stand still, or you will regret it, slave." Jed lunged again, and the man simultaneously brought the end of the pole down on the young man's lower back. Jed felt the electricity first. It tingled for a moment before the force of the prod shot through him. The pain was intense, and he screamed into his gag as his body collapsed onto the loading dock. "Told you," the man said with a smile. "Do you need another jolt?" Jed turned and looked up. His spit had formed a foam that leaked from the gag. There was a fire in his eyes. The man just shrugged and touched the pole to Jed's inner thigh. The resulting shock nearly caused the young man to pass out. "Had enough?" the man asked. Jed lay on the ground and groaned. "Haul this piece of shit up," the man said to two similarly dressed men. "We are wasting time." Jed was grabbed and held in a standing position. The rest of the slaves offered no resistance after seeing the treatment that had been meted out. Once the slaves were lined up, they were led forward into the metal building beyond, where a man in a cowboy hat greeted them. "Welcome to the Texas Slave Market, red tags!" the man said loudly. "My name is Saul. I am the daytime manager here. Each of you will be processed and evaluated before being placed in a cage in preparation for your sale. As you are all criminals, you will feel right at home. If you harbor thoughts of trying to escape or cause problems, let me introduce you to a special piece of jewelry during your stay here." Saul stepped back as two attendants appeared carrying a large case. They went down the line, measuring the slave's cock and balls and slipping a tight cock ring around each one. As Jed's was slipped on, he grunted. The pressure caused his shaft to begin to engorge. "One purpose of these rings is to help enhance and show off your packages," Saul said. "Many of you will be evaluated as breeding stock, after all. But their primary purpose is control. Let me demonstrate." Saul turned his hand and pressed the screen on his watch. Instantly, all the slaves felt a shock delivered to their groin. It was intense. They all screamed into their gags as they fell to the ground in pain. "That was level one," Saul said. "It goes to level ten. If you misbehave, you will experience more pain than you can possibly imagine." Saul grinned as each of the slaves was pulled back from the ground and lined up again. The attendants returned carrying red tags and a metal device. One by one, each slave's ear was tagged with their identification number. When they got to Jed and clamped the tag on, the young man winced. "Your designation is now F385," the attendant said. "Remember it." "Excellent," Saul said as the attendants walked away. "Your former lives are over. Your former name is meaningless. You will respond to your designation from now on. Each of you are now slaves for life. Your death certificate has been filed, and your slave registration certificate will be processed when you are sold. All proceeds, minus the market fees, will go to the state. In the next room, you will be evaluated and receive your orientation. You will obey every command you are given or be shocked. Nod, if you understand me." The slaves all nodded. "Good!" Saul said, turning to the other men in the room. "You may take them away." A long chain was brought out, and each slave was secured. They were then led inside in a single file. As F385 entered the facility, the realization of what was happening began to dawn on it. Their first stop was to medical, where their blood was taken, and their health was evaluated. For slaves like F385, who were obviously hung, they were given a drug to induce an erection. It took only fifteen minutes for the slave's cocks to fill with blood and become rock-hard. They were then forcibly held over a bench where a jar was placed below their shafts. A prod was then shoved in their ass, and electricity was administered. When it happened to F385, the slave screamed and jerked as its cock exploded cum into the container below. "Impressive!" the technician said as he withdrew the device. "Those might be some good bull balls there!" F385's eyes were on fire as it was pulled from the bench and spun around. It lunged again but only made it a foot before the ring around its cock came to life and sent it to the floor with a thud. "That is level three," the technician said with a smile as he released a button on a device at his waist. "Stand back up and behave yourself, or you will get a level-five shock." F385's groin was on fire. It ached from being forcibly ejaculated, and the skin around the ring that had been shocked was warm and burning. Spit fell from its mouth as it pulled itself up and moved back in line. "You will soon learn," the technician said as the next slave was forced over the bench and prodded to ejaculation. Once the slaves were medically cleared and evaluated, they were hosed down with cold water and covered with a delousing agent. Red tags were notorious for bringing in the critters. F385 was exhausted. It was wet, smelled like chemicals, and its groin still ached. It was almost relieved when it was finally brought to its cage and locked inside. The slave stood there and watched as other slaves were brought in and secured. A variety of shapes and sizes of men were processed, and all had different colored tags. After about an hour, though, the first potential customer arrived. The man was older but built. His muscled chest stood out under a sweat-soaked t-shirt. "It is a beast," Burt said as he beckoned his nephew over. "Good morning, Nutless." F385 blinked and returned to the present. In front of it, L024 was standing in the kitchen area. F385 towered over it but nodded quietly. "Morning, Gimp," F385 growled back. "I need to go," L024 pointed. "Our Lord requires my ass to breed." "Go enjoy yourself, then," F385 said as it turned to the side and let the slave pass by. Continuing to the refrigerator, the slave opened it and grabbed a protein drink from the back. It did not want to waste time. It might not like its new home, but it did not want to provoke the wrath of its owner. It downed the drink quickly and then scratched its chest, letting the plastic pouch around its neck slide back and forth. "And if I do a good job, I will only be bred," it groaned. "Wonderful." F385 tossed the empty container into the trash and grabbed its boots from the side wall. Sliding them on, it grabbed its hat from a peg on the wall and headed out into the morning air to start its day. Burt's farm covered over 1,200 acres of land. Primarily used to raise cattle, there were also small areas used for agriculture and a fully stocked workshop to repair and maintain the equipment on the farm. C856 and F385 were tasked with watering and feeding the animals, construction, maintenance, tending the crops being grown, and various other odd jobs. Frank was the de facto manager, posting the day's work assignments every morning. This morning, F385 had been tasked with repairing a dam on a small river that ran through the back of the farm. It helped to form a pond that the cattle drank from. A recent storm caused some minor damage, and it would take a lot of work to get back into shape. So, after ensuring the cattle were rotated out into a new pasture to feed, the slave made its way over to the dam to begin hauling stone boulders around. It was after noon before the slave had completed most of the work. It was soaked after standing in the cold water for hours and moving heavy stones around. But it was not a bad thing in the heat of the day. As it pulled its sore body out onto the far bank, it collapsed on the ground and grunted. "Fuck this shit." F385 rubbed its eyes and then stared at the blue skies above it. It then heard a creaking sound and turned to look at the fence that marked the edge of the property line. The barrier was made of metal and wood. The slave was made well aware that it was charged and crossing it would cause the implant in its neck to trigger. But, as it gazed forward, it noticed that a tree had fallen and collapsed one section of the fence. The wires were all cut, and the wooden parts were smashed. "It can't be that easy," F385 thought as it pulled itself to its feet and walked over to the opening. Cautiously it moved an inch at a time. Aiming for the middle of the gap, it could see the field beyond and could almost taste its freedom. As it neared the remains of the barrier, it cautiously moved its head forward. Feeling nothing in its neck, it smiled. "Freedom!" F385 said as it stepped forward. F385 felt the pain in its ankle before it heard the sound. Hidden in the dirt, a trap had triggered. The iron teeth slammed shut and bit into the slave's leg. F385 let out a blood-curdling scream as it reached down and grabbed the metal device. "FUCK!" Shaped like a bear trap, its leg was caught. It fell to the ground and pulled hard, but the device did not move. It was chained to the ground, and there was no escape for the trapped animal. The boot it had on protected the tissues below from severe damage, but the teeth on the trap had penetrated and pierced the skin. Blood began to drip down inside. "Son of a bitch!" F385 growled. "What the fuck am I going to do now?" The slave looked around. The sun was high in the sky, and the cattle were in the far field. There was no one around. Try as it might, it was impossible to extricate itself. A throbbing soon began to radiate up its leg, and it thrusted its fist into the dirt. It was then that the full realization of what had happened hit it. It had been caught trying to escape. The words of Burt began to echo in its head. "Disrespect me again, and I'll trigger this device! You will pass out, and when you wake up, you will find yourself nullified down there and pissing out of a hole below your ass. I'll strip every bit of manhood away from you. And if that doesn't adjust your attitude, I know of far worse fates than a life of hard labor in the fields. Do you hear me, slave?" It knew that it was in serious trouble. At the very least, it would be sent back to the dungeon to be whipped, and worse, it could be nullified. Soon, the slave began to panic, and tears formed in its eyes. It had never been so scared before. "Fuck!" F385 screamed as it pulled and yanked on the device in frustration. Thirty minutes passed before the slave finally gave up. Its leg was going numb, and it was getting tired. Then, it heard a sound and looked over to see C856 walking toward it. "Well, what do we have here?" C856 said. "When I saw this gap in the fence, I figured you might get ideas, so I put the trap down. But I honestly didn't think you were that stupid." "Fuck you," F385 growled in pain. "I had to try." C856 shook its head as it walked over to the trapped beast. "Our Lord will send you to the cellar for this." F385 turned in horror. Its face showed actual fear. "Please don't! I can't bear that again! He said he would turn me into a eunuch if I disobeyed again!" "I don't know," C856 said. "I will get in trouble if I don't report this." F385 hung its head and grabbed C856's leg. "Please, Alpha Cee. I beg for your mercy." C856 watched as the slave groveled and kissed its boots. Kicking its foot, C856 pushed the trapped slave back and shook its head. "Don't be kissing my feet. I am not your master. I am lower than a man. I am just a slave, just like you. But I do control your fate right now." "Please help me!" F385 groaned. "I could release you, but what guarantee do I have you won't try this again?" "Please, Alpha Cee," F385 begged as it looked up. "I promise. I know I am no longer a man, but please don't let him take what I have left away from me." "Him?" C856 said in a firm tone. "Is that how you address our owner?" "I am sorry," F385 said as it fell on the ground. "He is our Lord." "Yes, he is," C865 said. "And I am still not convinced you are not just playing me." F385 looked up and wiped the tears from its eyes. For the first time, it understood that it needed to accept its new role. This was now life and death. "I am a horrible person," F385 said. "I've stolen from others. I have hurt people. I have even tried to kill people." F385 grabbed the sack around its neck and held it up. "I deserved to have my balls removed and displayed like this. It is a fitting punishment for my crimes. Please save me, Alpha Cee. I promise I'll be good." "I need more than a promise," C856 replied. "If you release me and promise not to tell our Lord, I will completely submit to you," F385 replied. "But you are already the pack's Omega," C856 said. "I want your total submission to our Lord and our Master � no more bull shit. You will wake up when required and do what you are told. You will become a model slave around here. Otherwise, our Lord will decide your fate." "Yes, Alpha Cee," F385 cried. "I promise. Our Lord and our Master deserve my respect. No more bull shit." C856 saw the real tears falling from the slave's eyes. "I know you are going through hormone fluctuations right now that lead to emotional outbursts, but I believe you. I'll keep this infraction between us. If our Master or Lord asks, I will say you were injured when we worked on the dam." "Thank you," F385 replied as it looked down again. "Thank you! Thank you!" C856 smiled as it reached down and pressed on two hidden areas on the underside of the device. With a click, the jagged metal pieces slid apart, and F385 groaned as its wounded leg began to throb. C856 then reached out its hand and grabbed F385's. A firm tug pulled the wounded slave to an upright position. "Put your arm around me, Nutless," C856 said. "I'll help you to the barn." "Thank you, Alpha Cee," F385 replied as it hobbled forward. The two slaves took nearly twenty minutes to return to the barn. When they arrived, C856 directed F385 to sit on a hay bale. Removing the boot, C856 could see a fair amount of blood pooling at the bottom and several areas where the flesh had been pierced deeply. "This will need to be treated," C856 replied. "I'll go grab the medical kit." F385 sat quietly and watched as C856 got the box, used a pail of water and a cloth to clean the area, and then disinfected it gently. The slave was careful not to cause too much pain and was sure to clean and treat the areas so they would not get infected. "Why are you being kind to me?" F385 asked. "Because you are my brother slave," C856 replied. "I told you that even though you are the omega, you are part of our pack. You and I and Gimp may be the lowest of the low, but we are a team." "I've never really had anyone consider me part of their team," F385 said. "Well, except for my old buddies Ralph and Len. But they were mostly into the thrill of breaking the law." "Your life before your purchase as a slave is over," C856 said as it began to bandage F385's leg. "Everything is now reset. From this point forward, you will be judged by your actions and behavior. You will always be marked as a castrated slave, but you can choose to act honorably and be devoted to our Lord and our Master from this day forward. If you do that, you will also earn my respect." "I understand," F385 replied. C856 finished and stood. It was tired. After spending the morning with Frank at the milking farm and hauling equipment back after lunch, it was given a workout. Still, there were chores to do on the farm, and with F385 wounded, it knew it would have to pull some extra weight. C856 reached down and scratched its hairy balls, and its cock reacted by swelling. "Your dick looks ready to rut," F385 replied as it pointed. C856 smiled. "It has been since I woke up. Had some strong morning wood today." F385 nodded and turned. It stood up and then moved to lay over the bale of hay it had been sitting on. Spitting on its hand, it reached back, rubbed the fluid into its hole, then dropped its head and took a breath. "Alpha Cee, your omega would like you to breed it." "Oh really?" C856 said with a smile as it spat in its hand and stroked its shaft. "Yes," F385 replied. "Please drain your large, virile, slave balls in me. I want to thank you properly." C856 smiled, its shaft engorged, and began to point forward. Walking over to the slave, it reached down and spread F385's ass and fingered the puckered hole. "I am not going to lie. I sure could use it." "Fuck me, Alpha Cee. Fuck me now." C856 grinned as it collected some precum and smeared it on the waiting hole. Adjusting its stance, it grabbed onto F385's ass and lined up. Gently, it pushed forward, and as its head popped inside the still-tight hole, F385 groaned. "Fuck!" "That's a good omega," C856 said as its cock slid deeper. "You are making progress." F385 closed its eyes tight. As its ass was split in two by the enormous shaft, it spread its legs wider. It submitted. For the first time, it was doing it willingly. It tried to relax as it felt the heavy, sweaty balls begin to swing and hit the underside of its fake neuticles. C856 began to pound. It was painful as the head pushed deeper, but F385 controlled its grunts and did not cry out. It knew that the alpha controlled its fate but also began to understand that it would have to adapt to survive. As it felt the firm grip of C856, it accepted it was a slave now. There was no going back. As its ass was bred deep and cum coated its insides, it softly muttered. "I am no longer a man." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-6	Date: Sun, 21 May 2023 15:59:22 -0400 From: Slave Bear Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 6 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Chapter 6 C856 drank from a bottle of water and then flexed its chest. It had put in an intense hour of weight training, and its muscles were on fire. Standing from the bench, it wiped its body with a towel, then placed the cloth around its neck as it left the exercise room and walked out into the evening air. It was still stale and warm but much more pleasant than before the sun had set. As it walked to the barn where it lived, it saw Frank in front in only a pair of damp boxers with a body drenched in sweat and flushed red. C856 paused and bowed. "Evening, Master." "Oh, hey, Cee," Frank said. "Already done for the day?" "Yes, Sir," C856 replied as it remained at attention. "Your slave put in ten hours today and decided to work on strength training afterward. I was going to rinse off before dinner if that is allowed, Sir." "Of course!" Frank said with a smile. "You know your evenings are always your time to use after you have completed your chores. I had to use the barn for a little while myself. I was breaking in our new sex slave in the dungeon." Frank turned to the barn and shouted. "Gimp, get out here!" After a minute, L024 waddled out of the barn. Its matted fur had bits of dirt in it, and cum was dripping down its legs. Its enhanced sack swung with every step, and a steady stream of precum had caused a long, thin, clear line of fluids to dangle from its docked nub. When the slave saw the massive frame of C856, it stopped cold, and its mouth fell open. "Cee, this is one of the new slaves we bought," Frank said. "Its name is Gimp." C856 nodded at the smaller slave and smiled. "Welcome to your new home, Gimp." C856's voice was deep and gravelly. It had a slight Texas twang but was soothing to the ears. Had L024 still had the ability to become erect, it would likely have been sprouting wood right then and there. The new slave looked down and saw the state of its body and felt embarrassed, but it still managed a response. "Thank you, Cee. It is good to meet you." Frank walked over to the larger slave and gently cupped the warm, sweaty balls that hung between its tree trunks of legs. "That package heavy and primed as usual?" "Yes, Master," C856 replied. "Gimp, I know I told you that slaves have nubs, but Cee here is the rare slave that I refer to as having a cock. It is a massive cock, too. Don't you think?" Frank moved to hold Cee's thick, soft shaft and show it off. "Yes, Master," L024 replied. Frank smiled and released the organ. "Cee, our red-tagged slave needed some conditioning and correction when it arrived. I want you to delay taking your shower and go down there and treat its wounds. From what I hear, Burt had to tear its back up pretty badly." "I understand, Master," C856 replied. "While the slave was purchased to help you in the field, Burt has decried that its ass is yours to use if you wish to fuck something again. I know you have always told me you have only fucked women in the past, but I promise you a tight ass is just as good. I popped my last boyfriend's cherry, which was an amazing feeling. This slave's ass is still virginal and should be a good pick. Your Lord has permitted you to use it after you treat its wounds as another way to break its defiance. Will you take him up on his generous offer?" C856 looked into Frank's eyes and thought for only a moment. It might have made a different choice if it had been offered this opportunity back when it was a free man. But, as a slave that had only experienced the pleasure of masturbation for nearly a decade, it was too good of a reward to pass up. Plus, although Frank had couched the request as an option, C856 knew it was more an order." "I would absolutely love that, Master," C856 said. "I will be sure to leave the new slave gaping and sore. Please express my gratitude to my Lord." Frank smiled and rubbed the large slave's chest before stepping back. "I will, Big Guy. You have been around longer, so show it where it is in the pecking order. Nutless is hanging in the cellar. Its name comes from the fact we had to castrate it after purchase. Though, Burt did grant it some nice fake neuticles as replacements so that you two will look similar down there from afar. However, without balls, there is no need to worry about it orgasming. Use it as your toy, and remember the gift your Lord has given you for years of faithful service. You know he is not normally that generous." "I am honored, Master," C856 said as it bowed again. "This slave is ever in your and Lord's service." "Well, I am going to shower," Frank said. "Breeding my new sex slave took a lot out of me." Frank then turned to L024. "Gimp, follow C856 down into the cellar and watch the festivities. I think Cee would benefit from an audience. When the deed is done, you two can come back up and get showered. Cee, give Gimp an orientation to the farm after you two eat dinner." "I will, Master," C856 replied. "Thank you, Master," L024 added. Frank smiled and headed to the house, and C856 turned and patted L024's shoulder as it walked by and placed its hat on a bale of hay near the barn. It then sat on another bale and tugged on its boots to remove them. L024 watched as the large slave's huge feet pulled out of the footwear and landed on the dirt below. "Damn, you are huge everywhere," L024 remarked. C856 laughed. "Yeah, I have had big everything since I was a youngin' - especially my feet. My family always hated how fast I sprouted. My cousin Patrick and I were always growing out of our shoes. Still, it helped when I was tackling men in college, though." "You played football?" L024 asked. "Yeah," C856 responded. "That was a lifetime ago, though. I went to a small school in Nebraska and was on the offensive line. Had a full paid scholarship and everything." "Oh, wow!" L024 remarked. "I bet you were quite the stud on campus. I think you are very sexy if you don't mind me saying so. I hope that is not out of line." C856 smiled and flexed its arms. "I appreciate that. Yeah, I got laid a lot back then. But, of course, I live a slave's life now." "That is true," L024 replied. "You know the first man ever to treat me like a sex slave was a senior on the college football team, and he was just as large and hung as you. His musk was just as intoxicating as yours as well." C856 let out a belly laugh. "You like my scent, eh?" C856 took the towel from its neck and rubbed it under its arms and then tossed it to L024. The slave caught the fabric and brought it to its nose and took a deep huff. "Fuck!" L024 replied as a huge glob of precum flowed out of its nub and dripped to the ground below. C856 was amused. It reached down and fondled its shaft and heavy balls. "A heavy musk is usually indicative of a lot of testosterone. You know us slaves usually have a lot of pent-up energy," C856 said. "And I'm looking forward to seeing how you use it," L024 replied. "Master has a strong scent and a ton of energy, too. He really worked my ass over today. I'll be interested to see how you rut." "I am glad Master is getting to enjoy you," C856 said. "Our Lord is training him to take over here, and I know he needed some outlet for his youthful hormones. He broke up with his last boyfriend a few months ago. But that kid was like you. A huge furball. I know Master likes that." "Yeah," L024 said with a blush. "They used to call me Cubby when I was in school. I've always been what they call bear-ish." "I like that," C856 said with a smile. "Cubby it is - at least when it is just the two of us. Around Master and Lord, I have to refer to you as Gimp. And not to pry, but are you a grower down there? I can barely see your cock. Though your balls are impressive." "Not anymore," L024 replied as it grabbed its groin. "My tiny nub is just that now... tiny." "Huh?" C856 asked in curiosity. "I used to have a large nub, but Lord and Master docked it," L024 said. "Docked it?" C856 asked. "Surgically removed my shaft and foreskin and grafted the head on the small remaining stump that was left," L024 said. "I can't even get hard anymore." C856 grabbed its groin, and its face twisted. "Fuck, dude! I am sorry!" "It is ok," L024 said. "My reproductive system still works. You should have seen the load of cum that Master fucked out of me earlier. That is what is crusted all over my chest. I have never shot that much in my life, and the anal orgasm was so intense I nearly passed out. Master and Lord had my testicles and prostate surgically enhanced, so I am constantly horny and dripping precum." "Oh, I noticed that," C856 said with a smile. L024 looked down and saw the thin clear liquid extending from the tip of its nub and suspended down to its knees. It collected and swallowed it and then grinned. "Yeah. I am always leaking now. By the way, was Master's last boyfriend named Eric?" "Yeah, how did you know?" C856 asked. "He called me that at one point while fucking me," L024 said with a smile. "Oh, geez," C856 remarked. "Yeah, he liked the kid, but they broke up about six months ago. Your ass must have been really good to make him forget where he was for a moment." "I like to think it is nice!" L024 said. C856 chuckled. "Well, Master is a nice guy overall. He has grown up around me since I was purchased. I am an owned slave, but I've always looked out for him as though he was like my brother. I even taught him about sex when he was going through puberty. Though he never fucked anything till he turned eighteen. I've seen him eyeing me over the years, but I never knew if Lord would allow him to use me that way." "So, he's never fucked you?" L024 asked. "No," C856 said. "I have never been fucked in my ass in my life. It was something I was worried about when I was first bought. I was strictly a ladies' man when I was a citizen. But, I have come to understand a slave's life is that of service. So, if Master or Lord wanted to bend me over and fuck me, I would allow them to do so. I am their property, after all." "That makes sense," L024 said. "I will tell you, though," C856 added. "While I have never done it before, I am looking forward to taking my first ass today. I was too tired to jack off last night, and my balls are heavy and sore today. A good workout usually makes me horny, too." L024 smiled as it glanced down at C856's package. "I can see that." L024 tossed the towel back to C856 and the larger slave grabbed it and smiled as it put it on the hay bale next to it. "Do you know anything about the slave purchased with you?" C856 asked. "Master mentioned it was a red tag. I know that means it was a criminal." "Yeah," L024 replied. "I asked Master on the drive over. Apparently, it has been in trouble with the law since it was a teen. It started with burglary, drug distribution, and aggravated assault but progressed to rape later. I know it was convicted multiple times and was serving a life sentence when it escaped from a prison in Amarillo. After it was caught, it was sent to the auction block. I was terrified of it when I was hung next to it after my purchase." "Well, I am not sorry it was altered then," C856 replied. "I have no sympathy for that kind of violation. And don't you worry about it, Cubby. It will never hurt you. I will see to that." "Thanks, Cee," L024 replied. "Come on," C856 said as it stood, stretched, and then walked over to pat L024's cum-crusted ass. "Let's go check on it." The two slaves walked around to the side of the barn where the entrance to the root cellar lay. C856 grabbed onto the handle of the old door and pulled, and as it swung open, L024 could see the daylight extending downwards like pillars of light piercing a dark chasm. C856 stepped inside first and walked down the staircase, and the smaller slave followed. When the two reached the floor, they could see in the shadows the form of F385 as it hung from its wrists next to a far wall. As their eyes adjusted, they could tell the slave had been whipped severely. There were numerous cuts and abrasions all down its back, and blood dripped down over its ass and leg and had pooled in some places on the ground. "Go up to the kitchen, Cubby, and look in the cabinet under the sink," C856 said. "There is a first aid box there. Please bring it to me with a pail of clean water and a towel. When you enter the barn, you can find those in the first stall to the left." "Ok," L024 replied as it turned and left. F385 groaned when it heard the voices. It lifted its head and turned to see who it was. C856 grabbed the keys hanging on a pole next to the entrance to the cellar and approached the bound slave. It then moved till it was in eyesight. "Who are you?" F385 replied. "My designation is C856. You may call me Cee. Our Lord sent me down here to treat your wounds. If I unlock you, do you plan to fight me?" "Fuck, no," F385 moaned. C856 used the key to unlock the restraints on the slave's legs first and then removed the ones on its wrists. F385 fell forward and braced itself on the cold brick wall in front before turning to face C856. The two slaves had similar builds, though C856 was slightly taller and had more muscle mass. It was apparent, though, that F385 was in severe pain and in no mood to cause any problems. As it rested, C856 saw the bag around its neck with the plasticized organs inside. "Those your former balls?" C856 asked. "Yeah, the fucker took them from me," F385 replied. C856 slapped F385's face and moved till it was inches from the slave's eyes. "Do not disrespect our Lord," C856 growled. "I'm glad he castrated you. I heard about what you did. If you had violated my sister, I would have done far worse than remove your balls. Do you understand me, Nutless?" F385 stepped back. There was a fire in C856's eyes and it looked like it was about to pounce. "We cool, man," F385 replied as it held its hands up. "We cool." The two stared at each other for several minutes. F385 slowly slumped down as the larger slave stood over it. Neither said anything until L024 returned carrying the bucket of water and supplies. "Here you go, Cee!" L024 stopped when it saw the two slaves locked on each other. "Are you two going to fight?" "No, Cubby," C856 replied as it relaxed and stepped back. "Nutless and I are cool. Right Nutless?" "Yeah," F385 replied in a nervous voice. "We cool." "It is kind of like when two wolves meet for the first time, Cubby," C856 said, keeping its eyes locked in place. "One has to establish dominance and become the alpha. Usually, it's the larger one that has the biggest balls, the strongest will, and the support of the pack. Between Nutless and I, I think we know who that is. Don't we, Nutless?" "Yeah, man," F385 replied. "Sure. You're the alpha." "And Cubby here is under my protection," C856 said pointing at L024. "He's the beta. That makes you the omega, Nutless. You are the lowest of the low in our pack. I expect you to honor our owners but you will show deference to Cubby and me. If you harm Cubby or talk back to me, Master and Lord will hear about it. Is that understood?" "Yeah, man," F385 replied. "You got it." C856 stepped back and relaxed its body. L024 did not know what to say. It had barely moved since it returned. "Now that we have that out of the way, it is time to treat Nutless's back," C856 said with a more normal-tone in its voice. The larger slave looked around the dark room and saw a large log six feet long and three feet in diameter. The side had been shaved flat, and several pots and cans were on top. Pointing at the platform, C856 looked at L024. "Clear the things off that log, Cubby. Nutless can lie down there so I can tend to its wounds." As C856 moved to collect the supplies that L024 brought down, F385 stumbled, got to its feet, and walked over to the log. After the smaller slave cleared the space for it, F385 stretched out on the log on its stomach. It let its limbs fall to either side and exposed its back and ass. "Our Lord did a number on you, Nutless," C856 said as it walked over with the pail of water and cloth. "I have never been beat myself, but I knew that our Lord used flogging as a punishment. I hope you learned that lesson. Stay where you are, and don't move. I need to clean and disinfect everything before I apply some ointment." L024 stood back and watched as the larger slave dipped the cloth into the water and gently washed the open cuts on F385's back. It was evident that C856 was being careful not to cause additional harm, which was surprising given the display that had just happened. "You are awful quiet there, Cubby," C856 said as it rinsed the towel and dipped it back into the water. "I'm just observing," L024 replied. C856 smiled. "Back on the farm, I used to treat our animals when they hurt themselves. It is important to keep a cut clean to avoid infection. Nutless here might not be as well-behaved as it should be, but it still is a valuable piece of property to our owners. And it is part of our pack of slaves, so we will treat it accordingly." F385 grunted as its wounds were cleaned. It did not say much and remained relatively still throughout the process. "It is a good thing Master and Lord had that log down here," L024 said. "It makes it easier to help Nutless rather than leaving it strung up." "Our Lord put this thing down here a long time ago," C856 said as it dropped the bloody towel in the bucket of water and stood up. "It predates my purchase and relates to a former red-tagged slave that Lord had." "Oh really?" L024 asked. "Yeah," C856 said as it walked towards F385's head and crouched down. "And it has some special attachments." The large slave grabbed F385's hands, and before the slave could react, C856 shoved them into metal bands drilled into the wood. The bands locked around the slave's wrists, and F385 yanked on them in frustration. "Hey, what the fuck, man?" Quickly, C856 moved around to the slave's feet, found the bands hear the other side of the log, and locked F385's ankles in place next. "What the hell are you doing?" F385 growled as it found itself firmly secured to the log. "So, you remember that talk we had about dominance?" C856 asked. "Well, there is another way that the alpha of a pack shows it." L024 watched as the bigger slave straddled F385 and moved to sit on the slave's thighs. F385's ass was now directly under C856's large balls and cock, which was starting to engorge. "What the hell are you doing?" F385 growled. C856 smiled as it spat on its hand and then stroked its cock. It then reached down, spread F385's ass, and saw its tight hole. A glob of spit formed on the slave's lips and fell perfectly onto the puckered entrance, and C856 rubbed the fluids around and pushed down. "Oh, fuck!" F385 shouted. "Oh, fuck is right," C856 said as it spat on the slave's hole again and began to push a thumb inside. "Our Lord wants me to help break you. I haven't fucked anything in almost ten years, but I think the muscle memory will return quickly." "Fucking hell!" F385 screamed. "Don't you dare!" "I wonder if the woman you violated said the same thing," C856 replied as its shaft engorged in its hand. "You obviously didn't care if they did." "Bitch! I ain't gay!" "That is good to know, Nutless," C856 replied. "I'm straight myself." C856's thumb moved in and out of F385's hole as the bound slave struggled and squeezed its ass tight. "Please, no!" F385 begged. "I'll be good. You're the alpha! I'll respect Lord and Master!" "I'm glad to hear that," C856 said as it rubbed its swollen dick head over the slave's ass. "But begging at this point is not going to change anything. Our Lord commanded that you will be fucked and I will be the one to do it. This is going to happen." "Fuck!" F385 screamed. C856's cock spurted out a glob of precum, which helped to lubricate F385's ass. The larger slave was unsure if it would be able to go through with this and become erect, but it was having no issue at all. The chance to give some payback for all the individuals wronged by F385 was all the motivation it needed. Soon, its shaft had swollen to its full nine inches. L024 watched from the side of the log and was amazed at the length and girth of the slave. It reminded it so much of the cock of its first master, Dom. C856 rubbed its shaft back and forth between F385's ass cheeks. Soon the mix of spit and precum was audible as the thick organ slid around. The larger slave adjusted its stance and firmly grabbed F385's lower back. Its cock was now dangling directly over the slave's hole. "Time to pop that cherry!" C856 growled. "Please, no!" F385 begged. "Don't do it!" C856 made a thrusting motion, and L024 watched as the large head emerged from the larger slave's foreskin and then disappear inside F385's ass below. "FUCK!" F385 screamed as it pulled hard on its restraints and tried to escape. "Hell, no pussy was ever this tight!" C856 said with a smile as it lifted its head and pushed down. As the cock moved deeper, F385 began to beg louder and louder. "Please, stop! I'll be good! I promise!" "Oh, Cubby and I know you will be," C856 said with a grin, looking at the smaller slave. "But, as I said, our Lord commanded me to fuck you, and I always obey him." C856 winked at L024 and then turned to face the back of F385. With a final shove, he bottomed out inside the slave and felt its huge fake nuts below. F385 squealed like a stuck pig. "Holy hell, this is an awesome feeling!" C856 said as it slapped playfully at the scarred ass of the slave below. "Your fake balls are the perfect resting place for my nice full intact ones." "Fuck you are huge!" F385 shouted. "You are ripping me in two!" "Not yet, Nutless," C856 said. "Not yet. But I will be." L024 could not help but be turned on. Its nub was now pouring precum out of the tip, and it was falling in globs to the floor below. It reached down, collected some, and tasted it as it watched the show. C856 took a deep breath and then pounded F385 three times in a row, forcing the slave's body into the hardwood. With each impact, the air in F385's lungs was expelled in a loud grunt, and it cried out as they refilled. Then the larger slave went into gear. L024 watched as C856 moved back and forth. Its large, full balls slapped into the fake ones below as it split F385 wide. "Fucking hell, this ass is so nice!" C856 shouted. "I'm gonna need to unload in this a lot in the future!" "Fuck!" C385 screamed. "FUCK!" C856's chest flushed. Sweat began to form on its skin as it built up momentum. Its muscles were still sore from its workout, but it could power through. This felt far too good. Closing its eyes, it blocked out the cries and wails from the slave below and concentrated on the sheer pleasure it felt. Jacking off was never like this. No pussy was like this. This ass was tight, and gripped it in the best way. It was soon coating F385's inside with precum, and the fuck became more intense and rapid. "Wow," L024 replied as it watched. C856 laughed as it performed. "You like what you see, Cubby?" "Dude, you fuck like an animal," L024 replied. "That's what the girls said in college," C856 replied. "And I used to have a lot of stamina, too. But this tight virgin ass is getting me close far too early." "I think our Lord will be proud of your performance either way," L024 replied. "Yeah, you are probably right," C856 said. "What do you think, Nutless. You about ready for your first breeding?" "Fuck!" F385 cried out as tears ran down its face. "My ass!" "Fuck your ass?" C856 asked, sarcastically. "Sounds like you need it!" "FUCK!" F385 screamed louder. "I think our pack's omega is ready to be christened," L024 replied. "Yeah, I think you are right, Cubby," C856 said with a grunt. "Here we go." C856 gripped F385 tightly and pounded even harder. The bound slave's head began to bounce back and forth as it screamed. Spit fell from its mouth and ran down its face as its ass was penetrated. For five minutes straight, the pounding was intense and brutal. But, soon, a tingling feeling spread upward through C856's shaft and into the slave's balls. A warmth then developed and moved upward into its abdomen. "Oh, fuck!" C856 growled loudly as it through its head back. "You ready to cum, Cee?" L024 asked. "Time for the alpha to breed!" C856 replied. Deep inside F385, C856's cock exploded. It was so forceful that it could feel the organ's contraction in its groin. C856's balls jumped, and its taint pulsed as load after thick load was delivered. "Fucking hell!" C856 screamed. "Please, no," F385 mumbled. "Oh, fuck! No!" C856 slapped F385's ass again and shoved deeper to deliver the last bits of its cum. It was breathing heavily and paused to recover. It's barreled chest was heaving and drops of sweat fell like rain down onto the conquered slave below. When it finally moved and extracted its cock, the slab of meat fell down and bounced on its balls. A mix of blood and cum coated the shaft and glistened in the light beams from the open door behind it. "You popped its cherry for sure," L024 remarked. C856 laughed as it moved to stand up and wipe its brow. "That was intense! How was it for you, Nutless? You enjoy it?" F385 just mumbled and sobbed. "That good, huh?" C856 replied as it stretched its legs, reached down, and grabbed the wet cloth to wipe its cock down. "That was amazing," L024 said. "I so wish I could have been on the receiving end of that!" C856 laughed. "I'm sure Master and Lord can do better." L024 smiled back. "So, Nutless," C856 said as it leaned down and unlocked the slave's ankles and wrists. "Where do we stand?" F385 mumbled and did not move. "What is that?" C856 said, leaning over the slave's head. "You are the alpha," F385 said louder. "And whom do you serve?" C856 asked. "My Lord and my Master," F385 replied. "And what about Cubby?" C856 asked. "I won't harm the beta," F385 replied. "Because you are lower than it is, right?" C856 asked. "Yes, Sir," F385 replied. "I am no Sir, Nutless," C856 replied. "That title is reserved for free men. We permanent slaves are just property. Our bodies and devotion belong to our masters. Do you understand?" "Yes, Alpha," F385 replied. C856 smiled and winked at L024. "See, Cubby? You have nothing to worry about. Our omega here will fall in line." "Thanks, Cee," L024 replied. "Ok, well, grab me some ointment and bandages," C856 replied. "We need to tend to our brother slave's wounds." It took a while to clean and treat each deep mark on F385's back, but when the two slaves were done, they helped the near-lifeless body to its feet. In doing so, cum poured out of its ass, and C856 smiled with pride as L024 helped to put F385 back in the manacles it was in when they arrived. The slave looked defeated and sobbed as they collected their things and left. As the door to the cellar was closed, they could see the stars coming out, and C856 stretched and scratched its balls. "Well, that was fun." "I was not expecting that at all," L024 replied. "Dude, you area beast!" C856 laughed. "I hope I didn't scare you." "Oh no," L024 said. "In fact, that is probably exactly what Nutless needed." "Well, I know it was what my balls needed," C856 said as it reached down and groped its sack. "Do you smoke weed, Cubby?" "What?" L024 asked. "Weed," C856 repeated. "Marijuana. Ganja. Cannabis." "Oh, I know what it is," L024 said. "I haven't smoked it since high school, though." C856 laughed. "Our Lord has a nice patch of it in the back field," C856 replied. "I'm allowed to use it after a long day of work, and after that fuck, I would like to unwind. Want some before I make dinner?" "Sure!" L024 replied. C856 ran his hands over the smaller slave's head and smiled. "Come on, Cubby. Let's talk and get to know one another. I'll tell you all about the farm, too." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected]
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/milestones/milestones-4	Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2023 13:43:11 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: Milestones Part 4 Milestones CHAPER FOUR: My initiation By Chaim [email protected] The story started at a young age, but in this part there will be much more sex, but still this story is building up. In chapter three there are the sexual adventures of a submissive adolescent and the changes in his life when he takes his place in his Daddy's world of BDSM. Even though this story revolves around BDSM practices and equipment, it will never be an extreme hard-core story. Please be sure to make a contribution to Nifty to be able to continue this great resource. I had been prepared on how to respond to a series of questions. And now he was to hear them. "Tommy, do you willingly enter into the service of your Daddy and become a part of his community? Do you accept you will a humble slave boy in his household, and are you willing to sacrifice yourself, at the direction of your mentors?" I said, feeling strong, "Yes, I do!" CHAPER FOUR : My initiation I watched as the men and boys, one by one began to disrobe. A body was a beautiful thing to them, not to be ashamed of. They seemed to be relieved, as their underwear dropped to the floor. The slaves dropped their briefs and the Masters their boxershorts. I felt a kiss on my cheek. It was Jim, he was a slave but had been my mentor. Jim got permission to be here with me at the Table. Eric stood next to him, proud and happy, nodded at Jim, my former mentor took his briefs from the floor and gagged me with them. The very moment I both feared and wanted had arrived. I didn't know yet what I was facing, but at that moment I felt secure. Eric looked at me, strapped to the table and struggling to get my emotions under control. The bystanders treated Eric as if he was a real Master. Eric liked the acclaim and it helped him to feel good. Daddy, who was in charge came to him, underlined his position and told Eric, "Tommy is waiting for you, Eric. He is already restrained the way you asked for and very excited about losing his cherry to you." I looked at his erection and the really kicked in. Eric would fuck me! Eric was guided down to look at me, I was now his helpless victim. Fear kicked in and I struggled, my head writhing from side to side. The gag in my mouth moist from spittle that had managed to escape as I tried to scream for mercy. The leather restraints holding me to the table creaked as I strained and pulled against them. A sheen of sweat made my entire body glow and reflect light. Eric said with a smile, "Tommy don't worry, you are at the perfect height to be fucked." Eric described what he saw to Daddy, my pink rosebud, surrounded by my two muscular mounds of ass, my hole winked and tightened with every move I made. Daddy nodded and Eric looked down at me, "You will belong to me after I took your cherry." My legs were fastened tight and wide at the base of the Table, my arms over the far side and my stomach bent on the surface, leaving my smooth ring of wrinkled muscle open as I was inviting him. Daddy's hands began to caress Eric, his dick was rock hard, he was turned on by the site of me waiting to be fucked. I tried to relax, I had no chance of stopping anything anyone did to me. The prospect to fuck me, excited him. By breeding me, he would claim me as his slave boy. Eric looked at little crowd, and along with the buildup was their presence intoxicating for him. Eric's throbbing cock showed a single drop of pre-cum that damned in the eye and slowly lowered itself to the floor. Eric was guided to my head. He slapped my face with his cock a few times and I stopped thinking for a moment and just looked at him. I couldn't look to Eric's face because my neck was collared and a chain passed below my body of the Table to a small leather band that had been fastened to my balls. If I tilted my head higher than the height needed to look at a his waist my balls would be ripped clear off. I saw Eric's cock dribbling, his teen dick impressive. Eric smiled. All those present also smiled alongside him knowing the moment of truth was there. Eric was brought back to the my ass and he went to line his dick up with my vulnerable virgin hole. Daddy who had been leading him reached out and stopped him. "Eric, Tommy will love it rough. He came here voluntarily because he wants to become a little slave boy. You can see by how desperate he is, that I'm certain he wants to be fucked by you. He's tied down and no longer has a choice. You have the power now to make him your slave-boy. It is your first time as a Master, so take your responsibility seriously. You can fuck him as many times and as you want for as long as you want and as roughly as you want. That is up to you, you are his Master now, so here is no limit how you use Tommy's body. You own him, use him until you can fuck no more." The announcement settled in silence and all eyes focused on Eric waiting for him. Eric broke into a grin. "I'm going to fuck him until my balls are empty!" The little crowd nearly exploded in enthusiasm, the only person who was not thrilled by Eric's response was me. I feared this moment, had suddenly second thoughts and shivered. I don't know why but I felt excited, I was getting hard again and I could feel a stirring in my balls. This was going to be a rough. The fear showed clearly on my face, but this was what I needed. I wanted his cock so bad in me, I wanted to be fucked by him. I had never felt so strong a sexual urge before to be fucked. It was crazy, that exciting fear, being his captive. It was humiliating, but this was what I wanted, I wanted the pain and most of all I wanted to submit to Erik. Nobody cared, my reaction was quite normal, no one expected anything different. Eric moved to me and touched my open asshole. He stuck a finger into my sphincter and wriggled it. "Fuck, how tight is that?" He asked no-one in particular. Jim came to him with an open jar of Vaseline and Eric dipped a finger in, wiping half of what he'd gathered on the side of the pot. "Thanks Jim, but I don't want him sloppy, just smooth." The finger with the Vaseline touched my sphincter muscle. My hole flinched and tightened, but the grease had stopped it being a fair match. Eric's finger steadily disappeared as my chute was entered for the very first time. Eric got his instructions, and I knew he wasn't interested in making this easy for me, despite our friendship and love, he had his own agenda, he had to prove that he could be a real Master. The single finger entry was only to make sure the my entire chute was slick with grease and ready for his teen dick. I felt Eric's steel hard cock sliding between my ass cheeks, he pressed his cock-head against my opening and applied pressure. I groaned and I gave everything he had to avoid the inevitable. My feet and hands, the only part of my body with any movement available, flapped up and down and clenched and twisted as my sphincter did whatever it could to keep him out. I groaned through my gag, "Please, go slow, please. Take it easy on me." Eric didn't care, "Yeah slave boy, just relax. I'll go slow, I'll go real slow!" He whispered in my ear and yanked hard on my collar. As he cut off my air, and he rammed his cock viciously up my hole. Suddenly the head of Eric's cock popped through and for a second, the shock of the violation so overwhelmed and defeated me. I was pretty loose, but it hurt, oh fuck you just don't cock ram a cock up a cherry ass! I try to scream but nothing comes up, I'm choking but I couldn't even think of that because my ass was ripped open. I could almost feel it tear as Eric's cock went in. Eric moaned loud no top of me, he was loving it. "Oh slave-boy, you are so fucking tight!" Eric gripped my hair and sank his teeth into the back of my neck, his roar muffled by my flesh. He pulled out his dick a little, and arching his back, ploughed all the way in, back out and in again, sinking deeper and deeper into me. I was crying by now, this is all too much, this isn't going slow and easy! It hurt so much, I couldn't believe how painful this was. My body went stiff and stayed motionless, Eric smiled to the onlookers enjoying the pain written across my face as his dick took my ass for the very first time. Eric felt like a celebrity and he backed out and pushed forward with a series of savage jerks. Each one made my head fly up, tugging hard at my balls, which were my least concern. My eyes were literally bulging from my sockets as the pain I felt over every inch of my body. My screams became long guttural internal cries for mercy, but there was no mercy coming. Eric kept shoving against me until his trimmed pubes sat against my ass. He set to work fucking in earnest, went back and forth, up and down, even wiggling side to side. Eric let fly a series of vicious slaps to my ass that left bright red marks behind. I thrashed around and tried to topple him off. But I'm tied up and he put his whole weight on me. He may not be big but he is bigger and older than me, his cock thrust hard in and out of my ass. I begged him through my gag, "Please, Eric, Master, this is are hurting so much!" I'm not sure if he understood, it didn't matter either. Eric slapped my ass and shut me up. He went wild, bucking on top of me, his cock jackhammering me with am unknow violence. The Table was squeaking and shaking, and Eric grunted, like some primal animal. "Yeah slave-boy I'm raping you, you need this, you are so queer for me you wanted me to fucking rape your brains out. You dreamed about this, it's true." The sound of our slapping flesh was so obscene. "Slave-boys are all the same, all hot and queer for me but they cry and beg. I take your cherry as a Master. Well this is what you live for, being deflowering and getting fucked. I will fuck the day light out of you!" Eric backed up his words with more slaps and harder fucks. I could just lay there, sobbing, my nails digging so hard into the Table as the pain just mounted and mounted. Eric's hand founds my dick, all shriveled up in fear and pain, and he grabbed it along with my balls. With my collar in his other hand, he pulled on both as he rammed his fuck stick from tip to base. He squeezed my balls like a vice, making me cry out and clench my ass even more. "Oh fuck, you're so tight. I claim your cherry I'm gonna own you." Sweat drips off his face, all contorted in ecstasy as he drove his cock home, ang his orgasm was no surprise, as his speed and moans became louder building up to a grand finale. He leaned forward, took one of my shoulders in hand and pushed into my ass harder than ever. I gasped, "That's right, boy," he roared in my ear. "Take it!" With a loud cry, Eric held himself hard against my ass and pumped his teen cum deep inside my virgin hole. He unloaded his cream deep inside my guts. I can feel his cock twitch so hard inside me every time he shot out fresh cum. "You are so mine now, I've fucking marked you with my cum, marked you as my property. I fucking bred you!" Erik kept telling me he owned me now, "You done good with that cherry ass, slave boy. Oh boy, my balls are still draining up inside you. When I pull my cock out of you, just feel my spunk trickle out." Eric slapped my ass and said, "You are my slave-boy, now!" It really wasn't necessary for him to spank me. I felt my loose ass was leaking his hot sperm. A chill ran through me as Eric lay breathless on top of me. "That was so fucking good!" Eric said proud, taking his dick out and slapping his dick a few times on my ass to both clean it and mark my body as owned. Eric rolled off me. He panted, sweat was dripping from his body. "That was awesome. Fucking awesome." He looked over at me and shook his head. "You are one fucking awesome, Tommy," he hesitated and added, "slave-boy." Daddy whispered, "You're forgetting something essential boy," and with that Daddy removed Jim's briefs from my mouth. Suddenly my face burned with shame, I had to tell him how I felt, "Eric Sir, I want to thank you for taking my cherry. I'll be yours and will serve you, no matter what." Daddy tousled my hair and Erik laughed happy, he was immensely proud of his status as Master. Daddy lightly slapped my face as he said, "That's my boy." Eric lowered his mouth to me, he kissed me strongly, "Remember this moment Tommy, you are now my slave-boy, and whatever you do or whatever pain you are given, always be proud to be my slave. Remember you can be proud of accepting everything courageously. Look at your Daddy he is proud of you too." Daddy gagged me again. I moaned helplessly into the soft gag, I was beginning to loose myself into my helpless submission to Eric's attentions. I was gazing up with an almost puppy-dog look of grateful arousal on my face, Eric looking down at me with a look of tenderness strangely mixed with triumph. I was utterly helpless, at Eric's mercy, and we both knew it. Eric asked Daddy, "Can I fuck his mouth, Sir?" Daddy smiled at him, "You can do anything you want with him for as long as you want. Tommy is now your slave-boy and fuck toy." Daddy walked to my head and removed Jim's briefs from my mouth and added a rubber mouth spreader so my mouth was still gagged, and my teeth were held wide. A clear round rubber tunnel was now open and available to the back of my throat. I was so exhausted and defeated I could hardly even raise my head. Eric had to hold it up for me. "Get ready, boy." Eric said lifting my head and placing his cock-head on my bottom lip. "It's time to rape your face slave-boy." Eric leaned forward a little more and in one fluid motion he thrust his teen cock inside. He had to stop halfway. I couldn't take anymore or I would gag and vomit all over the place. "Is that it?! That's how far you can go?" he asked and I tried to mumble around his dick. "We'll have to fix that, that'll be a lesson for later." He said and this clearly was meant as a threat. He began to fuck my mouth. "Yeah, take it slave-boy. Take my sweaty cock." Eric moaned and crushed my face and got his cock down my throat. My eyes popped out of my head, the onslaught of his cock into my throat. The end of the supply of air made me dizzy and finished off whatever strength I had left in me. Eric was beyond caring about anything, felt powerful, he was a Master now and owned me. He had his own slave-boy now, a warm fuckable boy with two good and useful holes available. Eric fucked happily down into my open throat, enjoying the spasms and panicked efforts to regurgitate him. Eric fucked my mouth harder and harder watching my eyes as they rolled slightly and lost focus. Just as I passed out he pulled out, slapped me into taking a large breath and lifted my head a bit and spat in my open mouth. "How does that taste? You like it when I spit in your mouth? It's all you get until I unload my cum in your throat, slave boy." It started all over again and took less than five minutes for me to surrender completely and I lost all my power to fight him. Eric held my head at his dick's height and went to town. He loved this! "Ready for my cum? Ready to swallow it?" I tried to nod as it was no use trying to talk. Erik kept this pace up for a long time, "Okay slave boy, get ready for your cream reward! I'm gonna flood your stomach, throat and mouth with my thick creamy cum!" With that, he started shooting! I thought he wouldn't stop. Eric fired volley after volley of his hot young spunk straight into my belly. It was so much that it ran out of my sides of my mouth and down my chin. Eric pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot the last couple of shots of his cum all over my face. Eric said, "Yeah, that felt good! This is how I like to see my little slave boy, with a full mouth and a cum-covered face. The fun is just beginning, you will be my cum dump. You will have more loads to go before today is out." My mouth was so tired and I was really nervous. I was wasted, my hair was soaked with sweat, my ass was marked and my wrists ankles and neck were all showing marks from my struggle against the leather restraints that held me so securely in place. Eric wiped his slimy cock back and forth across my face and said, "Tommy, I claimed you in front of your Daddy, always remember this moment, slave boy. I own you." Daddy smiled and asked, "How about another go at his ass?" Eric laughed loud, "You don't think two, Sir. One orgasm after another is enough for now, isn't it?" Daddy smiled, "So, no more?" He teased Eric with all those watching now listening intently. "No Sir. I couldn't even if I wanted to." Eric said admitting to being sexually spent. Daddy said, "In that case relax. There's a shower you can use, show Eric where to go, Jim." Eric's promise of using me again had primed me, fired my imagination. The sight of him, just a few dozen feet away, made me horny for more. I watched Eric soap up in the open shower in the corner of the Hall. I wanted to serve him, while he, Eric, my Master the object of my lust pushed soap up and down his legs. I felt the urge to suck him, please him. I shivered as he dug a hand into his ass to massage white foam into the trough between those perfect globes of muscle. I could rim him. The water washed the suds from him and I knew I needed him. Eric was wrapped a white towel around his waist. I stood there and was ready to meet the community. Eric was proud, he felt like celebrity stud for a day. Eric looked at me and exclaimed with the confidence of a new young master, "That pussy is to be fucked again!" I looked at Eric as he removed the white towel, his cock dangled in plain view. A silver cock-ring was at the base of his cock, his balls swayed underneath. He stood in front of me and looked so manly and strong. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head sharply back. "You're the lucky little faggot, Tommy." Eric spat in my face. The saliva dripped down my eyes and nose. Eric took both my nipples between his thumb and forefingers and cruelly twisted and pulled on my titties. I let out a loud shriek as he yanked on my nips. "Looks like my little slave boy likes his little nipples worked on," said Eric, as he pointed to my growing dick. He released his grip of my nipples and started to slap my dick with his hand. Back and forth, up and down, I cried out but my dick became even harder and stiffer with each harsh slap. He grabbed my balls and squeezed them. A sharp pain coursed through my body and I screamed out, half in pain, half in pleasure, "Oh please, please" Eric pulled and tugged on my balls, making my hard dick jerk and bob, "Please what, slave boy?" He ran his fingers over my cock-head and collected some pre-cum on his finger, stuffing it in my open, gasping mouth. One of the others handed Eric a leather lace and he tied the base of my ball sac tight with a couple of knots. He yanked on the loose ends. Stepped back and pulled. My restrained body was pulled forward against my wrist and ankle cuffs. My ball-sac was being pulled and stretched by the lace. My body arched forward from the tugging on my nuts. Eric held the lace in his hand connected to my balls and tugged. My balls hurt and I whimpered. A set of nipple-clamps were snapped on to my tits. Biting into the flesh around my nipples, making my nips jut out stiff. A chain connected the clamps and they tugged on the chain, making the clamps bite deeper, my chest pointers jutted out harder and stiffer. Eric took the spreader out of my mouth and pushed steel horse-bit between my teeth and secured it in place with leather straps tied tight around the back of my head. Eric had a whip in his hand in front of me. "Gonna warm you up good, little slave boy," said Eric as he dangled the whip in front of my face. It was a real whip. He was about to try the whip out on me! Eric ran the whip across my chest and dick. Daddy stood behind me rubbing my bare ass with a wooden paddle and soon the blows came fast! The whip went slowly across my chest and clamped nipples, and the paddle blistered my butt, back and forth. My spread-eagled body lurching in the restraints with each lash of the whip and crack of the paddle. I screamed out through the steel bit in exquisite pain. My body was on fire, burning red as the two Masters battered my flesh. Eric concentrated on my dick and balls with the whip. I didn't understand my reaction, but my dick bobbing and jerking in full erection at each stinging lash. Matching the stinging sensations my ass-cheeks were feeling at each loud crack of the paddle. I couldn't see but I knew my buns were crimson red as Daddy laid my ass with the paddle. Uncle David yanked on the lace attached to my nuts, pulling them out to give his son Eric full access with the whip. I squealed like a little schoolboy. Saliva dripped from my lips, the steel bit kept my mouth open. My hard dick was soon bright red, my cock head turned purple as Eric lashed at it unmercifully. My body writhing and jerking uncontrollably as he continued to whip me. I was reaching the extreme heights of pain and felt a strange pleasure taking it. I trembled and felt my dick was ready to explode with a powerful cum-blast. Eric sensed this and stopped his lashing. "Getting off on this, huh little slave boy," Eric said, yanking my head back by my hair. "Forget it, you're here to service me, you're not allowed to come without my permission." He squeezed my balls so hard I screamed in pain. "That'll keep you from shooting your load. I warn you if you cum, I will rip your balls of," and he squeezed my balls even harder. Daddy who stood behind me told Eric, "Look at my son, your new slave-boy. I wanted to fuck my hot, sweet red ass." Daddy slapped some grease on his dick and roughly shoved some grease up my ass-hole with two fingers. Daddy rammed his, hot hard cock up my greased opening. I let out a shriek at the sudden, forceful invasion. Daddy reached around and played with my clamped nipples as he fucked my boy pussy grunting with each hard plunge. The others looking on, stroking their cocks as my own Daddy fucked me hard and deep. My boner throbbed and bobbed in front. The fear of lose my balls preventing me from expelling my cum. I was getting royally fucked. My Daddy's thick, veiny cock plowed my hole. My shrieks turned into moans of pleasure at the fuck I was receiving. Daddy grunted out loud as his cock flooded my boy pussy with his load. Daddy pulled out of my battered hole as roughly. I felt the cum oozing from my ass-ring. Jim handed Eric a long, thin whip. Eric climbed on the table and stood on top and he cracked the whip against my ass. I squealed with each stinging lash of the whip. Sweat poured over my face as I took it. The others were stroking their cocks. Spitting on me as I cried out my despair. After ten minutes, I was exhausted and worn down. Eric stroked my body and removed the horse-bit. Pete stood in front of me. Pulled my head up by my hair, his dick was staring at my face. "Time to turn you into a cocksucker, little slave boy." Eric thrust his teen dick down my throat. At the same time, Richard plunged his hard man cock up my boy-pussy. I was indeed stuck at both ends. Richard behind me savagely fucked my butt as he fucked my mouth. I was like a rag doll as the two young men fucked my holes. Eric was holding my head by the hair as he thrust his dick in and out of my mouth. Richard smacked my ass cheeks with his hand as he drove his cock in and out of my wide open pussy. A few minutes and Richard spewed his cum-load into my ass. He pulled out and an unknown boy young immediately took his place. Ramming his ready dick up my cum-filled asshole as he started his fuck. Shoving his little inches in and out of my battered, open hole. All the while, Eric continued pumping his cock down my throat. Slapping my face with his meat, then ramming it back in my mouth. The young boy blasted his juice in my drippy asshole quicker than the first. Now it was Eric's turn. He released his grip of my hair, and my head falling down. With one powerful thrust, Pete rammed his teen dick deep inside my sloppy hole. He rode me like a wild stallion. Long and hard, deep and fast. Fucking my boy-pussy with wild abandon. Making me feel every inch of his dick. I bucked and writhed to meet his fuck thrusts. I begged for it, "Fuck me Eric, yeah, fuck the shit out of your little slave boy." Eric's balls banged my ass with each fuck plunge, went deep into my bowels. Stuffing my boy-pussy with his dick. Eric rammed his cock in and out. "Yeah," he urged. "Take my dick." Eric continued to fuck me. With a howl, Eric's cock swelled even larger inside my ass, he blasted volleys of thick cum-ropes inside my ass, gushing the inside of my bowels. Eric's cum was oozing out my dilated ass with each heavy cum-blast. Eric kept his spent dick inside my butt. He waved to one of the young naked slave boys to bring over a glass bowl. He withdrew his dick from my filled hole and ordered me to expel the contents in my butt into the bowl. All the cum gushed out of my well-worn hole. "Add your own worthless cum, slave boy," he ordered and began whipping my ass as I jerked on my throbbing dick. It didn't take long for me to blow my load. Spurting my cum-shots into the bowl. Daddy lifted up the bowl to my mouth. "Open up, slave boy." He lifted the bowl and I guzzled down the mixture of cum. Eric took the bowl from my Daddy and poured the last half over my head, as a final act of humiliation. My body was sore and bruised. I felt strangely empty. My face and hair and chest dripping wet from the cum shower. All I could say was "Thank you, Sir." Daddy stroked my hair, "You're just started, Tommy. It takes an act of courage to admit just what you really are, but you don't worry about it, Eric will teach you. Your training will be rigorous and will probably confuse you at times. A submissive boy like you lives to be dominated and humiliated. You have to be always ready to hand control over your life to your new Master. Eric will always rule your life. There's nothing you can do to stop that, you were simply born that way." Thanks for reading! Chaim [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/milestones/milestones-2	Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2023 18:17:31 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: Milestones Part 2 Milestones CHAPER TWO: Being a little teenager. By Chaim [email protected] The story started at a young age, but in this part there will be more sex, but still this story is building up. In this second chapter there are sexual scenes of a little teenager. Nevertheless, the focus will slowly shift to the sexual adventures of a submissive adolescent and the changes and feelings in his life when he takes his place in his Daddy's world of BDSM. Even though this story revolves around BDSM practices and equipment, it will never be an extreme hard-core story. Thanks to Abdul for his fast and nice reaction. This is fiction, but make your dreams come true! Please be sure to make a contribution to Nifty to be able to continue this great resource. As a family, we were fairly close. We all lived in the same huge old house on our private estate. My Daddy and my uncle David had separate wings and kept different hours. My uncle and my cousin Eric were always up before the crack of dawn and had already done a full work out before we even got up. I was always attracted to my Uncle David. He was a real man, tall and strong with broad shoulders and impressive biceps. He could pick me up and twirl me around. My Uncle wasn't warm and cuddly like my Daddy, but I still loved Uncle David, he would tickle me and make me squirm around on the hard mound in his lap. I knew it was my uncle's cock that poked at my bottom and that just made me squirm more. I was sometimes uncomfortable around my cousin Eric. He kind of liked to bully me. We had been playmates but Eric was older, bigger and stronger than I was. He became a bully, and he liked to beat me up, but we still always played together and he was my buddy. One particular day, I was hanging out with my cousin Eric as usual. We were at our pool and swam for a few hours and lat on our towels in the sun. There was another quirk about Eric, he was obsessed with growth of his muscles and felt the need to work out daily. I didn't really care for it one way or the other but enjoyed the freedom of staring at him and would just follow along with what he wanted. My cousin was destined to be a handsome stud; he had been blessed with a great body and a dominant personality that worked like magic on me. I had always noticed that he was attractive but, being as I was so young, had never thought much more about it. He was my friend and that was where the line had been drawn, at least up until that day. While watching him strut across the green, I sort of nodded off and was then rudely awakened by Eric punching me in the shoulder and I opened my eyes and glared at him, sometimes he could be so rude. "Get your ass in gear!" he said, referring to my young still undeveloped body. Eric's arm went around my waist, and he pulled me towards him. I pushed away, bracing my hands against his pecs, doing my best to hold him at arm's length. "Thanks for the offer, but I think I will enjoy the sun," I said, I longed for this moment, but feared it at the same time. Eric looked a little surprised, then grinned, saying, "Don't be embarrassed. It'll be hot." I trembled, "Let go of me!" I shouted, "You seem to think that because you're older and in shape that I'm going to be grateful to a hang around with you. Believe it or not, I have my own life, and I don't need you to get in shape. Jim is training me." The grin on his face went from a friendly to something different. Still friendly, but a little aggressive and twisted. "Oh Tommy, nobody says no to me, especially not a weakling like you who's done nothing but tan. So relax and do what I say, or I'm going to be hard on you in a lot of ways," he snarled, grinding his hardening dick into my pelvis. Eric pulled me against him, easily overcoming any resistance I offered, and slammed his mouth over mine. Eric never kissed me before this way and I struggled in his grasp, his hands cupping my butt while he thrust against me. Eric gasped and let go of me for a moment. Finally, I was able brake away, taking the opportunity and running away. Eric was right behind me, and soon he would he was able to pull me down again. Eric's strength was amazing and frightening. I began to worry that it might not be so easy to get away from him. "Should have been practicing to run, sweetie," he sneered. "Now stop this bull shit, because there is no way you are leaving before you've worshiped my dick." He advanced on me and I darted across the green. "You 'll have to catch me first!" I yelled, trying to hide my fear with young bravado. "I love a challenge, Tommy. And you will not be able to stop me." With that he moved rapidly to me, I was so startled that I didn't move in time. Next, he got me and was dragging me across the grass towards the edge of the swimming pool as I kicked and screamed. Eric grabbed a jump rope on the way, handling me as if I was a little boy. Quickly lashing my wrists to the hand holds, he got another rope and tied my ankles loosely, with enough give for me to move my legs, but not enough to run away. "How's that, sweetie?" he taunted, standing in front of me as I struggled not to fall down. "That could be real hot, you under me all weak, taking my dick. I could fuck you if you want that!" I angrily looked in his face. "Fuck off!" I gasped, already out of breath. Suddenly Eric stood behind me, and he felt up my ass. "Your butt looks really cute when you run, sweetie." He pressed his crotch up against my ass crack, letting the motions of my hips massage his cock. "This is really hot, Tommy. I'm glad you are here with me a challenge like this is rare for me, and lots of fun." I could barely answer, and realized that I better pretend to give in so he would be able to do whatever he wanted. "Okay, you win," I panted. "I'll do whatever you say." "I knew you'll come around, sweetie. You'll enjoy it if you let yourself relax." He untied my legs and then my arms. I sank to my knees, out of breath. Thinking that I was now in no condition to put up a fight, he turned away for a minute. I was on my feet, running away again, but I tripped and fell before I could make it. I lay face down on the floor, cursing as he lifted me and carried me back. He pushed me on to the bench turned to me, and started to push his crotch in my face. I leaned back, and pushed myself as flat as I could manage. "You not going anywhere. In a minute, you'll be getting a whiff of my dick and if you hadn't been such a little snot, you would beg for it. You always act like a little boy, but look at your little dick, you like this, Tommy!" he gloated. He looked at me, and said with a smirk, "I'm hot, my dick needs some attention," his crotch was inches from my face, and I gave up to fight him. In a flash I found my face buried in the bulge of his tight Speedo, the teen scent of him was filling my nose. Eric quickly pushed his crotch in my face. "Oh yes, Tommy, my dick is in your face, and there's nothing you can do about it." I groaned, "Breath deep now, get the scent of that. You like that, Tommy? Don't move try to move your head, your mouth belongs on my dick," he said, making sure my face was buried in his Speedo. He pulled my face into his crotch and rubbed his hard dick against my face, moaning with pleasure. "I'm going to have to make you my little bitch. This is so hot I want to do it with you every day. You would you like to be my little slave boy, don't you? I'm horny all the time, you'll get my dick and give your ass, my dick gets hard just thinking about it." He pushed his crotch in my face again, rubbing the bulge of his erection all over my face. "See what you're doing to me? I want to shove my dick up inside your cute ass as soon as I get permission for that." I was completely exhausted, and couldn't even offer token resistance as he slung me over his shoulder and carried me to the edge of the swimming pool. He dropped me in the water and walked away laughing. After that I loved playing with him even when he fought with me. Eric's favorite game was to wrestle me down and when he had me pinned down he would force me to surrender to him. Before he would let me up I had to beg him for mercy and promise to do everything he ordered me to. I resisted, but deep down, I liked playing those games, because I got the chance to make him happy. He would tell me how pleased he was with me and how much better I was getting as his little servant. With his praise I would try even harder to please him. One morning, when he had just finished his shower I was looking him in the bathroom. Eric caught me staring at the lump in his tight boxershorts. "Come here," Eric whispered. I felt his eyes looking directly at my face. He got closer to me, and took me into the shower with him. In a flash we were both soaked, our underwear stuck to our bodies. Our naked skin barely an inch apart, and his wet bulge was brushing against me slightly. Eric put arms around my waist, resting one hand in the back of my waistband, feeling the crack in my ass. I felt so warm in his arms, and my soft, hairless skin was tight around his strong body. I looked up at him, turning pink and his hands pressed up on my ass, rubbing my ass cheeks. Eric pushed his growing dick against my stomach and digging his nipples into my chest. Our skin was pressed tight against each other, and Eric kissed my mouth again, pressing his lips hard on my panting mouth. It felt so hot to have Eric so eager to kiss me, and that he so desperately wanted more, his teen dick was starting to stick through his wet boxershorts. "Fuck, you taste so good, Tommy" Eric said, finally taking his mouth off me. "You're so hot." I gave him a horny smile back, his saliva smeared across my mouth. Eric plunged his face back in, grabbing my leg roughly with his hands and picking my leg up so my smooth leg brushed against his side. Eric rubbed my ass, sticking his fingers through the wet cloth of my briefs and squeezing my tight flesh. Eric grabbed handfuls, spanking me and spreading my cheeks apart. He picked me up, lifting him into the air while his teen dick settled beneath my little teen dick. I wrapped both my legs around him, letting Eric carry me and felt Eric's teen dick pulsing right beneath my ass. He whispered, "I can't wait to fuck you." Uncle David, his daddy, came in unexpectedly and yelled, "What the hell do you think you are doing?!" Eric shrugged, "Oh, you weren't here so I was giving him some love!" Uncle David got angry, "You mean you are attempting to rape him?" Eric smiled at his Daddy, "He came here, his little ass in begging to get fucked, and he's going to get it." Uncle David, slapped Eric's face, "Not from you! You know the rules. Tommy is not initiated yet as a bottom and sex with the boy is off limit. Now get away from him!" Frightened, I asked Eric what he would have done if his father had not stopped him. Eric shrugged, and said laughing he probably would have fucked me. I was shocked, but secretly, it was an exciting thought. Eric got into trouble all the time, acting like a young master and couldn't keep his hands to himself. I didn't care, but Daddy was worried. After complaints from my Daddy, Uncle David sent Eric off to a strict boarding school. Eric became much more disciplined and grew, he got big and handsome. I liked him much better since he'd been sent to that school. Eric was on the school's swim team and I loved to watch Eric's dripping wet muscles and his big bulging Speedos as he emerged from our pool. I was perfectly content to look at him lying on the grass, grinding my little dick on my towel. I was always pretending to read as I surreptitiously gazed at him. That made me horny but it never fooled Eric. He knew my desire for him. Being some years apart in age, there was still a natural rivalry between Eric and me. I was an quite innocent pubescent bloomer and Eric had grown into a young man! So I was still no match for him, but never the less he was my hero and I admired him. Eric became a confident, strong demanding boy, he was natural leader of his own group of friends. I developed into a shy and docile boy. Eric noticed this of course, but thought it was sort of amusing. Another thing was Eric had an almost insatiable need to face challenges, to prove his worth to other boys and me. One day Eric admitted to me he was fascinated by the concept of corporal punishment which he often incorporated into our games. Punishments became sometimes part of the game, or simply as a penalty for me losing a game. These punishments confused me, but became increasing sexual for me. Strange enough I somehow liked to be his victim. Well, around that time I started out thinking about Eric and other guys. Nothing turned me on more than watching strong and powerful teens. I found out that my backside was drawing their attention. I seemed to be that my best feature was my big, round, toned bubble butt. Eric told me I had an amazing ass, and I started to notice that it often got stared at by Eric's friends who came over to swim. I didn't mind, actually, I appreciated his compliment, it was nice to be good at something and it made my little dick hard. One day Eric was sitting with his friends at the swimming pool. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm soaking wet and I need to get out of these." Golden rays from the setting sun landed on him, casting shadows on parts of his body, highlighting the contours of his muscles, his buddy Simon ogled at him, spellbound. "What are you staring at?" Eric crooked his head curiously. "Your body, he is staring at your body," I said laughing, "Simon's totally into you. I can see it on his face. There's no way he can fake that." Without saying a word, Simon moved toward Eric, kneeled down quickly and lowered his Speedo, he hungrily swallowed his dick. Eric was surprised, but he wasn't going to stop him. Instead, he gently placed his hands behind his head, encouraging him on. "You two are not seriously having sex in front of me, are you?" I was shocked. Neither of them replied. They were both so into it. Eric was in ecstasy. His head was thrown back, his hands guiding Simon onto his dick, and he was gently thrusting in and out of his mouth. I was watching them, still in shock. Seeing my cousin's teen dick being deep throated. Eric's expression of pure ecstasy, and the expert cock sucking of his buddy aroused me. I started stroking my little dick in my shorts. Simon pulled himself away from Eric's cock. Seeing that it is shining with his saliva, he motioned for Eric to sit down and lean against the wooden bench. Without hesitation, he straddled Eric's cock and pushed himself down. Eric groaned in pleasure. It took Simon a few strokes to get to the root, and when he did, he let out a deep sigh. Eric put his hands on Simon's waist and started bouncing him up and down. Meanwhile, I couldn't believe my eyes. These two guys just started having sex as though I wasn't here, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. My mind was confused, my body was not, my boner was telling me, I was clearly excited by this. I moved closer to the two, wanting to take a better look. Simon bounced on Eric's dick, gathering speed. Both were moaning now. From the looks of it, it wasn't going to last long. Eric was breathing heavily and grunting loudly. Simon was furiously bouncing up and down. It seems both were so excited they weren't holding back. Eric moved Simon on his back and was pounding hard in and out of his ass. It was angry sex, but his buddy was taking it like a champ. He bit his lower lip and was taking the rough thrusting. At that rate, Eric couldn't last long, and with one last push, he slammed in and shot his load deep into Simon. It was a crashing orgasm, Eric shot his load deep inside Simon while giving out a loud yelp. This was so exciting. Simon slowly pulled himself away from Eric's dick and stood up. "Wow, I needed that." Simon smiled at me. Eric slumped on the grass, spent. He was still breathing heavily, trying to recover his breath. "Do you want a go?" Simon asked as he looked at me, "Eric's dick felt great in my ass." "What? You barely know me and you are asking to give my ass to Eric?" Simon laughed, "Well, you and Eric mess around too, right? So I suppose he will fuck you sooner or later." Simon said as a matter-of-factly. "Eric can't fuck me, that's not allowed." Both let out a deep sigh. "Is that all you think about, sex?" I teased. "Yeah, pretty much." Eric laughed. We all laughed and I felt suddenly accepted and mature. I searched the Internet and found naughty videos. I stared at it with my mouth open and my little teem dick immediately responded. One teen was really hot. He looked like me and I loved watching him bent over a table, his fingers gripping the opposite edge, getting fucked by a huge teen dick. I watched as cum run out of his boy hole and down his legs, after the teen had filled him up. Getting fucked seemed wonderful and it almost became an obsession. I had a recurring dream. I have to admit it was very weird, but I was part of the art in our house. In my dream I was Daddy's little slave boy. Eric was there too. Daddy ordered him to look at me and to stroke his dick. Eric didn't protest, pulled down his boxer shorts and gripped his cock tightly. My legs were spread very wide, and my boy hole was completely plugged with a large cock of the statue of David. I had to fuck myself on the erection of this statue. Daddy was kept me on display for Eric. Daddy encouraged him to stroke his dick as he lightly caressed the tip of his excited dick with his fingertips. A shudder ran through his body as Daddy's touched him. And soon drop of pre-cum appeared at the end of his dick. In my dream Eric went into action, he lifted me up and freed me from the statue. Taking Daddy's orders, he tied my wrists behind my back with a red rope. He also attached a rope around my neck, keeping me on my tip toes. My legs were spread as far as they would go and I groaned. Eric look my briefs and pushed them into my groaning mouth. Now Eric stepped in, his throbbing teen dick came up towards my boy hole. Eric's dick poked up and he lifted me off the ground. My boy hole was stretched and head of his dick went inside me. I screamed as he slowly impaled me on his dick. I pushed down on him, in an effort to get my feet back on the floor. Very slowly I slipped further down to the root of his throbbing teen dick. I yelled and suddenly felt an awesome orgasm rush through my body. Eric dropped me to the floor and kept my back arched and my hole open and high in the air. He brutally fucked me. I screamed again and woke up. It all sounds ridiculous and weird, but it only increased my desire to be fucked. I often searched the Internet to look at boys like me who liked to be fucked. So after school to my room and I went for my computer. I threw my shirt off and I saw Jim sitting there. Jim was looking at a site I had been on. I froze in fear and almost started crying. Jim just laughed at me, "So, why do you look at these sites?" Jim asked. I tried to deny it, "I don't look at those sites, I swear!" Jim laughed, and shook his head. "I don't care if these are your sites. I looked at this one and it seemed pretty cool. What are you hoping to be, Tommy? A slave or a Master like your Daddy?" I winced. I didn't want to admit that these were my sites. I had planned to keep it all a secret for the rest of my life, but I didn't want to lie anymore, it was useless. Jim chuckled, "Oh boy, you signed up as a slave." I blushed, I felt terribly caught, "I haven't done anything with anyone, I was just looking around. I don't know anything about those kind of things." Jim laughed, and it seemed like he was thinking about something. "Hmm, well, so you like being ordered around and used? Is that it? You want to be a little slave boy owned by a master?" Something came over me, I don't know what it was, and to admit the truth. I guess I figured that if he hadn't called my Daddy by now that he wasn't going to do that. "Yes, I guess I find the idea exciting. You do think I'm weird, do you? I know it's weird." Jim was a slave himself and now I gave in. He must have thought I had gone insane, how can anyone voluntarily choose to be a slave? I shifted my feet, afraid to say anymore. A rush of shame came over me. I didn't know what Jim was going to say or do. Jim looked at me for long time, still looking as if he had something in mind. I looked down at his crotch and noticed that his bulge was getting bigger. Slowly Jim put his hand on his crotch and rubbed himself. Jim smiled and me and said, "Tommy, if you are certain about your desire to become a slave boy, just say, 'I submit myself to my Daddy!' But you have to be absolutely sure, because from that point on there will be no turning back unless you want to give up and face the consequences. If a slave boy wants to be free, he will have to leave Daddy and the estate." I closed his eyes tight and thought about it. With that, he suddenly grabbed me with one hand and pushed me backwards against a wall, lifting me at the same time ever. I did not resist. I could not resist. I did not want to resist, but Jim saw the fear in my eyes. I could smell him. The wall was so cold on my back. Jim's other hand moved quickly to grab my dick and balls. He yanked them down while his other hand pressed my body pushing me up the wall. I was unable to move, unwilling to move. "See", he said into my face "You know your place already. No resistance from you. Fear, excitement, the desire to submit. Those are the things you feel now, but no resistance. You know you want to become a slave boy. You know your place is to serve men like your Daddy. You are just a slave boy." I knew the truth, there was no escape. "Yes sir." And I added those words "I submit myself to my Daddy! " and I looked Jim in the eyes, "and I submit to you as my trainer and master!" Jim smiled back a reassuring smile, but said, "The last part was nice, but not necessary, slave boy. I'm a slave myself and very happy about it. I'm going to be your master on behalf of your Daddy for the time being and train you." I felt a rush of excitement, but I didn't quite understand what I did. "I'll make you a happy slave boy. I do it because your Daddy asked me to do so. You have to do what I say, and I'll still be your private servant and 'Baby-sitter', but I will be your master and you will be my little slave boy." I almost fainted when he said that, he talked about Daddy about this and my Daddy agreed. I also boned up instantly at the thought and dropped to my knees. "Please sir. I will be your little slave boy, but how will it work with Daddy and Uncle David and Eric, though?" At first I hadn't thought of everyone else in the house, now I saw a lot of obstacles. Jim grinned. "Just leave that to me, boy." Jim got up and started approaching me. I was still kneeling on the floor and I looked up at him. I said "Yes Sir," He reached down and slapped my face hard enough to sting. I grimaced, it didn't hurt, but I was surprised at the sudden hit. "You are to call me sir only if we are alone. Your Daddy is your Master and Sir, boy, is that understood?" I was a little surprised by what he said but I wasn't about to say anything. I shouldn't ask too many questions. "Yes Sir, I will," I said with a huge smile on my face. Oh yeah! I wanted this to happen. I smiled at him, and he ruffled my hair. "Looks like this is the beginning of a great life, Tommy!" Jim laughed, "It's your Daddy's dream, he will be delighted to hear this." I had so many questions and was about to ask him more when Jim held a finger up to stop me. "You will speak only when asked a question. You have a lot to learn so you had best concentrate on listening. When you do say yes or no you will look the person directly in the eyes and always end with a firm 'sir' irrespective of his age or your relationship. Do you understand?" I replied, "Yes, sir," and I sat on the edge of my bed. Jim almost immediately Jim grabbed my hair and yanked me flat on my back. "Did I tell you to sit? You will only move as I tell you to move. You are not allowed to make decisions for yourself anymore and will comply at once with any order you are given." I bowed my head and replied, "Yes, sir!" Jim smiled happy, "Good boy. It is time for you to taste your first cock. Now, get on your knees and crawl over here and wait for me." When Jim came back he had Eric with him. Eric said nothing smiled uncertainly and sat on my bed. He lifted his buttocks and slowly lowered his boxer shorts. Eric's dick leaped forward. "Go for it, slave boy," Jim ordered and I crawled over to him. Eric spread his legs a little. "Now, get between his legs." I did as ordered and felt very good about it. "You get the task of taking care of Eric's needs. I have your Daddy's permission and Eric is allowed to cum during your training." I replied as ordered, "Yes, sir." Jim ruffled my hair, "As this will be the first time you are sucking dick, Eric knows you won't be very good at it. That will change with time as you will be getting a lot of practice and you will become a very good little cocksucker." I blushed, I never thought about myself as a cocksucker, but so be it, "Yes, sir." Eric's eyes went directly to the swollen dick stretching my briefs and then directly into my eyes. He pointed to the floor indicating to move to that spot. I sat on my knees beside the bed so that my still hard dick was at the same level as the top of my bed. "Place your hands behind your head!" Eric commanded, he loved this. I obeyed him. "What is that inside your briefs, slave boy?" My belly drew tighter as he stroked the downy hairs that ran from his belly button down and inside the waistband of my briefs. I said, "That's my dick, sir." Eric laughed, "It feels so good to hear you say that." Jim said, "Eric will introduce you to a real dick, but your hands are not to touch his dick. So be very careful, slave boy." I looked at Eric's quivering cock and saw that his head was wet with pre-cum. "You are going to put his entire dick in your mouth and like I said, no hands." I bent over and placed his dick in my wide open mouth, swallowing as much as I could. Jim placed his hand on the back of my head to push me down further on Eric's dick. I started gagging a little. "I don't care if you gag or not." Jim said, swallow his entire dick. Its only average size, little compared to your Daddy so you should be able to handle it easily." I did my best and my mouth engulfed his entire dick and it felt amazing! "Now, start moving your mouth up and down my dick, boy." I started moving my mouth up and down on Eric's cock, bobbing my head into his crotch and swirling my tongue around. "Yeah that's it, boy. You're a natural cocksucker." I felt proud and was giving all I had to please him. "I am about to shoot my load, slave boy. Make sure you swallow it all. Don't even think about spitting it up." Eric ordered and groaned "Oh Tommy, swallow it. Oh, fuck!" With that his dick moved forward violently and erupted. My eyes widened and I choked as his cum filled my mouth. I started swallowing as fast as I could. Even as I gulped down his first load, I felt Eric's dick shooting repeatedly, and I wondered how much there would be in his balls. I clinched my eyes as his dick gushed cum into his mouth. I swallowed convulsively, trying to keep up, but Eric was coming continuously. I swallowed twice, three times more, drinking Eric's teen cum down, another shot spewed from his dick in my mouth, I swallowed again, I was drinking his cum as fast as I could, then smaller globs shot into him. I had swallowed everything and felt proud, his dick just pulsed a few times, and Eric finally seemed spent. I swallowed a last time and held Eric's dick in my mouth, panting through my nose as he recovered. Oh fuck, I did it, it felt so damn good as Eric shot his load. I hadn't felt this good in a long time. Eric looked down and saw me enthusiastically swallowing his load and I kept my mouth on his deflating dick. "You can take my cock out of your mouth now, slave boy. You did a decent job, I know you will get better." Jim smiled, he praised me, and I licked my lips, my face was dripping with cum and spit. "Good boy, you are great cocksucker. You love to suck your cousin, you love his dick." I nodded, "Thank you, sir." I said just in case. "Good boy. You're learning." Jim's voice was a relief for me. He hadn't left me there alone with Eric and praised me. Jim was thrusting a towel at me. "Clean yourself, Eric's cum is all over your face." I clean my face and said yes to everything. I had to agree, I needed them so bad. This is what surprised me, I was his slave boy and he praised me, he actually looked happy with me. I looked up at Jim and said again, "Thank you, sir." I was happy that I was finally a slave boy and that he are using me as such. Jim hugged Eric, slapped his naked butt playfully and sent him away. I sat there on my knees and thought. I had known for a while that I was submissive. I didn't know why, I just couldn't admit it, and now it was out in the open. I trembled, and Jim gave me permission to speak. "I have been dreaming of becoming a slave boy and today, you made it happen. You took control, and yes, with Daddy permission, Eric used me. I am glad for it. I am your little slave boy and that makes me very happy." Jim smiled, "Good, because your slavery has just started." He walked out of the room again. I was still on my knees, stunned at what just happened. I couldn't believe it. Just yesterday it was all a dream, a fantasy and today it all happened. I wondered what would happen next. A thought just occurred to me Jim had said that Daddy would love this. What did that mean? Did that mean I would be servicing Daddy, too? The idea was overwhelming. Jim came back and ordered, "Get up boy. Go do your homework. Your Daddy will be in soon. You know how he gets mad if you don't have it done. Go on!" I nodded and said, "Yes, sir!" and I went to do my homework. I wondered what Jim would tell Daddy. I was scared, but had to accept my destiny. I kept thinking of the word slave boy when I was trying to concentrate on my homework. It was hard to concentrate on The Homosexual practices in pre-Christian civilization and I hadn't done much reading but I had done enough for my Daddy to be mad. I heard a voice call. I looked at my homework and shrugged it off. I closed the computer and headed for the living room. "Coming!" I was only in my briefs but made my way into the kitchen and I saw my Uncle David and Eric sitting at the table talking and laughing. I decided to make my move. I opened the door and got on my knees right away. I had never been this bold before, I was really proud of myself. Eric was telling his Daddy, my Uncle David about me, "Tommy has admitted to being a little submissive boy, he's going to focus on being a slave." Eric laughed, "No one expected otherwise, right?" Uncle David nodded and said, "Laughing is allowed, but not laughing at, you just came to see, you still have to prove yourself that you can be a responsible and good master." Eric looked doubtful, but he didn't dare contradict his father. "Tommy sucked me off, he's good." Uncle David didn't look surprised, just said, "I know, I've given Jim permission to use your ability to be a dominant boy. Treat Tommy with a certain amount of respect, the boy deserves a good master and he's still very young and inexperienced." There a strange tension in the room as Jim opened the door for my Daddy. Everyone looked toward the door. Daddy immediately stopped when he saw me on my knees and just froze in his footsteps. "What the hell are you doing on the floor nearly naked, boy?" Jim started laughing, he didn't sound nervous at all. "Long story, Sir. Looks like your little boy here wants to be a slave boy." Daddy looked at Jim like he was crazy. "What do you mean?" Jim told Daddy the story. "Sir, do you remember that website we found on his computer. Well, I decided to use the situation to discover your son's true preference. Sir, as you hoped, the boy is a born submissive bottom. Sir, your son his young and in a way still innocent, but you can enslave him." I think this was a formality, in front of the rest of the family, Daddy was always well informed and probably knew everything already. Daddy stood there for a little while, trying to think of what to say. Eric suddenly stood up and turned his laptop toward him. "Sir, this is the website that tells you how to be a slave boy or a master. I think your personal servant Jim is right, it's pretty cool website and Tommy watched it and identify himself with the slave boys." Daddy laughed, "Don't be too eager, young man, I know what you want." Eric shivered but Daddy ignored him, he turned his attention toward Jim. "So he wants to be a slave boy? Have you done anything with him to prove that?" asked Daddy. Jim smiled, "Yes Sir, as you ordered, my first step was making him a willing cocksucker. Tommy did a decent job, I know he will get better very soon. I was once in the same situation as a little boy, and was happy when they enslaved me, but it's up to you, Sir." Daddy smiled, but I was shocked! I couldn't believe this. Did this mean I would be a full time boy slave, in my own home? The reality hit me. I had to face the reality but saw Daddy was smiling. Suddenly I felt accepted and extremely happy. It seemed that at that moment, the floodgates of emotions finally opened, and the flood that came out was impossible to stop. Tears of joy were flowing down my face, my world was blurry, my mind in turmoil unable to grasp even the simplest of thoughts. I just kept sobbing letting it all out, until a soft touch on my back brought my focus back. Daddy was saying something. It sounded warm, reassuring and yet I couldn't understand its meaning. Sure, I could hear the words, but their meaning eluded me. I took comfort in Daddy's voice, until my clarity returned. "You did well Tommy. I am very pleased with you and will accept your wish son. You will be a slave boy and take your place in our household." Such warmth coming from those words. I was melting all over again. Jim wiped my tears away and suddenly I felt what truly meant to surrender. I wanted to go through all of it, right here and now, only to hear those words again, I was a slave boy and that was ultimately to my only purpose. My Daddy put his hands on his crotch and looked at me. I looked up at him with an eager face. This was my Daddy, the man who raised me, the man I loved. I was finally about to pay him back for all the things he had done for me in the years prior. Daddy strokes my hair and chuckled, "We're going to have fun with you, boy. Welcome to your new life. I need to ask you, is this what you really want?" I looked up at him, and nodded. "Yes, Sir, I want to service you and whoever you bring into to house for as long as I live." Daddy smiled, and nodded his head. "Alrighty then. Get things ready for my son's rite the passage, Jim. He needs a proper initiation." I still couldn't believe this was going on, many thoughts were going through my head, but the main thought was how badly I wanted to service them. I couldn't believe this was happening, here I am, a was about to become a slave boy in my own house. "Look boy, you may be my slave boy now, but I intend to treat you with respect, you are my son. I don't care how your Uncle and Eric will treat you, that is between you and them. The only exception is when we have guests, but you will get your instructions on that later. " Daddy looked at Jim, and ordered him, "Prepare my son for his initiation tomorrow. Is that understood?" Jim nodded his head, "Yes Sir." Daddy looked at me again, "You are to always address me as Sir and address the others by Sir and then their name. I will always be Sir." I nodded my head, "Yes Sir." Daddy smiled, "Good boy. Now sit at the table." I got up and sat at the table. I still had a hard-on, and I was amazed at how normal everyone was acting. Here it was, my family, my Daddy, my Uncle and my cousin Eric just sitting at the table eating as if nothing happened. I didn't dare to say anything, I was a slave boy. 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/milestones/milestones-3	Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2023 16:38:46 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: Milestones Part three Milestones CHAPER THREE: Getting started. By Chaim [email protected] The story started at a young age, but in this part there will be much more sex, but still this story is building up. In chapter three is about the preparation for the Initiation to take his place in his Daddy's world of BDSM. Even though this story revolves around BDSM practices and equipment, it will never be an extreme hard-core story. Please be sure to make a contribution to Nifty to be able to continue this great resource. The next day I jumped out of my bed, and Jim was already waiting in the bathroom to help me take out my butt plug. I didn't even notice that Jim's, "Good morning, Tommy, this is your big day." I was wearing a butt plug at night after I told my Daddy about my first real orgasm. That happened one afternoon when I got home, I went into my bed room and took off my shirt and shorts. Sitting on the edge of my bed I decided to try what Eric explained about jerking off. My legs were out in front of me and I began to slide my foreskin up and down. My dick quickly hardened into an erection, the purple helmet standing out proudly every time I skinned back. As usual, the glans was moist, but this time I saw a couple of drops of clear fluid seeping from my slit, providing additional lubrication, and I stroked faster. My balls got tight and I sighed with pleasure as I felt the building up of my orgasm. I continued stroking, my eyes fixed on my straining dick, and soon I felt the tingling excitement rushing through my body. I kept stroking as more sensations filled my dick. My hand was whipping my foreskin up and down as quickly my breathing came faster. The sensation became overpowering as my straining dick seemed to swell even more as I stared at it. Suddenly, a rush of powerful sensations coursed through my dick and my body, and I saw stars in front of my eyes. I was breathing hard, groaning and gasping, as my orgasm ravaged my body, my body shuddered uncontrollably. My body tensed and I squirted! My cum shot out and hit my abdomen. Two more volleys of cum expelled from my throbbing dick and landed even on my nipples. Suddenly my dick became too sensitive to touch, and my hand dropped to my side. I saw my dick jerking up and down as I felt hard throbs in my shaft and glans. I did it! My first real orgasm was a fact. I slowly recovered and went to Daddy. I blushed told him shy about my first load of cum. Daddy smiled and was very happy for me. He explained to me I had to train my sphincter, "Just in case and to be prepared, Tommy. If you turn out to be a sub there will be a master to use you." He laughed, "You are not innocent, Tommy. A master would love to take his hard male cock and push it into your boy pussy. He wants shove his cock deep in your ass and fuck you for as long and as hard as possible, and you feel his hot cum as it covers the inside of your body." I had no qualms about the fact that my Daddy wanted to train my boy hole. The thought excited me, and the thought of being fucked was very attractive to me. "Wearing a butt plug stretches your boy hole and will also prevent a guy from fucking you before you're ready." I wondered if Daddy meant Eric, who paid a lot of attention to my rear and made weird comments about my ass. Eric secretly told me, "A boy could have his hole used as his boy's pussy, real men like it that way. They like to fuck a boy into submission." I noticed his dick poking up in his sweat pants as he was talking to me and felt that my own dick was raising in my own shorts. Eric's hand automatically went to his hard dick, rubbing it along with the slow movements of his pelvis. It was an obvious motion, letting me know that he was playing with his dick. He wanted me to see it! Eric pulled his sweat pants even lower in an obvious invitation. He was completely silent though and offered nothing further. Eric was probably scared of my Daddy to ask more, but he hoped that I got the message and I would be more willing to play along. Eric smiled, he thrust his hips upward a little while watching my reaction he slapped my ass playfully. He licked his lips, maybe hoping that his motions would convince me he was ready. I only stared at Eric's thrusting body. I saw his hip movement, Eric was masturbating without physical stimulation. I just looked at his hard-on, now barely moving in his sweat pants. The fabric of his pants was pressing against Eric's dick, his missile humped upward more, penetrating nothing over and over again. I knew he wanted to fuck me, use me and make me his little fuck buddy. Eric's hips were thrusting his dick upward to fuck the air. He humped faster and faster and I stared as my cousin as he went on. I heard him release a quiet whimper and saw his legs tense. "Tommy," Eric groaned softly, he was humping his dick in the air. I watched as Eric's dick began moving like it was being stroked in different directions by an unseen hand. He grunted and thrust upward with every wave. I saw his muscles working feverishly to pump out his hot cum. I loved the pained expression of ecstasy that gripped his face as he moaned again, "Tommy," and I was sure he had an orgasm. It obviously Eric just ejaculated into his sweat pants, cum was oozing out of his dick and the there was a wide and large dark spot in front of his sweats. I watched Eric's pelvic convulsions repeatedly move upward, slowing down a bit. He winked at me and slowly walked away with a huge smile on his face. I shivered with at the thought of Eric fucking me, that thought excited me. I sighted and willingly excepted my new treatment and now, on my initiation day, my boy pussy was still loose from the butt plug. The butt plug had gotten progressively bigger. The plugs hurt at first, but I quickly got used to it and they even started to feel good after a while. Now I couldn't imagine not having one inside me. Jim praised me, "You have particularly large amount of sticky boy cum in your briefs, boy. Tell me about your wet dream." I didn't remember having a wet dream last night and said so, but I usually had at least one every night, so he would be right. Jim led me back to my bed and went out my room saying, "Wait for me, boy, will be right back." I slowly shoved my hand over my belly and thrust my fingers into the front of my briefs, gently stroking my boner. I sighted, forbidden fruits are the most delicious. I peeled my fore-skin down, slid my fingers over the wet knob of my already hard dick. I thumbed the sticky drool that had leaked from the wide piss lips. This felt so good, I couldn't stop, despite the ban on 'self-abuse'. I stretched my legs out, and my toes curled. Slowly I tried to turn over onto my stomach in an almost addicted response to the maddening tingles. I groaned low, unable to keep completely quiet. I hoped Jim didn't hear me. It took all my strength to keep from groaning out loud. I gritted my teeth from the excruciating sensation in my body. My balls needed release, my dick was hard and ready, and coated my crotch with pre-cum. Just that Jim stepped inside and looked at me, "Tommy, you are a naughty boy. You know your Daddy has forbidden masturbation. It's a good thing you haven't completed your initiation yet, because a master would punish you severely neglecting orders." I feared the worst, would Jim punish me? I feared a beating. Instead Jim gripped my throbbing shaft just under my bloated glans, and he was flicking of his thumb on my throbbing erection. I gritted my teeth, and reached up over my head to grip the headboard, as if to slide away from Jim's ministrations. I gasped from the amazing sensation of Jim's thumb grazing back and forth on my exposed cock-head. "Tommy boy, I have you under my power, so just be quiet and take it." The moment Jim uttered those words, it was if I was helpless. My cock no longer belonged to me, Jim was in charge of it. Jim's thumb tortured my wet cock-head, and I simply drove my head into the pillow and surrendered myself to whatever he wanted to do. It felt so amazing to have someone hand's on my dick. The intensity of the sensation of Jim's thumb was something different. I couldn't do that myself. This was liked so exciting. Fuck, it felt so good to be out of control. All I could do is surrender to his relentless fingers. I plunged my throbbing dick into Jim's fist, as Jim loosened his grip, my involuntary fucking instinct took over. I went for it, my rigid dick, slick with pre-cum, forced its way in and out of Jim's fingers. "Go for it, boy, just do it," he ordered, "your balls have to be empty before your initiation starts." I started to feel the pressure in my balls. My legs tensed, my toes curled and I gripped the headboard firmly and lifted my ass to drive my dick into Jim's fist. I drew up my legs and I planted my feet wide apart so I could thrust more completely. "Oh fuck. oh shit..." I groaned as low and quietly as I could, my eyes squeezed shut and my hips picking up speed. Pre-cum started seeping from my piss slit as Jim's fingers left my dick. He collected my pre-cum and swiped it across my cock-head and shaft to stimulate me even more. Jim laughed softly, "I see that you're very horny. I will drive you insane with pent-up lust, you have release your cum. Let me see how much you can cum, boy. Oh, I love seeing you cum." Taking Jim's orders made me determent to cum. Jim just sat back and milked me as I fucked his fist again. Jim reached up with his free hand to grasp one of the erect nub of my left boy tit, and that added to extreme sensation in my balls. My nipples looked more pointy as the pecs where they rested on suddenly bulged up. "You're so horny. You do want to cum, right?" Jim teased, playing with my left nipple with his fingers. Using his thumb and index finger, Jim squeezed my hard nipple. "Yeah, I love your boy nipples, Tommy. They're so sexy, and so hard. Does it feel good if I rub them with my fingers?" Jim used his other hand to finger my right nipple. "Yeah, groan for me. Let me hear that boyish moan. You already know, but you are just a little faggot, a little bottom boy who likes to take orders! You will be never be the same. You will life to satisfy the men around you." He hit lightly the back of my exposed cock-head and grabbing my left nipple hard, which made me whimper. He tortured my nipple, and brought out a bag of wooden clothespins. He removed a couple and held them open in front of my face. He asked, "Do you know what I'm going to do with these?" I shook my head no, but looked down toward my now rock hard nipples. He laughed, and said, "That's right. You guessed it!" Jim slowly brought an open clothespin down until he was holding them open over my nipple, this was driving me crazy. I was sure Jim could see the lust and eagerness in my eyes. So he slowly allowed the pin to close on my nipple, it hurt like hell but the sharp pain immediately turned to a strange new extreme pleasure. It made me thrust my head back down onto the pillow even as I thrust my hips up into the masturbating fingers of his other hand. "Your Daddy asked me to prepare you, well I am happy to do that!" Jim did something that blew my mind, with his other hand he reached over to my left nipple again removed the pin and squeezed and pulled on it. Jim in clamped both at the same time. The blood rushes back in and they were throbbing in pain. Jim pinched and twisted each nipple one at a time. The tweaking of my nipples was hurt so much, but my dick told another story though. As the assault on my nipples continued I felt my dick dripping. It hurt but put me nearly over the edge. Jim laughed, "You desperately need to cum, boy. A little nipple play make your dick rock hard." I felt pain on my left nipple as Jim pinched it hard again. My mouth dropped open in response to the pain and his tongue entered my mouth. He continued to pinch and work my nipple as he kissed my mouth. Jim used his hand to attack my nipple, his still mouth over mine muffling my painful moans. Jim suddenly stopped and said, "This is just the beginning!" He took his hand and started lightly playing with my now sensitive nipples and I moaned, but his left hand immediately covered my mouth as the light nipple play turned to serious pinching. "Good boy, you are learning" he said, and stopped again. I leaned back against the headboard, breathing heavily, I thought Jim's was going to make me cum right then and there. Jim smiled at me taking my dick between his strong fingers, "You're all wet, boy. You like this, don't you?" I didn't respond. I felt completely lost, defeated. Jim said, "Show me your strength, boy. No Master is complete without a determent slave, the same way you can't be happy without a Master. You have to learn to be strong." I planted my feet wide and gripping the bed more firmly at the same time and arched my dick towards Jim. My bloated cock-head expanded to a smooth, glassy, fat plum as my dick popped through his firm fingers. My dick throbbed in his hand and my head spun. I felt swept away, like riding a wave that was all him, his power and strength controlling how I could move and what I felt. Every inch of my body tingled, but it was too slow, I should go faster, it felt so good but it was torture. I needed to cum! "Don't worry boy," Jim said, "You'll get your cum. This is has be the best cum of your young life." My mouth was moving wordlessly, begging him to take me over the edge at the same time my mind was beyond words. My balls were tight against my dick, full with come. Jim's hand moved faster and faster, he wrapped his arm around my waist. I threw my head back and howled as my cock lurched in his hand. I yelled, "Oh fuck," and helplessly spit out four or five long, thick spurts of cum, feeling like I was pissing my bed. I whined with each ejaculation of my teenage cum. "Oh my god, oh fuck!" Jim laughed quietly behind me, and continued to thumb my wet glans, making me buck and swing my head and face into his pillow in an attempt to get through the unbearable sensation on my cock-head. I hissed and continued to whine softly into my pillow, allowing my dick to be controlled by Jim. For what seemed like minutes, Jim teased my cock-head. I not only felt helplessly out of control, my body and mind surrendered to him. My dick had never felt so intense and sensitive. "Good boy!" Jim praised me and he took a bottle of lube. Jim got some lube on his fingers. Jim really knew what he was doing, he teased me through my first ejaculation, now making me crazy from the way his fist worked me on me again. I had no control, my body was his property now. Jim knew how to make me surrender. It seemed like it took forever for me to cum a second time but I finally shot my load again fifteen minutes later. Jim didn't stop, he worked on my sensitive dick, jacking me again, making me submit. I saw that Jim was erect and hard in his sweat shorts, and saw a dark wet spot only a foot from my eyes. Every time my dick throbbed as Jim stroked me, I squealed and cursed from the demented stroke, but Jim kept rolling his fist around my cock-head. Jim focused on the twisting, milking approach, reveling in my loss of control and desperate pleas for release. The twisting produced sensations on my cock-head that made it feel like I was already right in the middle of my orgasm. Jim just kept going, stroking me exactly the same way like I had never unloaded at all. "Yes boy, cum for me, shoot your boy juice all over, do what you're told." It felt like my dick was far away from my body, and I tried to get away from the incredible sensation on his captive cock-head. I bucked like crazy, squealing my protest. "I can't stand it anymore, help, help me!" I groaned and screamed, "Oh, Jim please! Yes, oh yes!" I squealed from the overwhelming sensations on my sticky glans, with my wide piss lips spread wide, my cum burst from my dick, bolting up over my head as Jim's talented fist. He just continued to milk and drain me. I yelled, "Yes, oh yes!" as another shot hit my neck and the rest spurted across my chest and stomach, drenching me in cum. I was grossed out by having Jim's erect dick so close to my eyes, especially when Jim came spontaneously as he made me cum. The scent of Jim's cum was powerful and in all the thrusting and bucking the sweats covered boner, now sliming the inside of the shorts, bumped against the side of my face. I felt a strange excitement from the power I was exerting over him, even though he was the one who was his captive. I fought to get away from the merciless stroking, "Oh Jim please stop. Stop! Help, oh shit." My struggle was futile and the sensations on my overwrought glans continued. I yelled and cursed, and I sensed an uncontrollable response of my body. This orgasm was hotter than any climax, and I didn't know why. I groaned, squealed and thrashed around, thrusting my hips up into his fist. Jim kept going after I climaxed, working his remorseless fingers round and round my soaked cock-head, occasionally letting his fingernails scrape against the corona. Jim worked my wet, sticky cock-head bow gently, making me strain every muscle as I responded to the excruciating tickle, my head bouncing frantically from side to side, but my thrashing and bucking calmed down and eventually, I just lay there. Jim could do what he wanted to do with my body. He paused for a minute and crawled between my legs, and took a long rope that he wrapped around my dick and balls saying, "Good boy, this will would keep your dick hard." Jim took my butt plug out, leaving my hole open and fully exposed. I didn't care, I was still exhausted from my previous orgasms. Jim took his long white gym socks off and wrapped one around my eyes and then tied it, and he used the other one as a gag, wrapping it around and into my mouth. I yelled into his sock, to no avail, and sputtered defeated. Jim push his fingers up and into my ass and later he was playing with my bound dick, flicking my nips and teasing and tickling his side and just kept saying "Good boy, we are not finished yet." Jim had his finger inside me, wriggling the digit back and forth in search of my prostate gland, telling me to relax. He finally hit the spot and found my firm gland. My eyes opened wide and I tensed up. Jim smiled a knowing smile and got nearly aggressive, prodding and probing my joy spot, making me feel as if I was being masturbated from the inside. I got hard again and the rope tie around his cock and balls felt way too tight. Jim made the me cum again, stroking my dick to the same rhythm as his finger which kept fucking my hole. I groaned and grunted into the sock gag. "Oh sweet Jesus, help me." Jim ignored that and said, "I know what you need boy. "Get ready! Get ready and feel it. Empty your balls, shoot your load, squirt your cum, as they wanted all. Daddy wants your balls empty." My young body was being once again used and worked over. My desperate words were garbled by the sock gag, I was once again descending into oblivion. I surrendered, became a fuck horny bottom boy, a willing slave boy. Now bucking and thrusting my dick into his fist. Jim milked me. I knew what I needed, I wanted to be milked into submission, and Jim giving me just that. "Yeah, boy, get all that cum out your balls. Just do it!" I thought about my initiation and knew I needed empty balls, so went for it, when I came, I resist my urge no longer, and my cum sprayed out with a powerful force. "Oh fuck. Oh, holy shit," I screamed in the dirty sock cumming again. Jim kept stroking my pulsing shaft and palming my wet cock-head. Jim laughed as the cum rocketed again, another load flew out my wide piss lips. I screamed and moaned through the gag, but Jim was merciless. "Shit! I'm 'm cumming again. Yes, I'm cumming. Shit!" Jim smiled and just said, "Good boy!" My cum shot really high into the air, splattering over my head and onto Jim's arm. I loved his domination and control, but wanted Jim to stop fucking my loose hole with his fingers. I lifted my hips in an attempt to escape, but Jim's insistent fingers stayed inside me, pushing and rubbing my firm prostate gland, making me buck from the ache feeling produced each time the fingers rubbed it. I didn't know why, but I stopped fighting, I didn't try to get away anymore. I wanted to cum again and saw stars, they exploded in my brain. I was thinking about Jim's hard-on again, secretly to arouse him, to make him cum in his seat shorts. Jim continued and fuck, my dick was no longer under my control, my nipples, balls, and other sensitive parts of his body were being strummed by his greedy fingers. Oh shit, I was fucking helpless and loved it. As I started to get close to cumming, Jim attacked my prostate gland again. I was moving all over, grinding my ass, and stretching my legs and I was climbing steadily up the hill to another orgasm. An enormous surge of energy powered down my spine to my erection. I finally reached the summit and my orgasm surged up my shaft and I started to shoot. I came really hard for last time. I was really into it. I made a lot of noise as I thrashed around, squealing through the dirty sock. I bucked so much that Jim had to grasp me and hold me down. Jim was clearly proud of my efforts, "Yeah! Oh yeah, give it to me, you're a horny little fuck, shoot that load, boy. Drain yourself! You're a good little slut, shoot it, shoot it for me!" making my orgasm more powerful, it reduced me into a hapless, powerless little boy. When I finished, and even the most little slimy cum had stopped leaking from my sensitive piss lips I smiled up at him. He praised me, "Good boy, I think your balls are empty now." I looked at him as he took the sock from my mouth and whispered, "Thank you." I opened my mouth to ask him about it but Jim shook his head, "No Tommy, no more questions, you have to learn that. It is my duty to prepare you." I mumbled, "Wow, that was awesome. Thank you for using me to empty my cock and balls." He shook his head again, "Shh, did I tell you that you could speak?" I mumbled, "I really loved it!" he cut me off mid-sentence, "I told you already, you may speak when I tell you so." I was smiling at him, and parted and lips as if to speak, but Jim moved his hand and placed his finger over my lips. I couldn't really describe it, but I really was still very sensitive. I lay as still as I could, and tried not to speak and to relax. "You're growing up, Tommy, you will be an excellent slave-boy." I could tell he didn't like the idea. "Today is a milestone, Tommy." My dick remained hard, and Jim gave me the little white cloth with my fresh cum on it. I licked it up. It reminded me of the banana shakes I had at school and that Daddy put in my protein shakes every afternoon. Jim told me I was ready and gave me a fresh pair of white briefs. First he plugged me, the plug was a little bigger today, so it took a bit longer than usual to insert and get it in my sphincter before seated properly. Jim helped me with my briefs, shirt and shorts and when I sat on my bed as Jim pulled up my knee socks and tied my shoes. Jim slapped my butt and sent me downstairs. I bounded down the stairs two at a time and ran to the dining room. I slowed to a quick walk just before he got to the door so that Daddy wouldn't scold me for running inside. I had barely gotten in the door as I saw that the dining room was all decked out. My Daddy and even my Uncle David and cousin Eric were already seated. I forgot myself and ran to Daddy giving him a hug, but everything was different today. Today was my special day! Daddy spoke first, "Today, I think we can bend some rules and maybe even change some others!" Even though we all lived in the same huge old house on a private estate, we rarely had breakfast together. The rest of breakfast was kind of a blur for me. I was with my three favorite men. My cousin Eric was only some years older than me. I liked him a lot and hoped he became a good master. My Daddy and Uncle had always referred to Eric as a young man, even when we were little. While I was always Daddy's boy. Besides my three favorite men, there was Jim scurrying around. Daddy had once explained that Jim wasn't a Real Man. Since Jim obviously wasn't a boy like me either, I asked Daddy what Jim was. Daddy said, "He's our sl... servant." Of course, all these thoughts flashed through my mind in a nanosecond. I washed my breakfast down with a cup of creamy, fresh banana shake and a big glass of Daddy's special apple juice. Poor Eric had to drink, coffee milk and orange juice like the others. When I was licking the banana cream off of his fingers, Uncle David told me that he and Eric had helped Daddy make the thick creamy shake. I just grinned, and said, "Thank you. It was delicious." Eric smirked and said, "Yeah, you must have liked it. It's running down your chin." Which indeed it was. I stuck out my rather long tongue, but still couldn't get it all. So Daddy came over and wiped it off with his finger and stuck his finger in my wide open mouth. "Suck it off, boy." I just smiled and sucked and twisted his head from side to side until Daddy's finger was clean as a whistle. I loved it when Daddy fed me things like that. Before I knew it, breakfast was over. I jumped up and gave Daddy a kiss and was surprised Eric kissed me too, I felt Eric's tongue brush his lips. When I pulled back looking puzzled, Eric said, "You had a little cream left on your lips, Tommy." I smiled and hugged Eric, and said, "Thanks, Eric, I love the cream you made." As Eric laughed and hugged me back, he slid his hand down to my ass cheeks. I gently pushed in the little crease running down the middle of my oh-so-tight shorts making me moan. Uncle Dick snapped, "Eric!" And Daddy said, "Okay, it is time for Tommy to go upstairs." Jim took me upstairs to landing, and pushed me into the bathroom. He did something very strange, he removed all of my clothing, even my bull plug. He frightened me further when he restrained each of my wrist with velvet straps, "I'm sorry, be quiet. It's for your own good." Jim opened the door and brought me down I exited naked from the door. Jim whispered, "I love you," and suddenly a sharp, "Boy!" came from doorway. "Come here, Tommy." Daddy said pointing to spot just in front of him. Daddy grabbed my hand, and said, "You a good boy." With a firm grip on my hand, Daddy led me to the right wing of the house. Stopping when we reached a room, it was warm in there, but not uncomfortable. I was told to sit in silence and think on my decision, prior to my initiation. Jim didn't tell me what would happen, but I did know that it was a ritual, and that someday, I would look back and think of this as the greatest day of my life. Jim had told me, "During the initiation you will not understand all what was happening to you but you know one thing, you can trust your Daddy, without question." Erik entered the room wearing only a tight white boxershorts and he gave me a drink. He said it was a special drink, "We call it Milk of The Chosen. It is a drink from made from milk, and raisins mixed with honey en special ingredients. For the initiates, the Chosen add something that only we know about. Eric said, "Just drink it. It is very strong, but tasteful." At first taste it reminded me of Daddy's banana shake, but much stronger. I coughed at the strong mixture. It tasted also like fresh cum! My eyes began to water. Eric laughed, "You drink the cum of your Daddy, your Uncle David and myself, flavored with the fresh cum of the other Masters who will attend your initiation. That's why we call it The Milk of The Chosen!" With some effort, soon I finished the whole cup. Eric grabbed me by my shoulders and turned me to be able to look him in the eyes. "Tommy, you must trust me completely today. Nothing will be done today without a reason, for me it's a special day too. For you, some will be very painful. Always trust us, we are all here for you." With that he left the room. As I sat, I felt strange, I had never felt this way before. I heard steps on the stairs and I knew they were coming up the stairs and were assembling in the Hall. The door slowly opened and Daddy entered, together with a young man, about twenty years older than myself. They both wore white boxershorts and a black leather arm bands around their huge biceps, they looked powerful. "Tommy, this is Richard, he is a trainer and an expert. He trains for example Eric on his way to become a responsible Master and is mentoring my young slave boys." The young man looked at my nude body with a huge smile. He leaned down and gave me a warm hug. "Welcome to our community. I am so happy for you, this a important day for us!" Just the hug gave me unbelievable feelings of pleasure, as my body felt like it was sinking into his waiting arms. My dick got hard and felt warmth, he didn't seem to care to see my erection. He was just smiling. They took my arms and helped me out the door and to the Hall. I was I able to make decisions till now. I was supposed to be here, and he was supposed to be a slave boy, subject to all my Daddy and my family members. It was to explore my submissiveness, and giving myself up. That in fact, the only way to really could live! What I saw, the members of my little family and some unknown friends and their boys on the other site. A small sea of nearly naked bodied only dressed in white tight boxershorts, and some younger men and boys in briefs. So many smiling faces, I felt love, warmth, and acceptance, I belonged here. I was the center of their attention. I the front of the Hall, was large picture of me as a naked young naked man, my eyes were open, and I was looking straight ahead, with outstretched, open arms. In the picture I was looking down at my feet. I now saw the table, perhaps waist high in the middle of the Hall. Looking up to my Daddy only once, he allowed Richard to bring him to the table. With little effort, I was on my back. The table was covered with a black cushioned blanket. My arms and legs were now pulled to the four corners of the table where they were fastened by my Daddy and Richard by leather cuffs. Chains hung from the cuffs to the floor below. I was now only able to move both my feet and my legs a few inches in any direction. Up behind me an Eric gently placed his hands on my shoulders and bowed his head as Daddy moved between my outstretched legs, waiting. Richard brought what looked like a razor and a small bowl. And I remembered his Eric's words, 'trust us', and I simply tried to relax. I felt a wonderful warmth around his dick and balls. It was a cream or something. It felt wet and very hot. Very quickly, Richard took the razor and took away what little hair there was around my pubic mound. I would not be allowed to have any hair anymore there. After cleaning me up, Eric brought Daddy a black collar and bowed for him. I saw it had a ring attached. Daddy moved up to my head and raising the collar with his hands. Slowly he placed the collar around my neck, and fastened it. "You will wear the collar with pride, and we will take it easy on you." I was collared now, collared as a slave-boy. What happened next was totally unexpected. Richard came up again and stood between my outstretched legs. A small tray, everyone now gathered around me on all sides. I did not understood why, but accepted my destiny, I simply trust them. With an increasing heart rate, and rising fear, I closed my eyes. He spoke with great sternness in his voice, "Don't move, lay perfectly still, slave-boy." I obeyed, I was naked, in an X position, fastened to the Table, now facing him. Richard looked at of me, in compete dominance. He grinned, "Now I must mark you." I didn't know what he meant, but I knew I had no choice but to nod in agreement, so I did. He took a tattooing needle from the tray and plugged it in. The needle began to hum. A sudden fear hit me and I struggled in the chains, my young, smooth, naked body tried to escape. Richard ordered me again, "Stay still, slave-boy." Eric stood at my side and pushed his hand against my neck. I couldn't move. Richard began to tattoo my chest. I had never had a tattoo before, and the pain was intense. He wrote in little black letters across something on my chest. I endured the painful tattoo needle in silence. Fuck, I had always wanted a tattoo but never thought to be forced to have one, tied to a Table and marked by a Master. When Richard was done he stepped back, and Eric smiled at his work and read the text, "You marked now, Tommy. It reads 'slave-boy', isn't that great?" I nodded again my chest was burning from the needle and tears dripped from my eyes. Eric reached down and simply said, "Just accept it. It is okay to show your emotions, but accept it, there is no way back." He leaned down kissing my face and wiped away my tears and whispered, "One day I'll tattoo 'Eric's property' underneath it." Richard smiled, "You must begin your journey into submission now. it was an honor to do this to you. You will always remember this moment." Richard had placed an ointment on the tattoo. I could feel nothing there. Eric and Daddy unfastened the cuffs from my wrist and ankles, and slowly brought me up to sit for just a moment. They pulled me to my feet. A large pillow was then placed over the corner of the table. I was turned around and leaned over the corner till his chest rested on the flat surface of the Table. Standing, Daddy and Richard, again fastened leather cuffs to my ankles, physically spreading my legs, in turn. They took my wrists and pulling my hands forward and apart, and fastened my wrist again to the waiting chains. I was now exposed to everyone. I could barely move, my body was very sensitive, tingled with every touch. Even the soft rubbing of the cushioned pillow was an experiment in pleasure. Eric stroked my back and his hand went over my exposed ass cheeks. I had been prepared by Jim on how to respond to a series of questions. Now I was to hear them. "Tommy, do you willingly enter into the service of your Daddy and become a part of his community? Do you accept you will a humble slave boy in his household, and are you willing to sacrifice yourself, at the direction of your mentors?" I said, feeling strong, "Yes, I do!" Thanks for reading Next chapter: my initiation. [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/milestones/milestones-1	Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2023 21:00:36 +0200 From: Chaim Utrecht Subject: Milestones Part 1 Milestones Chapter one My early years By Chaim [email protected] The story starts at a young age, so don't expect it to start with a lot of sex. I understand that many readers want straight to sex, but this story is building up. As a start there are sexual scenes, fantasies and dreams of a growing little boy. Nevertheless, the focus will slowly shift to the sexual adventures of a submissive adolescent and the changes and feelings in his life when he takes his place in his Daddy's world of BDSM. Even though this story revolves around BDSM practices and equipment, it will never be an extreme hard-core story. Please be sure to make a contribution to Nifty to be able to continue this great resource. CHAPTER ONE: My early years I was an innocent kid with no real awareness of the sexual needs of adults around me, let alone those of my own Daddy! While others knew my little boy dick was ready, I had never even touched my boy dick beyond pulling back my pink foreskin to clean up during bath time. Sex just hadn't broken into my consciousness yet. Daddy told me I was about to learn some lessons about the needs of boys and men and that my body needed more personal attention. I didn't understood, but Jim was sent to me. Jim was Daddy's private servant an I knew he was enslaved, but nobody in our household was supposed to say that Jim was a slave. Daddy believed no one outside our household needed know, but I think everyone did know he was a Master, and respected his power. From a young age, I knew I was growing up in an all-male household. I didn't know anything other than that I was raised by 'nannies', tutors, who were all men. I knew I would remain a little boy until Daddy and his advisors decided my future. Like all good sons, I obeyed my Daddy's wishes. For me this life was very normal and very enjoyable, I had nothing to complain about. From the moment I met Jim, I was fascinated. Jim was wearing thin white sweat shorts, a matching T-shirt and a pair of flip flops. He looked super fine. I'd never seen him wearing anything so revealing and for the first time noticed that he was packing some heavy equipment between his legs. Jim seemed completely unaware of how good-looking and sexy he was in my young eyes, but he had an order to carry out and immediately got serious. "Daddy has told you of his plan and decision?" Jim asked me and I answered polite, "I am still not sure, if I understood him correctly." Daddy had told me he had asked Jim to take responsibility of my upbringing. He would live with me and from now on, he would be my personal mentor and superior. He could if necessary, punish me if I did something stupid. I had to follow his every request like it was an order from Daddy himself. "Consider Jim as your big much wiser brother. Understood, Tommy?" I had just nodded and politely agreed, "Yes Daddy". It had been too much to process, I really didn't know what was going to happen. I stared at the growing bulge in Jim's shorts. He followed my gaze and smiled at me. I blushed a bit as I felt my briefs grow tighter, as I watched every movement of his muscles. Without thinking I reached down to adjust his slightly uncomfortable little package and I admired Jim once more, and Jim's smile turned warm as I kept my eye locked to his fit body. Jim took I took off his T-shirt and I almost died. He had a beautiful six pack, not a very big one but there were definite bumps on his stomach. Jim tensed the muscles and rubbed his hand over it. I looked up at his chest and could see a clear line under his pecs. Suddenly I felt a tingling between my legs. I felt my briefs got even tighter around my little boy dick. Jim smiled warm and put his hands on his hips and posed for me, he look so tough! He flexed his biceps and I watched as my arms went from nothing to something as big as the guys who I admired and fantasized about so often. I felt his power and swooned. I fidgeted and became nervous. I asked Jim, "Uhm, would you like something to drink?" Jim's smiled, "Yes, thank you. I'd love that." I froze for a second or two, my heart fluttering at the warm smile he had just given me. With an effort of will I got up and walked over to the kitchen, careful to keep my by now obvious little erection pointed away from him. Behind my back, I heard a quiet chuckle, which I knew was aimed at my awkward embarrassment. I blushed, knowing nothing, absolutely nothing could be hidden from this man. I brought him a soda and waited. "Your Daddy wants me to teach you everything that a boy needs to know. He doesn't want you to do anything that you don't really want to deep down, but I warn you, he wants me to be in control of you when we are together." I looked at him questioningly. "Let me explain, I will be your 'Baby Sitter' and give you extra tuition, especially in good manners and your sexuality. You are starting your puberty, so it is time you learn the facts of life." Jim popped the can and took a long swig. "Thanks, Tommy, I didn't realize I was thirsty." I was blushing slightly, "You're welcome." My new reality slowly dawned on me and I had never been so happy and terrified all at once. I was thrilled at the prospect of Jim moving in with me but I was frightened because he would limit my freedom. Jim would be in charge and could order me around. Not that I would have it any other way. Being a submissive boy appealed to something deep inside me, I felt some hidden need that hadn't emerged until now. The need to be cared for, to be looked after and the strange need to be overruled and dominated. I was stealing glasses at Jim's thighs and even the lump at the front of his shorts during our first day together. It didn't help that Jim was young and was friendly and even, toward the end of the day, affectionate. Jim was putting his strong hand on my shoulder or tousling my hair to make me giggle. Soon his presence was mostly a delight and I experienced for the first time the signs of my sexual awakening. I didn't know where this was going, but it was great for now. I knew that I loved my Daddy, more than anything and he loved me just as much. Nothing could ever change that. Soon Jim became like an older brother to me and that felt awesome. I slowly developed a crush on him. It started with my little boy dick stiffening every time Jim was around and eventually even when I just thought of Jim made me hard. Jim was strong and handsome, and he fascinated me in ways I didn't understand. Later I would come to understand that our family had slaves, and Jim was one of them, and I actually had no idea what it was to be enslaved. I knew about Daddy and Uncle David, they were in power, authoritarian figures, who ruled our household, they were not slaves. My cousin Eric had told me that we, their sons were selected at an early age and guided until the start of their puberty. Some of the boys became masters and some became slaves, it entirely dependent on a boy's early sexual development. I had no idea what he meant by that, but there was no hierarchy. A boy had to fit in, and I understood now Jim was here to make a crucial decision about my future. I just didn't get the impact, but my little boy dick understood my fascination for Jim perfectly. My little dick was stone stiff more often than it wasn't. Jim was genuinely a good guy, but he had received strict orders from my Daddy. Jim took a real interest in me, spent time playing games with me and was getting to know me, above that he was showing me all kinds of affection, the kind of male affection I wasn't used to. I guessed it was all a test. I didn't really understand why my little dick kept sticking up like that, but soon realized it felt great to have a boner. One afternoon Jim told me to strip down and so we could get to the swimming pool. I pulled off my shirt and began unzipping my shorts but suddenly stopped, my eyes nervously darting around. Jim laughed, telling me not to worry. He said that he often swam in the nude, Daddy had built the fence high so we had our privacy. I had never swum naked before, Daddy never allowed that, but eased up a bit. Jim was in charge and I shyly stepped out of my shorts and briefs. I stood there, feeling inadequate and awkward being naked in front of him. I stared at the ground, not sure what to do. Jim stripped down and stepped out of his clothes. I admired his strong muscular body. I didn't know if I was more excited or ashamed by the feelings that began running through me, making me tingle inside. I felt my little dick got hard again. Jim stood there, comfortable and confident in his nakedness, and deep inside, I found myself hoping he would hold me tight. In a moment of sudden boldness, I ran my free hand over his arm, feeling his biceps. Feeling his strength sent a powerful adrenalin rush through me, warming me, and I felt my heart pounding. Moments later we were in the pool, splashing and laughing together. Though I was strangely aroused by Jim's nudity, I was so happy, experiencing affection from a real man. I took every available opportunity to make physical contact with him and I suddenly felt my hard little dick against his warm skin. I didn't know what to expect next but I suddenly felt a little dirty. Jim faced me, he put a hand on my naked shoulder and held me firmly in place. Looking at me with complete seriousness, he said, "You are a great boy, be yourself." Jim put his hand on my hard boy dick. I closed my eyes, and soon my little dick got harder and I pressed my dick into his hand. "Tommy, don't fight it, let it happen," said Jim. I didn't answer. He began rubbing up and down on my dick while he watched me. I smelled the nice masculine odor which came from his athletic body. After a few minutes of bliss, my hard little dick quivered, and pulsed. Jim took his hand away, and watched as my body went limp as he recovered from my first sexual experience. Soon I discovered how good it felt to press my stiff dick into the mattress of my bed. A few nights later I felt really cool when I spasmed and shivered and had another dry orgasm. Dry humping turned into a strong desire to produce that wonderful feeling at all cost. I knew what made me feel good and I looked for ways to get it. I would initiate wrestling bouts with Jim, pressed up against him as he pinned me down. I did whatever it took to rub and grind my little dick on him. My dry humping sessions was something what continued every night after that. In fact, my dry orgasms became even more intense and usually took me to an unknown paradise, accompanied by my naughty thoughts of Jim before I finally drifted off to sleep. Believe me, I was careful to make sure Jim never learned my secret, I didn't want a hassle, or piss off my Daddy. The thought of Daddy should take Jim away from me was unbearable. That was wishful thinking of course, Jim knew my habits, but didn't say anything about it. He brought the conversation to my briefs. How free it felt, when you got naked. I blushed and admitted that I liked that. Jim encouraged me to take my shirt off and to take my shorts down. My shirt came off and my shorts, I looked at Jim's growing bulge and my own little dick was standing straight up. I felt embarrassed, it was oblivious I was staring at his cock. I turned and bent over to pick up my shorts and Jim stroked my butt cheeks. I shivered, his touch made me feel warm all over. From that moment Jim got more attentive and affectionate than ever, making it seem like I was the center of his whole universe. I felt extremely lucky that he hadn't seemed to notice the obscene tenting in my briefs as he brought me to bed because I rushed under the covers. I lowered my briefs and was on my stomach, dry humping almost before Jim was out the door, which, for some reason, he left always open. I was on another planet, my hard little dick, felt so good. I had a fantasy, which kept coming back. In my fantasy I was tossed onto my bed and waited. Jim started to remove his clothes, leaving only his boxers on, the shape of his cock beneath the fabric ever so clear and I watched every muscle slightly flex as he stripped down and stretched. He moved his body slightly and tried to organize his erection. One of the things I liked about Jim was the fact that he always wore the tightest of boxershorts, so his efforts to make himself comfortable were not at all easy! As he finished, he came over to me. Suddenly Jim grabbed my ankles, pulling at them. Losing balance, I fell over and was dropped on my back, my shorts came off with one solid pull. "You are so cute," Jim said smirking, "go and get under the covers." I felt the cool silky fabric covering the bed. I slightly shivered, "My little boy is cold," he said, climbing into bed himself. "I'll keep you warm, you'll be my little spoon," and I pressed myself against his muscular body. "Good boy," Jim said and pulled me in as tight as he could and a hard rod slithered between my cheeks. "Oh, that's good, boy." He panted. My boy boner was painfully erect and my little boy balls pressed against my bed sheets as I swooned over his power. I groaned as in my fantasy Jim climbed on top of me, his strong hand pressed me down firmly. "That's a good boy, you like this, don't you? I can tell because you're getting rock hard." In my fantasy Jim leaned down and started stroking my boy dick. I was so horny and turned on by this point that I was about to climax already. Finally he told me to lean forward over the bed. I didn't care anymore. I let him pull his cock out and he humped me for a good while, and had me lay down on the bed, climbed on top of me, and humped some more. My dick was grinding against the sheet was almost making me climax, but I tried to lift my hips to meet his thrusts. Jim stopped and with a finger he touched my boy hole. Slowly his finger wormed it's way up my tiny pucker. I opened myself for him quickly until I felt something much bigger wormed inside. I was sure, he was about to fuck me! It felt so hot being under his control and feeling him force his cock into me. This fantasy made me so excited that my little dick throbbed under my belly. I knew I wanted Jim to fuck me, although I had no idea how that would turn out. I closed my eyes and dreamed about Jim's cock, spreading my sphincter wide as his cock popped inside my ass. In my fantasy, inch after inch of his cock filled my clenching rear. This was it, oh yes, I didn't notice anything, my boner rubbing was more frantic than ever as the thought of Jim fucking me. He kept fucking me and a moment later, my hole suddenly felt more lubed up. I had seen that on a gay porn site and his cum was now acting as lube. In my fantasy I felt something else, and it pushed me nearly over the edge. I could feel Jim's warm cum dripping out of my boy hole and running down the crack of my ass as he continued to fuck me! That was too much! I couldn't help it. As the biggest orgasm ever slammed into me I was wailing, "Oh Jim, please, fuck me!" And just some seconds later the most terrifying thing ever happened. Quietly but firmly, Jim said, "I'm here, Tommy. Your Daddy sent me and I'm here to serve you." Blushing I said, "I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm so sorry..." I was about to cry, and pulled my briefs back up. My worst nightmare had come true, Jim had discovered my secret in the worst way possible, as I had moaned out his name while shivering through a titanic-sized dry cum, powered by my most private fantasy being fucked by him. Jim sat on the edge of the my bed and began rubbing my tummy. Things were not, it seemed, headed in the direction I expected. Jim didn't punish me, he wasn't angry. Jim had this look in his eyes and I knew that look. Saw it in the mirror of my the bathroom, as he watched me and felt himself up as he admired my young body. It was a look of lust, of intensity and it got to me, it broke down my barriers of decency. My barriers crumbled into dust. All Jim did was nod and smile, I was lost. In fact his hands were starting to head a little south of my tummy and he was telling me how pretty and sexy I was. There I was, a still hairless boy, who scream his lust out for his baby sitter, strong hero or whatever, while dry-humping his bed. Jim's journey south of my belly button had reached its destination, my boy dick, which was still hot and throbbing. Jim smiled and teased my aroused dick. I was shocked but I didn't have much time to process this, because Jim's fingers had made their way into my briefs and his fingers were pulling up and down on my foreskin. I merely squeaked and panted, and cried out and squealed my way through another hard little orgasm, thanks to his loving attentions on my private parts. Thanks for reading In Chapter two: Being a little teenager.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/kpop-slut-boys	Date: Sat, 18 May 2024 19:31:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: Kpop Slut Boys ** A story about K-pop stars craving white cock. Some names may seems oddly familiar. Contains: orgy, white/Asian, old/young, pussyboys, chastity, fisting, piss, drugs. Knowledge of k-pop terminology helps but isn't required. K-Pop Slut Boys Get Fucked ** Yesterday, the members of Korean pop craze Monday2Friday had celebrated their third album along with their fans, named "Dailies", who'd each shilled crazy money to get a high five and gush over them for ten seconds. In moments like those, Minsu truly felt like God's favorite, as his Dailies lovingly called him. Today held a different contractual duty. Luxury hotels always provided excessive amounts of space, the penthouse's bedroom accommodating a king sized bed along with two lounges that could have been full beds in their own right. It hadn't stopped the five men from jockeying for the best spot on principle. Monday2Friday's eldest member S.Core had claimed most of the bed for himself. With a strong, powerful build and a square jaw he was almost too beef-cake-y for the k-pop industry. His hazel-dyed hair, seeming even softer atop his pale skin, along with large eyes and red lips, helped S.Core stay marketable as a teen heartthrob even at 21. He blamed his love of soccer for the thickness of his lower body which added curviness to the otherwise sharp masculinity. (Any time the stylist put S.Core's glutes in tight pants, Minsu asked for something more daring � sleeveless, crop top, open shirt. Whatever pulled Daily eyes back to him.) As team leader, S.Core projected an image of a strict, hard-to-please top dog, with just enough hints of softness to keep the Dailies crazy for him. If the fandom could see him now, without the pecker, all that careful image building would be fucked. S.Core had his legs spread, his smooth, artificial pussy lube-slick and dildo-widened. He fucked himself in the ass with a much bigger pink tool that reached his third hole, an edge of desperation on his face. Bands of pink ribbons decorated his knee-high, translucent socks and the choker around his thick, short neck. Another pink ribbon sat firmly in his hair. It helped S.Core get in the mood. Officially the "S" stood for Solar - on nights like these it meant sissy. Seeing how far S.Core was already pushing his ass, triggered Minsu's competitive nature. He wasn't ready to go bigger yet, so he fucked himself faster instead, making eye contact with the leader and blowing a kiss. S.Core made a two fingered up-your's gesture, then his gaze snapped to the door. Minsu sat up, expecting their manager AJ to say something. AJ had entered but was only looking at his phone. He wore a vest that said "staff" and didn't close over his naked tummy. Minsu's eyes were drawn to the cargo shorts as if he could see the manager's dick through the pants. Clearly, AJ's "special tea" was kicking in for him. Apropos... those ultra-deep moaning sounds... Winner was switching to a bigger toy. Already sitting up, Minsu checked on the member sharing his lounge while continuing to fuck himself open. Winner had his knees on the floor and his chest on the lounge. As the regrettably straight member, he enjoyed the privilege of a fuckmachine and some company approved porn on AJ's tablet. Long limbed and slender, but just serious enough about the gym, Winner was the "dark, mysterious, stoic" type who the stylists couldn't pile enough leather jackets onto. Catperson and bookworm, those were all the Dailies really knew about him. Winner hardly needed to give more, with his face and body landing modeling contracts and brand deals without end. (Minsu had more of both, though. Slightly.) Minsu ruffled Winner's black hair between the cat ears of the headband. "How's our kitten-hyung holding up?" Winner looked up from the tablet where a Japanese twink was getting bear ravaged. His light skinned, ultra-pretty face was distorted by the ring gag keeping his mouth open. Within it was a removable ball gag with a slit shaped like a pussy. Winner drooled from the black plastic cunt, eyes glassy. The extra scoop of "sugar" in AJ's tea was helping the straight kitty relax. Minsu reached over and ran his hands along the lean, narrow back. He gave Winner a pat on the ass, and increased the machine's fuck speed. The stoic man groaned abyss-deep through his mouth pussy, his ass and package jiggling. Winner wore a black Cobra N, which he only used in the lead up to these events. Winner was naturally blessed with the smallest peen in Monday2Friday. (Minsu was still figuring out how he'd leak that information credibly if he ever saw reason to. Of course he adored his members, venerated them, practically. But this was still a popularity contest and Winner had way sharper abs.) Minsu finally switched to a bigger plug with a dramatic, beautiful sigh. (When his sighs on the Gentle Breeze EP had been called beautiful online, he'd practiced sighing for a week.) No matter how many plugs he went through, however, there was no catching up to Dash. Supine on the other lounge was their maknae - the groups' youngest member. Dash was boyish even for a k-pop artist, his face, body and sometimes mannerism making him even younger than he was. Fake blond and angelic to death. He'd almost been left out of the group, not quite finished with school by the time of debut. But he had agreed to hand boss total control, becoming a pussyboy even ahead of S.Core. "That's our little Dash again," Minsu said, "working double time. Always setting an example." "Thanks, hyung," Dash moaned as he double-dildo fucked himself, one for each hole, opening himself like he was going to be god's own cocksleeve. And he was easily the most talented and driven guy in M2F, working when everybody else was ready to drop. Suddenly holding both dildos deep within his ass and his fake pussy respectively, Dash was apparently orgasming already, his face scrunched up so cutely it gave Minsu a spark of envy. He started turning red. "Breathe," Minsu said with a chuckle. "Don't get knocked out from the Dash-gasms." "Yes, hyung." In contrast to the youthfulness, Dash wore a leather harness across his slim chest and a matching choker to establish a more experienced vibe. To the noise of Winner's dark grunts, S.Core's softer gasps and Dash's mini-moans, Minsu went one plug size up and added his own sounds. (After their company boss had told him not to whine so much, he'd practiced moans, listening back to them, refining, rechecking.) AJ wasn't budging yet. Minsu rose � plug digging around within him - and waddled to the one member who wasn't making a sound. Rhyme sat on the edge of the bed, his ass just far enough off the mattress he could dip a plug in and out of his hole. The half white Rhyme was a wasian Michelangelo statue come to life. Long limbed and slender in a way that would have looked scrawny on less ideal proportions, with a face elegant as fuck (and without as much as a single scalpel cut) and with a casualness that made people think he was from California rather than Melbourne. (He was tied with Minsu for most beautiful Monday2Friday member in most Daily circles. However, Minsu had been voted #3 most popular k-pop artist among gays, where S.Core was #16 and the other members even further behind. Good enough.) Rhyme wore metal. Leather-cushioned wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar, and his custom urethral cage, with only a thin titanium line visible if you really looked, leading to the ring - most of the "cage" inside him. The key dangled on AJ's lanyard. (Minsu had considered a cage like that, the minimalism making it hot as fuck, but he was too afraid of piercing needles.) Rhyme preferred a more punk aesthetic than a k-pop company was comfortable with but he'd been allowed a brow piercing and nipple rings as long as he never showed his chest in public. The Dailies had clued in, recently. Too many thin shirts. The half-Aussie mostly expressed his rebellion with psychedelic clothes. The sneakerhead had picked rainbow running shoes today, the most colorful object in the room. (When Rhyme's riotous colors got too much attention, Minsu requested his own hair get dyed something wild. For whatever reason, Rhyme couldn't stand hair dye.) "Spacing out, Rhyme?" The second youngest in M2F snapped around to face Minsu. He answered in English. "Uh, just getting' my cunt in the mood, bro." He switched back to Korean. "But it doesn't take much. After two month locked, everything looks like tits, cunts and cocks." Minsu patted the man on the hair he kept in a more western style and dropped himself between S.Core's thick legs, nuzzling his head just near the fake pussy. With the scent of the leader's personalized cherry flavor lube in his nose, Minsu looked up at the mirror ceiling, laying eyes on his own perfect face. Minsu's golden, evenly bronzed skin was beautiful on its own but contrasted excellently with the pale leader � the Dailies called them "vanilla caramel" or "gold marble". Minimal fillers had made his flawless features, uh, flawless-er. He was the tallest member, tall even for a k-pop artist, but he didn't stand out so much it was an issue with choreo. He was probably more muscular than S.Core but his frame let him retain a boyishness second only to Dash. He'd put the most effort into his attire tonight. Crystal studded gold. Well, the gold was spray paint, since he'd had to buy it himself. All sparkling and shimmering to complement his perfect, big but slim, masculine but graceful body. An anklet, an earring, a flexible cockring where his soft dick rested. The coup d'�tat was a wide collar, with little chains dangling, and a tag saying M2F underneath their logo � a five-ray sun halfway over the horizon line. He was the ultimate idol, as their CEO had called him before fucking his face the first time. Well, his abs could be sharper and his quads had grown slower than the adductors lately and his knees were weird and his shoulders weren't as broad as- S.Core patted him on the cheek. "Hey little pup, looking good, looking ready." Minsu beamed. It was a genuine smile but he was also trying to communicate "more more more". Minsu wasn't straight, gay or bi. He was an attention whore. Girls complimenting his style? Journalists praising his rapping? The members humiliating him on national TV? Old men spitting in his face? He craved being seen. Minsu placed a kiss on S.Core's thigh. "No one's looking more ready than you, slut." S.Core took on the challenge. "You're already looking fucked out, overgrown corgi." With how horny he already felt, Minsu went rock hard in a heartbeat. An okay 13 centimeter, looking smaller on his big body. He could have opted for chastity, but where his members needed the buildup, it was optional to Minsu. He sometimes joked that he could cum on command, which wasn't far off. (There'd been that time he'd kept loosing mini games against the others on a life broadcast and they'd bullied and teased him so much he'd creamed twice. He'd had to change his underwear in the car on the way to their photoshoot scheduled right after.) "Okay bitches," AJ said. "Investors have settled in. We're getting this show on the road." He'd used English, since these were American investors. Minsu's English was good enough these days, but his accent was too thick. He hoped it was one of the flaws that made him cuter. The members slid off their various stretching toys with squelching slurps and put their hands together. "M2F, Fighting!" *** They filed into the penthouse suit's living room by age, hand in hand, and stood in a neat row before the double sofas, with AJ behind them. They wore extremely tiny panties with the M2F logo, tied with a bow on the side. And they wore warm smiles of relief and glee. They all practiced those smiles. Winner's smile was a bit loopy. He had a blindfold on, the cunt-gag hanging around his neck. Their latest title track from the Fifth Season album was playing, to be followed by more fuck-conductive rap, EDM, Trance... Their other manager, TJ, had put up promo banners, showing the boys in intimidating poses, suggesting nebulous mystery, sanitized gang violence, or a fight for independence against nothing in particular. Like this was some kind of fan meeting. With eyes on him, Minsu effortlessly maintained his little erection. The Americans wore animal masks across the eyes, topped by balding heads or gray hair, with their fat, rugged bodies wrapped in hotel bathrobes. Despite the nod to anonymity, Minsu could instantly tell which were new. The big projector screen cycled thought M2F music videos, all fire and chains, dominance and rebellion. The TV showed episodes of their online show "On Weekends We...". It was Episode 23, where Minsu had delivered a paintball performance so competent he'd shocked himself. AJ and TJ gave the okay. Coquette S.Core oozed confidence as he counted them in. "Three, two, one." Full English into. They'd practiced this one a zillion times. In unison, the boys stretched the right hand forward, fingers splayed, the other hand raised into a tight bicep flex. "Annyonhaseo! We are M2F! Slide on in!" S.Core undid his pantie and swiped it behind him, legs wide to let his cunt shine. He tapped the thumb of his still-splayed hand. "Mondays are for lips that taste like cherry. I'm Choi Sang-Chul, call me S.Core, the sunshiny lead rapper." The moment S.Core froze into a cutesy pose, Winner swiped his own pantie away and tapped his pointer finger. With a voice deep as the abyss, the cat eared man said, "Tuesdays is for petting kitties. I'm Jang Won-Jun, call me Winner, M2F's low tone rapper. Meow meow." AJ helped him put the pussy gag back in. As Winner left his un-extended hand in a kitty pose, Minsu started. Pantie off, dick bouncing, bright smile, body subtly flexed. A tap on the middle finger, then his own chest. "Wednesdays are for looking at Meee-nsu." (He liked the English into for letting him squeeze his name in. He was glad boss hadn't made them change their taglines for this album.) "I'm Kim Min-Su, high tone rapper and face of the group." He gave his jaw a stroke, making bedroom eyes. With the seven investors this close he couldn't stare off into the distance, he had to make eye contact. He picked the familiar "Mister Tiger" as the most neutrally positioned. Rhyme spoke English natively. His introduction felt utterly smooth. Minsu made his hard dick bob to draw attention. "Thursdays are for dressing up," Rhyme said with a mix of energy and laid-back-ness. "I'm Choi Han-Sik, call me Rhyme. English rapper and multi-talent." He flicked both nipple rings and let his smile slide into a smirk. Dash's voice wasn't quite as high as it had once been but still stood out as he touched his pinky. He rolled his body, almost seeming to turn liquid with insane body control. "Fridays are for dancing. I'm Lee Cheng, call me Dash. Main dancer with an attitude. Maknae on top and-" He was allowed to deviate from the official intro. "-passionate pussyboy." They all high-fived the air in front of them. "We are Monday2Friday!" As it came up well timed on the playlist, they sang the chorus of their title track, "We Tear Down The Stage" (English name "Chili Pepper Firepower"), the lyrics coming as close to "suck my dick" as sanitized mass appeal allowed, a hymn of fierce, violent defiance in musical metaphor. *** The five Korean rappers walked around, serving champagne and mineral water with smiles and winks while AJ and TJ handed out magic pills to the investor animals. Bathrobe were opening as dicks hardened. Looking turned into groping. The members found their places. Winner was being led by S.Core toward "Mister Wolf" (the hairiest animal, which was quite an accomplishment) who liked some reluctance play. Minsu sat down with one thigh over that of the unfamiliar shark, the other over the well-acquainted tiger's. It was like two mall Santas gifting him what he wanted most � attention. He threw his arms around their shoulders as their hands wandered his frame and tugged his jeweled collar's little chains. He felt crazy beautiful like this. Dailies had said online that seeing him next to normal men was like a demigod stuck in a goblin swamp. He loved to stand out, to contrast. It made people look. "Annyeong hyung-nim," Minsu said. (He could have gone with "hello gentlemen" or something but these guys wanted the Korean experience.) "So glad you could join us for the album celebration." He caressed tiger as tiger flicked his nipples back. The animal flashed coffee-stained teeth. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, golden boy." Minsu did his best to enunciate. "Especially glad to have you back, Tiger-nim. If this wasn't all such a secret I would have texted or called." Meanwhile he kept one hand on shark's thigh, tantalizingly close to where the belly chub obscured the man's hard-on. Tiger chuckled into Minsu's neck, beardburning him slightly. "Don't lie to me, boy." Minsu giggled. People loved his giggles. "I never lie, sir. I think about you lots. You were so sweet to me at the club." "You were a fantastic pole dancer. Didn't know you had it in you, to swing our ass like that." "Thank you sir, I'm so happy you liked it that much. I hope I can dance just for you some day." "Fuck, you're really riling me up already, bitch." Minsu had another one ready. "I would have worn the jockstrap you sent me � thank you so much for that � but some cherry-tasting guy stole it and... uh, a spot you can't find?" "Misplaced?" tiger suggested. More giggling, a bit more open mouthed and with eye contact, as if walls were coming down. "Yes, thank you, Tiger-nim, sir." The accused jockstrap thief S.Core was cuddling up to owl. The oldest among these investors first tasted the leader's lips, then his vulva. Minsu knew exactly what owl was whispering to the pale, sunshine-smiling Korean � cherry was his favorite flavor. The investor with the tiger mask was leaning more and more toward Minsu's face, one rough, worn hand on the golden pecs, the other playing with the chains on the collar. But Minsu needed to make him crave it. He turned to the other guy as if tiger had suddenly vanished. "But you're new, Mister Shark-nim. We're so happy to have your... investment, hehe." Doing double entendre in a language he was only semi-decent at was clumsy but he figured his face was speaking for itself. His hand went to shark's dick at last and gave it a squeeze. He looked down and let out a genuine gasp. "Shark-nim, you're huge." "Just eight inches, pup, but the girth is giving some bitches a run for their money." "Girth," Minsu repeated slowly. "Difficult word for me, haha, but sexy." S.Core had two fingers in his cunt by now. Should Minsu win on speed or on teasing? Anything but first or last place didn't stand out. Shark put his hand on Minsu's hand, which was rubbing the rod's glistening head. "How about thickness? Is that easier to say, pup?" "Thickness," Minsu repeated. "Yes sir, thank you lots for helping me." Shark leaned in more, his double chin trembling with anticipation. Minsu let his eyes wander over shark's body with bedroom eyes. "Hm, I like your cologne, sir. Good choice." At least American animals didn't all chain smoke like the Chinese ones. "Ha, it's just what my wife likes." "I have a lot of colognes from all the brand deals," Minsu said, leaning in while his free hand was with tiger instead. "You can try some new ones at my place if boss lets us." He'd bring his company one-on-one money with at least one of these animals. "You're such a greedy flirt, Minsu." "Ah, thank you, Mis-" Violent gagging noises. Dash was first. His head was practically drowning between the fat, jungle-y thighs and belly rolls of Mister Bear, who'd chosen his animal well. Dash was gagging himself to the base with no need for bear to do a thing. The noises soon calmed down as Dash found a rhythm. Shark was fascinated. "Fuck, that cuntboy is loving it. Hey Minsu, should I leave your ass behind and try pussy?" A transparent attempt to make Minsu work harder for attention, but being jealous of his members was a bad look for the M2F brand. They only ever praised each other. "Sure, why not?" Minsu said. "Dash has a great cunt. We've all, uh, ran him through? Is that how to say it?" "All of you?" "Yes, sir. Even S.Core before he got his own. It's fun." Shark didn't know how to respond with anything but fidgeting. Minsu bend down to get shark cock in his mouth but tiger pulled him back. "Not so fast, pup. You're such an eager slut, aren't you?" "Yes sir, Tiger-nim, Minsu is a slut for American cock. Can Minsu please suck cock." Shark laughed. He whispered in Minsu's ear. "Such a good girl, always ready to ride daddy's dick." Minsu could work with that. "Yes daddy. Minsu wants to be a good girl for daddy. Daddy's cock looks so big and tasty." "Fucking slut. Dumb little bitch girl only thinking about cock." Minsu felt his gift awaken. "I'm... I'm gonna cum... if you keep humiliating me, sir." Tiger eyes met shark eyes. They whispered. "Slutty little girl." "Cock brained hole." "We'll show all your Dailies how much you crave daddy cock." "Bronzed himbo bitch." Minsu wasn't entirely registering all that English. He got the vibe, though, and it was enough for him to flex that muscle everybody else swore was purely involuntary. A shot of thick, creamy cum burst onto his abs, followed by a dribble down his shaft. Physically it wasn't much but mentally it was everything. "Oh fuck fuck, yes." (The room needed to hear him. He'd practiced those "fucks".) "Oh fuck I'm cumming. Just from teasing, fuck." It got him attention. Bear was now face fucking Dash from above with the boy on the sofa, while finger-banging Dash's pussy. But he glanced over. S.Core was giving owl a lap dance. Lion was making out with Rhyme who giggled in that unrestrained way that was clearly not practiced. Both owl and lion looked over. Only wolf and alligator were too busy pinching and slapping Winner who was holding perfectly still on all fours. TJ hovered to make sure Winner wouldn't come away with marks visible on stage. Tiger forced Minsu on the floor and beardburned his ass crack. Shark went down and started feeding Minsu his cock. It really was a girth beast. Minsu wasn't sure he could keep his teeth a hundred percent in check. "Fuck me," S.Core said. "Please, fuck me. Ass.Core is ready. Ass.Core is desperate." He was incredibly good at sounding belligerent in a submissive way without being whiney. Minsu could hear the groans of S.Core and owl as the penetration party started. The leader was riding reverse cowgirl, getting fucked in the cunt. Not to be outdone, Minsu arched and reached back to spread his cheeks. "If I may," said the voice of a suddenly appearing lion. He managed to be scrawny despite some chub and had a beard that couldn't have fit his face worse. "Go on," tiger replied. Minsu got to look back and saw lion lining up. "Yes sir, lion-nim, please fuck this pup hole." There was no reason to start slow, they were all well prepared. "You like that, k-pop whore boy?" "Sir... kamsahamnida... neomu joha..." Minsu was getting shaken. Lion was using his whole body to powertop into Minsu. Sucking shark was hard enough with the size of the tool, now he couldn't control the pace either. He almost fell into a vibrational trance. After a minute or so, lion pulled Minsu up on the sofa, with them laying on their sides, lion pumping from behind. Minsu kept a leg in the air and twisted around to make out with the old but energetic man. The eye masks were coming off as inhibitions left. Tiger had gone over to fuck Rhyme instead, the half-white folded with knees nearly touching shoulders, the ankle cuffs linked to the collar while his hands were free to caress tiger's body. The top kept both hands on Rhyme's neck, occasionally using one to slap the rapper, occasionally spitting in his mouth, frenching between thrust spurts. (The first time this had happened, Minsu had wondered if he'd messed up, but as much as tiger liked to sample them all, he clearly liked talking to Minsu most.) S.Core was also getting fucked on his back now, owl drilling into his asshole, fingering pussy and lips of the thick-thighed rapper. Owl towered over him, one foot forward, to put into S.Core's mouth when he wasn't sucking fingers. (Seeing the leader's gloriously thick lower half, Minsu almost regretted talking S.Core into becoming a never-dieting, body positivity advocate, but at 5% less body fat then now, S.Core's definition had stolen the show too much.) The much bigger bear had facefucked Dash so much, the boy already looked a bit destroyed but soldiered on with a loopy smile. He was almost doing a handstand, bear now jackhammering into him from above, fingering the pussy at the same time. Half twisting, Dash managed to lick bear's feet as instructed. Seemed like the guys with the most stamina had found each other. Winner had let his walls down - half according to plan, half as an effect of AJ brand sugar � after a lot of kissing, teasing, pinching. The blindfold was off and he was getting throat-fucked through the pussy-gag by wolf, his face vanishing between the forested, pallid legs. Alligator fucked him while ball spanking the orbs below the nano cage to get more of a reaction. If any of them had known what investor meetings would entail, they'd have never signed the contract (except maybe Dash). Minsu was so glad to have been deceived into this. The attention was delicious. He twisted around and met lion's tongue. It made lion pull the golden collar to force Minsu's face off the sofa, onto the floor. He caught a glimpse of the projector wall where a different Minsu in a metal jacket was swinging a baseball bat at the camera for his part in the "Victory Never Ends" music video. After a moment he realized lion's gaze was on the TV screen and episode 5 of "On Weekends We..." where a Minsu in fuckboy gym attire flexed his biceps for a gaggle of ecstatic Dailies. Real Minsu now flexed his arched back and humped into lion's crotch, moaning. If his fans could see him like this, they would lose their minds. It worked on the investor. Lion restarted the assfucking and Minsu did his best to beg for harder thrusts. God's favorite could do it all. Just why the CEO had called him the ultimate idol. *** He hadn't listened in too much on the English conversations but the animals were trading bottoms all at once. Tiger and shark were ganging up on the thrilled Dash. Shark's mega-dong going in anally and seemingly starting a chain of Dash-gasms. The boy's face contorted totally out of control. It was hot, yes, but Minsu would have tried to stay pretty, too. Tiger was taking on Dash's pussy. The maknae vanished between the thick men, kissing and licking whatever skin was in reach. Rhyme was still getting pounded with rainbow-sneaker-clad legs in the air, now by alligator. Did they like looking at his face that much? Then why weren't they treating Minsu this way, too? Owl appeared in front of Minsu's recently vacated face, his reddened rod and wiry pubes glistening with the lube from within S.Core. Owl ruffled Minsu's hair. "Sang-Chul was such a fun fuck. What's my big boy Min-Su going to be like?" "Mister Owl-nim, sir, Minsu wants to be a good big boy for daddy. That's what M2F is all about. Slide on in, daddy." The cherry flavor of S.Core's lube was a bit too sweet and artificial for Minsu so he tried to suck it off as quickly as he could. He got gagged hard enough that spittle and mucus were easy to come by. He was pulled around to lay on his back, without owl cock ever leaving his mouth. Someone fucked him in the ass and started spanking his balls. "What a dumb little slut." Wolf's voice. "Thinks it'll get to fuck with that tiny Asian dicklet. Too dumb to lock it like a good girl." Minsu was rapidly getting hard. The pain in his balls was a bit distracting � wolf was snipping harder and more frequently than what Minsu enjoyed � but being overwhelmed was nice. He started pumping his dick just by flexing while his hands remained on wolf and owl. A Monday2Friday song came on in the playlist. Lead singer S.Core was getting fucked by bear from behind, with the American sitting and the Korean in his lap bending down. He rapped along with the recording. "Look at me from all that way below, S.Core gonna be on top, I always told you so." He continued the Korean part until it was time for Rhyme. Alligator's foot remained in Rhyme's face but stayed out of his mouth for the rap. Rhyme waved his hands like the chill rapper fuckboy he was. "M2F rulin' the world, ain't no motherfucker stop us. (Us!) My team blastin', bouncin', spittin', we the kings tonight, just trus'. (Trus'!)" Winner's part came on but his gag was in and he was vibrating from lion's rapid fucking. He tried gag-mumbling along anyway and everyone laughed. The others, including Minsu, were singing the fanchant along to punctuate Winner's non-sentences. "On top!... Don't stop!... Chillin'... Feelin'... that's me, that's me, Winner!" Minsu had pulled off owl's dick since his part was coming up. He did the choreo along, as far as he could getting fucked. Plenty of Korean, then, "We on fire, ever higher. Lovin' life from the peak, got that alpha physique. You can't be more wronger, there's nobody stronger." There was more Korean but owl pulled Minsu into a kiss. A bit awkward with Minsu on his back but the attention worked wonders. He was about ready. "Oh fuck, Wolf-nim, sir, thank you so much for the great fuck. Owl-nim, you're so sexy, so tasty. Gonna cum. Daddy is so good to this little pup." He'd started blabbering a bit early. He needed ten more seconds, but eyes weren't going to be on him for that long. Time to use the vocab lessons Rhyme had given him. "Ffffuck my asscunt, gonna cum so hard, daddy. Rape this cunt bitch. Rape me, Wolf daddy, yes, fuck fuck." The squirt reached to the top of Minsu's abs, while the follow up trickle was nicely spread around by the rhythmic fucking. Laughter, approving nods and an impressed owl making out with him. S.Core groaned. From the splashes he was pissing himself. The crowd was pleased. Outshined by the sunny cherry, once again. On some level Minsu knew their "competition" was all in his head, but sometimes he wondered. Minsu put on his most innocent voice. "Mister Owl, Mister Wolf, sir, this little puppy is all messed up with cum. What can we do about that?" Wolf looked to the side and nodded. Dash crawled up to them. He'd been double fucked so hard his legs were shaking even on all fours. Owl pulled Dash in by the blond hair and made him lick Minsu's abs clean. Dash loved cum. It was the nectar of life to him and the recurring animals knew that. Minsu sweetly giggled as Dash's tongue danced over him. They wiggled in an improvised choreo, Dash's tongue "pulling" Minsu's abs into a wave like marionette strings. The song ended and the playlist went silent. AJ clapped for attention. "Bitches and gentlemen, the bedroom is ready." It wasn't a hard stop but the fucking wound down. "Hey, where's this one from?" alligator asked. "I thought I'd seen all of them." He was looking at the muted projector wall where Monday2Friday was singing a ballad, clad in pastel suits before a wall of flowers. S.Core was extracting the lube-soiled ribbon from his hair. "It's an OST for a romcom, sir." TJ, carrying water bottles, said, "They made some forays into bubblegum pop. Not so much these days." "They still call us variety kings," S.Core said. "Variety sluts, more like," lion said. Some of the members giggled. Not Minsu. Laughing at jokes too bad made any laughter seem less sincere. Instead he leaned into alligator, almost shoving him with that "overlarge puppy energy" his fans loved about him. "Oh wow, Mister Alligator, sir, you much have spent a lot of time learning about us. I'm impressed. Are you a Daily?" The man chuckled. "Me? Well actually, is this a bad time to ask for an autograph for my daughter?" A much better joke that Minsu was happy to be part of. He giggled and beamed and happy-waddled behind the investors. *** Continuing the fan meeting theme, the managers had set up more photo banners in the bedroom, contrasting a hyper-virile bad boy Minsu with the fucked out, slutty real deal. A few things stayed behind. The animal masks, empty glasses and a lot of lube that had dripped from holes. Also S.Core's knee highs had gotten ripped off. "So I have a question about Cheng and Sang-Chul," lion said, leading the unsteady, gag-drooling Winner along. "Stop me if that's insensitive but how does a pussyboy become an idol?" AJ scoffed. "Chengie will be happy to talk about that." "Yes daddy, sir," Dash said. He was annoyingly good at English. "When little Lee Cheng joined the company they were actually looking for boys to secretly forcefem." "Easier to control," AJ said. "Street casting isn't a perfect profiling method, though. It got complicated." Dash leaned into an investor. "The k-pop thing was just to get the attention of gentlemen like you, sir. But then we were really good at it. Don't you agree? We got so popular that all the femming got canceled." AJ hummed. "Not canceled, just on ice." The bedroom had all shutters closed. Music came back on. S.Core added, "But we were almost canceled after all the delays. I aged out of where they wanted to start. But being a pussyboy gives boss security. He can kill my career anytime." "You better work hard then, slut," owl said. "Cause I want to see you again." The leader gave the animal a hug. "Thank you, sir. I will." He was shoved onto the bed for his efforts. Lion led Winner to the prepared noose and put it around the member's neck. Winner was forced onto his tippy toes. His wrists were tied in the small of his back. Shark dick went into his ass. Through the plastic cunt gag, the straight boy on drugs sounded like he was a pig getting slaughtered, all the dark depth of his voice replaced by panic. It was a bit unsettling but the member's knew he sounded like that when he was having the time of his life. He wasn't just losing control, he was shedding it. Dash and S.Core lay on their backs, side by side on the bed. Their heads hung over the edge to suck anyone interested but mainly they had their legs on the shoulders of wolf and tiger. Wolf fucked S.Core's ass, one foot forward on the leader's face. Tiger fucked Dash into whichever lower hole. Rhyme was put into a sling, the metal on his limbs making him easily snapped in. Owl was responsible for entertaining the ass of the rapper in sneakers, telling him to "take my massive cock, you dumb gook fuck," and having Rhyme praise daddy for the topping skills. Bear shoved Minsu onto the bed, on all fours, wedged between his members, their faces looking at the ceiling past his hips. Bear fucked his way in. Minsu let out his pretty moans. "Oh yes Mister Bear-nim, wreck my hole, it's burning so good. It's... oh, shit, it is burning. Warming lube?" "Tingling lube," bear corrected. "You moan so pretty. I want to hear more." Minsu's cock went painfully hard. He moaned more. "Sir... daddy... yes." "You're such a good girl, slut. With your whorish jewelry, letting every white men ram it into your tight hole." Somehow the words worked even better than they should have. Minsu felt his "involuntary" muscle tense. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, bear, sir. O-odi..." His English failed briefly. "Where do you want your slut to cum, sir?" Bear grabbed S.Core's and Dash's hair with his massive hands and pushed their faces underneath Minsu. With a held breath and a flex, Minsu sprayed whatever cum bear fucked out of him onto his members. Cum-lover Dash licked the rod clean and kissed S.Core's face spotless. Splashes and high-pitched, breathless whimpers told Minsu that Winner was pissing himself with shark cock pleasure. "Uuuuh," Bear said. "Unloading. Take my cumshot k-cunt." "Yes sir, thank you so much Mister Bear, please please please." "N-no," Dash said with playful despair. "Give me the cum, daddy. Jebal... juseyooo..." The huge man pumped into Minsu with a chuckle and a sigh. As soon as he pulled out, Dash was licking the rod and Minsu's dripping ass crack. Meanwhile alligator had appeared and face fucked S.Core who was still getting anal from tiger. Minsu turned over, meeting his own fucked-out gaze on the ceiling mirror and broke into a chuckle � barely controlled. "Jeongmal daebak... Minsu is wrecked, sir, but a good girl can always take more." He had said it to the room as a whole and as he'd hoped he was getting attention. Alligator left the leader's ass and dipped into Minsu's throat. Ha, a score against S.Core as he liked to say. The cherry flavor was a lot more subdued now � a win all around. Wolf creamed into Dash and let the maknae have the cum load out of his own ass. "So where's the tat on this one?" bear asked. He was groping and looking over Minsu. "They all got one, right?" "Yes sir," S.Core said. "We all have a little M2F tattoo. Even the Dailies haven't seen all of them." "Yours is clear as day, slut," owl said, now joining by the bed. S.Core had M2F written above the mound, here his pubic hair had been before removal. "Pussy on Ass.Core, ankle on the mixed cunt," Owl commented. "Where is it on the little one?" Not enough eyes on Minsu. He giggled with his most innocent voice. "On his foot sole. It's almost rubbed off. But I bet you won't find mine." The men met the challenge and half a dozen hands roamed Minsu while alligator finished into him. He giggled his heart out, fighting them weakly. As they were about to turn him around, tiger had an idea even while fucking into S.Core, still. He pried Minsu's mouth open and dug his fingers around everywhere. "Gotcha." It said M2F on the inside of Minsu's lower lip. (The tattoo had hurt enough he blamed half his fear of piercings on it.) "Wow, Mister Tiger. Nobody has figured that out. You're amazing. Isn't it clever?" "Yeah yeah, ugh I'm cumming." Tiger unloaded into S.Core's guts. "Take that you clit bitch." "Kamsahamnida, sir, Mister Tiger," S.Core mumbled with playful submission. "My cherry lips are yours to wreck." Praising noises came from the crowd. (That had been a great sentence. Minsu would have to ask Rhyme to figure out something equivalent for him.) Before Minsu could do anything to regain the upper hand, Rhyme squeal-screamed in his sling. Lion had managed to get his fist into the half-Aussie. Rhyme was going crazy with joy and struggle. "Okay," Minsu said, overly loud, "time to get serious for the rest of us, too." He tried to sit up but wolf was there to push him back into the mattress by the jeweled neck. "Not so fast, bitchboy," wolf said. "Mister Tiger solved your riddle, you owe him a wish. Don't we agree?" "Yes of course sir, thank you for reminding. This pup is too silly." Shark had finally creamed into Winner and lowered the noose. As Winner stopped clenching, the cumshot dribbled out. Dash crawled off the bed to start licking the floor over there. "You've not been much of a pup tonight," tiger said. "Bark a little while I think of my wish." Minsu giggled. "Arf arf." Then with more confidence. "Arf! Grrrrrarf!" "What kind of dog is he?" shark asked, helping Winner out of the predicament bondage. Minsu giggled some more. "The Dailies can't make up their mind. It changes every..." He pretended to count on a splayed hand. "...Wednesday." He folded all but the middle finger to flip off the men around him. Serval men called him a bad pup and began slapping him, pushing him down by the neck. He fought them weakly, barking more aggressively. The slaps got harsh, ringing his skull. Tiger put his feet on Minsu's face to keep him down. Minsu giggled and barked through the prison bars of toes, licking them playfully. S.Core leaned in and whispered in Korean. "Such a good puppy princess. Everyone's looking only at you." "Bad doggy, we'll punish you." "S.Core-daddy's sweet little pup." "Dumb dog bitch only good for breeding." "Lovely little Labrador. Beautiful Beagle baby." "Fucking dumb sloppy cunt pup licking alpha cocks." "We're all enjoying seeing such a happy puppy." He owed S.Core one for this wonderful experience. They were a great team after all. Minsu felt the orgasm approach. Not just a handsfree cumshot but a no-touch orgasm. His face slipped out of tiger's feet and he lost control of his expression for split second, mostly from surprise. He saw his grimace in the ceiling mirror. The vulnerability gave him a rush of panic that made him despair for the safety of feeling desirable. He pulled his knees in but annoyingly nobody was lined up to fuck him right away. He managed to make himself look just unhinged enough to still stay pretty in the mirror. "Fuck fuck I'm cumming. Arf arf Grrrr Arf!" It was only a trickle, not enough left for a shot, but enough to pool between his abs and excite the crowd. Dash was instantly by the bedside to clean it up but bear pulled him back by the collar. "One second, cumslut." Bear slurped the shot off Minsu's abs and forcefully spat it into the tall rapper's tan face. Minsu flinched, then giggled. "Thank you, Mister Bear-nim. This puppy loves to mess around." Dash got to kiss and lick Minsu's face clean but the animals were whispering to each other. Someone pushed Dash to stay on all fours, his face above Minsu who was still on his back. S.Core's face was pushed toward them on the other side. Were the three supposed to make out or... Tiger was first to start pissing, followed by wolf. The team of Monday, Wednesday and Friday let as much as possible hit their tongues. Alligator pissed all over them from behind. Bear shoved Dash's face into his crotch and made the boy actually swallow the stream. TJ supplied wipes and towels to the white men and their smiling piss bitches. Meanwhile the animals congregated around Winner who was back in a much looser noose, now with ankle spreader. A large Y-plug had spread his ass while Shark had been busy elsewhere but now the animal was working a fist into the straight member's ass. To his credit, Winner arched perfectly. Rhyme had been getting bliss-out fisted the whole time. He was again too quiet when he zoned out. Minsu used the moment to fix his hair in the ceiling mirror. Someone's hand slapped his ass. He rolled over to see tiger and made himself beam brightly. "Have you come up with a wish, Tiger-hyung. This pup really wants to make you happy. You're such a good top." "You don't have a dick cage handy, do you?" "We do," AJ answered for the rapper. Minsu felt conflicted but kept his smile wide. He dropped to his knees. "Wow, thank you, sir. That's a really good idea. That's exactly what this pup wants. You're great, thank you." Afraid he'd laid it on a little too thick, he leaned down to kiss tiger's feet. Meanwhile he flexed his own thighs to make sure his semi-erection was going away. He slipped out of the loose, bejeweled cockring. Minsu's chastity cage was gold, studded with crystals � obviously. It was a customized Cobra S. He couldn't go smaller without a piercing to secure it. He struggled into it with shaky hands. And struggle was the right word. He was disappointed nobody rushed to help but that might have made it worse. He had no practice with the cage, too horny to need them. By the time Minsu was "dressed", Rhyme had felt the fists of most animals, except the ones with the biggest hands � bear, lion and shark. Shark was preoccupied with Winner's hole instead, popping past the knuckles. Full body shakes ripped through the bound low tone rapper. Both fisting stations were getting more serious. Staying in for longer, pumping, moving deeper. The two fist bottoms' moans filled the space, drowning out the music. With natural confidence, Minsu moved to the slings and pulled himself up. "Hyung-nim! Can someone please help this puppy? Arf arf." Several man helped him put one thigh into each sling and make them comfortable, then tied his wrists into the other two slings. Once secured, the animals and staff pulled him up into the air. Minsu was left slowly rotating, wrists near his head, legs spread wide and angled, open and vulnerable. Owl was first, slipping in casually, just to feel out the territory. Minsu moaned and barked. He naturally had a loud voice (he was good enough at toning it down he was no longer getting scolded for it unless that was his angle) and now let himself sound it out with his whole chest. Arching to be pretty, he barked as owl's entire fist made it in easily. Then came depth. He just had to take it slow. It was starting to feel amazing, though, so his sanity was slipping. His English too but he hoped that was cute. "Sir... so good... so much fuck... Minsu good puppy?" "Yeah boy, Minsu is a good fisting puppy." "Arf arf arf, thank you so much for the fisting, sir. Minsu good puppy, Minsu happy puppy." He didn't have the wherewithal to come up with great speeches as his mind slipped into physical bliss but he had one big gun left. Something everybody wanted to hear but you couldn't use it too soon. You needed a situation like this to make it feel real. "I love you. Arf arf. I love you, Mister Owl, sir." "John. Call me John, pup cunt." Motherfucking Jackpot. Personal connection, authenticity, bonding. Minsu was so good at this. He'd get praise from the managers later. "Yes John, sir. I love you, John, I love you so much. Kiss me, please." John pulled out, leaving Minsu to bask in the after-quakes, and pulled Minsu's face down by the sparkly collar as much as the tied wrists let that happen. They shared a passionate kiss. Minsu lowered his voice to a whisper so it would feel more personal (and so he could reuse the technique with another animal later). "You're my favorite. You were from the start, John. You're so fucking hot. You have to come again." He hoped the practiced words weren't coming too easily after his English skills had been briefly knocked out. No, by owls' grin he'd made it seem natural. He was going to get at least one investor to praise him personally to the boss. The only thing that could sweeten a victory like that was... "Please, more fist, John-hyung." But owl wasn't alone anymore, joined by lion with bigger fists. Lion worked his way in and Minsu put on a controlled display of losing control, only slightly exaggerated from how good it felt. He wished he could have finished fixing his hair. Rhyme was taking wolf's arm to the elbow. He'd gone still in bliss, breathing slow and deep, his eyes wide with terror, fixated on wolf's gaze. Dash was on the ground, on all fours, face under alligator's foot, ass raised as far as he could. He was getting double fisted into the ass by tiger and AJ. The manager was jerking himself hard. Dash's cunt was squirting lube drops as his body flexed under the internal fist-pressure. S.Core had his big thighs in slings like Minsu but held onto the ropes with unbound hands. He was losing his mind as bear's massive hand entered him. He struggled to breathe. There was nothing idol-like left in his face, demeanor or babbling. TJ was beside him, stripped out of the staff vest and already precum dripping. Minsu sounded much sexier with his moans and barks than any of his members' wheezing. He felt like grinning in victory but kept his face in the slightly-wrecked bedroom eyes state. Lion was getting in deep. The puddle of lube below Minsu warranted a quick mop swing from TJ so lion could keep working. He was well past the second hole and Minsu was starting to explode in waves. AJ entered Dash's pussy from behind with a long sigh. The boy and the manager exchanged a knowing glance, like they shared a secret. Alligator moved on to work with wolf, alternately punching into the trembling mess that was Rhyme. Winner was bent over, still in the spreader but out of the noose again, cat ears hilariously askew. Shark held the tied wrists with one hand and fisted with the other, leaving Winner drooling and crying and dancing so hard the ring gag popped out, dangling drool-slick around his neck. Dash mumbled the usual "So good, so fun..." TJ's cock entered the hovering S.Core's cunt from the front. The leader � legs spread in the slings � couldn't have stopped him if he'd wanted to. Instead, the rapper embraced TJ for a kiss. The managers didn't only go for pussy but Minsu had neglected to be proactive about them. If he wanted special privileges he had to show his appreciation � and oral skills � any chance he got. He filed the lesson away for later. Winner glanced up, as if seeing the room full of fisting and fucking for the first time. He wasn't fully cleared up but his eye contact was firm. "Chengie," the rapper started between anal shark punches. He spoke Korean. "How good is a pussy?" Dash was a bit out of it. "Huh? What do you mean, Won-Jun-hyung?" "Should I get one?" S.Core leaned over TJ's shoulder. "Is this what we talked about?" Wait what? When? "It's amazing," Dash said in thickly accented English, as tiger double fisted his ass, AJ's cum dripping from his cunt. "But..." The eldest and youngest M2F rappers were spilling. "It's improved sex a thousand percent." "I'm so confident with myself and I look so good." "It's so much fun to have this little secret the Dailies don't know." "It's so hot that the CEO totally owns me." "You should join us, hyung." "Fffuuuuck," Winner said with utter conviction, and it wasn't from the assgasm clearly ripping through him. Something in him had broken. "AJ, TJ... I'm saying this in English so the animals can all hold me to it, too. I'll be a pussyboy by the next album." "That's so hot," Rhyme said. "Whaddaya think, Ali, isn't that hot?" "Yeah, extremely," alligator said, starting a round of approving mumbling. He made out with the sneakerhead again while wolf now double fisted the artist. "Won-Jun... you sure?" S.Core asked, caring about his youngers even as bear slid further into him, turning the leader's expression into ugly horror for a moment. Winner met his eyes. It was back to their native language. "This is my life. I get that. I choose that. Sitting on the edge is making me depressed. I have to go all in." S.Core asked TJ, "Is that still complimentary?" and got a nod. It was sweet of the leader to be concerned about that. They were all massively in debt to the company, from the cost of their training. Royalties never passed through the artists' accounts on the way to the CEO. Minsu couldn't stand being left out, but he knew when to shine by hyping up others. "Winner, my brother, my roommate. I love you. I'm so happy for you giving your best." Nobody reacted to that. Not a glance his way. And he hadn't even lied about the sentiment, which made it hurt all the more. "Neat," shark said, pumping into Winner all the same. "Get the locked bitch castrated. Just another fucked up, sloppy cuntboy." Universal agreement. S.Core applauded lightly. Rhyme gave a thumbs up from underneath his spare top tonguing him. Dash mumbled a, "Kitty-hyung, fighting." None of Minsu's cumshots had ever met as much support as this announcement. And it had somehow been a long time coming? Out of some secret conversations? No! He was getting left behind by his own members. If three of them were pussyboys, would he still stand out proudly with his jizz magic, or would he become the leftover failure? Lion's big hand and thick forearm inside Minsu were joined by owl's slimmer hand working inward along the lion's pole. But even the most mindblowing sensation couldn't stop the tall, golden rapper's heart from running cold. Somehow the insane bliss flipped to panic and back every few seconds. "Me too," he shouted. Too loud and desperate. He fixed his volume. "Make me a pussy boy." "Aww," owl said. "But I like your little cock and cumshots." "Yeah," lion agreed. "Hm, he could do without," shark said. "Or a cage like Han-Sik, uh, Rhyme," Minsu said, aware he was blabbering, sounding desperate. "Locked up." "Where's the fun in half measures," shark said. "One in the group's fine for variety but..." "You're not the understated type," wolf told him from Rhyme's asshole. "But what about your cumshots?" owl asked. Fuck. Miscalculation. This was all wrong. Fit on or stand out? He needed to become a pussyboy but his cock wasn't allowed to vanish but chastity stopped his cumshots but but but- Except, on that note, a sensation rose in him. Naked panic, shame, fear � and fisting pleasure at the edge of the humanly possible � mixed into horny horror. The muscle responsible for his half-voluntary cumshots was flexing so much it hurt. He'd never felt it act up while being chaste. Confusion and more fear and more pleasure as lion jiggled inside him with owl adding pressure. Minsu's brain was in overdrive. The sensation of a hands-free cumshot was approaching. It was minuscule compared to the anal assault but Minsu was attuned to the details right now. A solution he hadn't known possible was kindly presenting itself. He blurted out in Korean, talking like his fastest raps. "I'll get an innie cage, totally flat like what S.Core-hyung had before getting his cunt. I'll get pierced and wear the tiniest cage. Minimal unlocking. And I'll get even better at cumshots. AJ-hyung, TJ-hyung, translate and tell boss and make everyone hold me to it and look at me look at me lookatmeeeee..." Minsu reached a degree of tension he'd never known. He was pretty sure he tore multiple somethings and one of them might well have been his cumshot muscle. He orgasmed so hard his chest stopped moving and darkness crept into his vision. His cumshot splattered messily from his sparkling cage. Even with the erection only half-forming while the shot was already underway, it still hurt pressing against the lose-fitting device. He felt himself sag, his weight caught by the wrist- and thigh straps, and the two fisting tops who pulled out in a hurry. The cumshot pain-pleasure was pushed out by an assgasm that eclipsed it like an ocean rushing over a puddle. He felt himself start pissing before he lost consciousness. *** Apparently he'd only spent a minute knocked out. He'd been moved to a lounge in front of the bed, with both managers hovering. Tiger was the first by his side when he tried and failed to sit up. "Oh sir, you really care, don't you? Neomu neomu kamsahamnida." "Shh," tiger said and stroked Minsu's hair. "You did so good, my pretty pup." Minsu beamed honestly. He checked that nobody but the staff was in earshot � especially not Mister "John" Owl who was fucking the whining Rhyme in the sore hole with his reinvigorated cock. "Sir... I love you, you've always been my favorite." Tiger chuckled. "You're not just saying that?" "No no, I seriously love you... uh, Mister Tiger?" "It's... Derrick." Minsu smirked. He pointed a thumb at himself. "It's Minsu. Hehe. I love you, Derrick, sir." He had the wherewithal to nuzzle into Derrick's crotch. "I hope I see you more in the future. I just have to work hard to stay popular." The American's hands were all over Minsu and his dick was hardening. "I'll make sure to help with that." Minsu caught AJ giving him an impressed glance and a thumbs up. Excellent. Score against S.Core, too, unless the leader had somehow charmed three men in one night. Finally rising, sitting on the only edge of the bed that wasn't piss-wet, Minsu did his best to fix his hair and return to his radiant, 0.001 percent looks. He felt mostly there. The fisting had wound down early. Well, round one at least. The animals were returning to the living room for refreshments. After hydration, Monday2Friday would perform a few songs - lip-synched with their throats as banged up as they were - then play some silly games like oiled up twister with plenty of cunt fiddling and the occasional "accidental" fisting. And they'd suck whatever senile cock managed to get hard again. Then it was maybe the bedroom a second time before good night cuddles. A lot of these investors couldn't handle an all-nighter. Minsu looked across his members. Some of the most beautiful, driven, talented, kindhearted boys in Korea. Naturally their destiny was to be worshipped by the masses. Sometimes this meant entertaining guests, of course. And to maybe get rid of their dicks one way or another. This was him. This was them. "M2F. Slide on in." *** This story wasn't like my usual writing in some ways but I hope somebody out there was having fun along with me. Let me know at [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-arrangement	Date: Sun, 5 May 2024 10:00:41 -0400 From: JP Aradon Subject: "The Arrangement" Military, Authoritarian A young man confronts an ex-lover about his abusive behavior. This story is about adult men having gay sex if you don't approve don't read but if you enjoy it, please donate to nifty.org Authors note- this story does have scenes of physical and psychological abuse. The Arrangement By Jaradon "You look so handsome" his mother said when she saw Andy in his Marine. uniform. "Just like dad" Andy's father had been a Marine who had lost his life in combat. "Yes, very much so" "I hope he is proud of me." "Of course, he is" mother said as he adjusted Andy's tie. "Thanks Mom" "Are you going on a date?" "No, I'm meeting Mr. Franco for dinner." "He was always coming around asking for you." " "Mr. Franco is very attentive." "Maybe he is going to offer you a job." Andy smiled at his mother. She was fooled by Mr. Edward Franco's appearance. He was a local neighborhood boy who had made it big. Franco gave out free turkeys for Thanksgiving and helped promising young men. This is how Andy had met him when he was eightteen. Mr. Franco had offered him a job which had led to a sexual relationship. Andy was flattered by the older man's affection at first until Mr. Franco had revealed his sadistic nature. "Going to make a man out of you" Mr. Franco had said as he used his leather belt on Andy's ass. Andy felt trapped, He could not tell anyone what Mr. Franco was doing to him. He felt there was only one way to escape. "You are doing what?!!! Mr. Franco was furious but could do nothing to prevent Andy from enlisting in the Marines. Four years had gone by. Andy had come home for a visit. Mr. Franco had called Andy and invited. the young marine to dinner. "Why do you want to see the creep?" Sergeant Peter Costa who was Andy's best friend had asked him. "He wants to discuss a business arrangement " "Sure, with your ass!' "I can take care of myself "Andy felt his uniform was like a shield that would protect him. "If he tries anything punch him in the face" Costa suggested. "I have something else in mind." Andy said smiling. Mr. Franco has picked up Andy up in a sport car. They had dined at fancy restaurant. "Order anything you want" Mr. Franco said. Mr. Franco and Andy had steaks and lobsters. Mr. Franco drank wine Andy had a couple of beers. "There is a place I want to show you "Mr. Franco said as he paid the bill. Andy was really trying to resist Franco. The man was heavier and had grey hair, but it looked handsome at fifty. Mr. Franco knew how to say the right thing. He was a master seducer. They drove to a condominium that overlooked the New York skyline. "What do you think?" "Nice" Andy asked admiring the view of the city. "It has a private gym and a pool." Mr. Franco spoke as he was a real estate agent. "The rent must really high?" "Don't worry about the cost. You could live here if you agree to my terms "Mr. Franco. Andy glanced into the bedroom and saw king size bed. "Do you want something to drink?" Franco asked. "No thanks " Franco studied Andy. He was bigger and stronger. Franco could see the rippling muscles beneath the uniform fabric. The cut of the trouser really accentuated the 22-year old's ass. "So, what are your plans after you leave the service?" "Not sure yet" "I could help you set up a business." "Doing what? "You have the face of a natural salesman." Mr. Franco said admiring Andy's clean-shaven All-American looks. "Not sure about that" Franco sat next to Andy on the leather couch. "I thought you would want a break from the military life." "It was tough at first but got used to it " "Never thought you had it in you to be a Marine." "It's a family tradition." "You need to settle down and start a family give your mother grand kids: "I should become you." "Nothing wrong with that" "I don't think I can I lead a double life. "Look son, this it has to be for men like us, we can't all be prancing queens. . I'm not the only the one with a private lifestyle. There are more in the club." "Do you play golf and then fuck each other " "Nobody fucks me!." Franco grabbed Andy's arm. "Are you can slap me around like you use to? "I thought you needed a father figure to show you the way " " "A father should not abuse his boy": "My old man beat the queer out of me!" "Not all of it " Andy could see the lust in Franco's eyes. "You want me to get on my knees? " "Yes" "And suck your cock?" "Your mouth was made for that boy" Andy's dirty talk was arousing franco. "Then I could take you into the bedroom and fuck you the right way." Franco reached out for Andy who smacked his hand away. "I'm not that boy anymore." Franco stared into Andy's eyes. "You met someone?" "There was a sergeant who wanted me." Franco suddenly had an image of Andy lying on a cot as his commanding officer rammed a hard cock into his boy. . "How about you Mr. Franco" "I've been with others but nothing like you." "Was I that special?" "You reminded me of a boy I was in love with?" "What happened to him?" "He moved away." Andy pulled on Franco's tie. "Call me sir" "What?" Andy stood face to face with the middle-aged man. "Are you deaf Franco?" "No" "No what?" "No sir" "That's more like it." Franco did not like taking orders, He was willing to play along as soon as he got Andy into the bedroom he would tied him up and the real fun would begin "Get down on your knees" Andy commanded. Franco knelt in front of the young Marine officer. "You want my cock?'' Andy pointed to the bulge in front of his uniform trousers. "Yes sir" Franco started to pull down the zipper. "Ask for it?" "Can I suck you cock sir." Andy opened his fly exposing a hard eight-inch cock. He looked down at Franco. He could see the hunger in the older man's eyes as he licked his lips. "Suck it now" Andy commanded. Franco took the Marine's hard shaft into his mouth. "Yeah, that's it." Franco could not get enough of the hard marine cock. "You're a good cock sucker " Andy grabbed the back of Franco's head. "I should ram it down your throat." Andy wanted to choke the man with his cock. But there was no pleasure in it. This was not sex it was an act revenge. He shut his eyes but all he kept seeing was flashes of Franco abusing him. "Enough!" Andy pushed Franco off his hard cock. "I need it "Franco pleaded. "You want my load!" "Yes, please yes " Andy pumped his cock until he felt he was about to orgasm. "Open wide! " Andy ejaculated on Franco's face "Yeahhh" Franco licked his lips tasting the Marine's cum "So good so good " "You need to something to wash that down with." Andy stood over Franco aimed his dick and urinated all over the man's expensive suit. "What the hell?!" Franco was in shock as the stream of yellow liquid cascaded all over his body. "Don't you like the taste of my piss?" "You ruined my suit." "Too bad" "What the fuck is wrong with you?"' Andy zipped up his pants. "Where are you going boy?" "Out of here " "What about my offer?" "Not interested " "The arrangement could be good for both of us." "Good night" "You are life is going to be shit without me!" Andy walked out of the apartment leaving Mr. Franco drenched in urine. "Come back here!" Franco shouted as Andy slammed the door. Andy stood in front of the building. He knew Franco was watching him from the window. Andy did not look back. He saw a bus headed for the city and got on it. "Are we still on for tonight?". Andy read the text on the phone. "Yes "he texted back. "I'm waiting at the hotel." "What's room number? "3020" "Will be there soon." "I can't wait to see you." The hotel was in Midtown Manhattan. Andy rode the elevator to the 30th floor and walked down the hallway until he reached room 3020. He knocked on the door. "Right on time "Sergeant Costa greeted him. "Yes sir" Andy walked into the hotel room. "I'm glad you're here Andy." Costa shut the door. "Did you meet that Franco guy?" "Yes " "How did it go?" "I rather not talk about it " "We got better things to do " Costa pointed to a bottle of champagne. "Never thought you were so romantic sir " "You can stop with the sir shit" Costa handed Andy a glass filled with champagne and took another for himself. "Should I call you Mr. Costa?" "How about husband?" "When are we making it legal" Andy said as he sipped his drink. "As soon as we can" Costa kissed Andy. "And the honeymoon?" "That starts now." Andy and Pete began to undress each other as they kissed. Andy had a muscular smooth build. Costa was beefier and hairy. "You make so horny." The two marines ended on the bed kissing and stroking their hard cocks. "I can't wait to say I do to you." "Me neither " Andy felt Costa's fingers on his ass. "You are really horny sarge." Andy felt the Latino man's thick cock entering his ass. "Always baby" Andy loved the way Costa made love to him. It was so different from his experience with Franco. Costa had taught to him to be a marine and how real men make love. "Fuck me sarge" Costa kissed Andy on the back of the neck. "Ready for my load marine" "Yes sir! " Costa flooded his lover's ass with his cum "Love you" Costa whispered into Andy's ear. Andy turned and faced his future husband. "Semper fi" The two marines kissed. Andy had never felt safer in another man's arm as he did with his future husband. Mr. Franco was wrong, Andy thought; his life was going to be better than he had ever imagined. The End �2024Jaradonfiction Comments and suggestions are welcomed
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-13	Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2024 16:28:46 -0500 From: Slave Bear <[email protected]> Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 13 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Chapter 13 "Yes... Yes... Yes!!!" Male screams of ecstasy echoed down a dingy, poorly lit hall. They reverberated from a thin wooden door with peeling paint and a piece of paper labeled "Room 3" pasted to it. The room beyond was hot and stale. It reeked of tobacco smoke, musk, cum, and sweat. A solitary bed was situated in the middle of the room. Made of metal, it was rusted and looked over a hundred years old. The mattress, if you could call it that, sagged into the bent and worn-out metal frame and was stained dark colors. A worn, sweat-stained sheet that had once been white decades ago was all that separated it from the two figures above. "God, that dick feels good!" screamed the man again. He was in his late fifties but looked to be a decade older. His body was wrinkled and he had needle marks on both his arms. He was straddling the large frame of a younger man whose enormous cock was being driven deep into his loose ass. The younger man had his large hands on the older man's waist and was pulling down on him to get deep. A scrotum the size of a baseball contained enormous testicles that were primed and ready to breed. They bounced on the squeaking mattress and frame with each gyration. "Fuck!" the younger man growled with a deep and gravelly voice. "You ready for a second load, bitch?" "Fuck yeah!" the older man squealed in response. The younger man tensed. The muscles in his arms rippled, and his body arched upward as his orgasm crested. His enormous orbs jumped upward as his thick shaft undulated and shot load after thick load into the older man riding him. Intense pain soon followed. His body tensed, and his face contorted as he rode through the feeling. Cumming was never a pleasant experience, especially when the session lasted longer than the dose of the drug he took. But he was getting paid to fuck and breed his clients, and he needed to empty his balls. "Damn!" the older man screamed as his small cock erupted hands-free. "You fucked a load out of me!" The younger man let his body fall into the mattress with a thud. He dropped his arms and squeezed his fists as the pins and needles and sharp pains traveled through his groin and up his spine. "Fuck!" the younger man growled louder as he let his head fall back. "You are a beast!" the older man replied with a smile as he reached down and rubbed the thin hairs that covered the younger man's chest. Decades of previous hair removal had stunted his follicles, and apart from the scraggly beard on his face, peach fuzz was all he could grow from the neck down. The younger man opened his eyes and looked up at the older man, and he tried to smile. "Well, you paid for an hour and got two big loads. I hope you are satisfied." "Fuck yeah!" the older man said as he lifted his body off the thick, girthy pole that was still at attention and dripping." "You always give me quite a ride!" the older man said as he stepped onto the floor of the room and attempted to squeeze his ass shut. Cum was dripping down his leg as he slid on his pants and put on a dingy shirt. "I'm afraid I don't have any cash to tip you with, but I will add a few dollars to the bill on the way out." "Thanks," the younger man said as he pulled himself up and twisted to let his large legs fall over the side of the bed and his big feet land on the floor. His cock was still pulsing, but it slowly deflated as he grabbed a cigarette off a broken table next to the bed and lit it. He sucked on the rolled paper, letting the pungent tobacco fill his lungs, which he then exhaled into the air above as he nodded at the older man who had just put his shoes on. "I'll see you next week," the older man said. "Till then," the younger man replied. The older man left, and as the door to the room closed, the younger man let out a groan as he grabbed his balls and cock. "Fucking hell." Placing the cigarette on the side of the table, he reached into a basket and pulled out a syringe filled with a cloudy liquid. Pulling the cap off the end, he inserted it into a port that had been permanently implanted in his upper arm, located just above his former slave tattoos. Pushing the stopper at the end of the syringe, the drug flooded his system, and he felt a numbing fog wash over his brain. Dropping the empty syringe, he grabbed the cigarette, placed it in his mouth, and then fell back on the dingy bed. A cool flush caused his body to shutter. His balls quivered and sunk low in their large home as his cock pulsed and then slid to the side and deflated. The young man inhaled deeply as he ran his hands over his body. The pain ebbed, and he could almost feel the chemicals prepping his body to recharge and fuck once again. The young man had experienced a hard time over the past nine months. But, then again, he had always had a hard life. He had been born Jeffery Allen Kennedy, Jr. The eldest son is the fourth child of two poor migrant farmers in north Texas. His parents had gone on to have nine kids, and he and his siblings were put to work as soon as they could legally be in the fields. He had left grade school after seventh grade and had grown into a strong and muscled teen through his manual labor. His large feet and hands were assets as he toiled in the fields and did odd jobs for the neighbors to bring in extra cash. He still remembered the first girl he fucked. Her name was Jill, and she was the daughter of a man that Jeff had been chopping wood for. They were both fifteen, and after hours of swinging an axe, his body was covered in sweat, and his pants were soaked, highlighting his impressive package. She had been flirting with him for over a week, but when she hiked up her skirt and fingered herself in front of the teen, Jeff could take no more. They both ran to the barn, and he was soon deep in her, sowing his oats for the first time. As he matured, he began to make his way to other farms and bedded a wide selection of Texas teens. He was quite a catch and had no trouble getting laid. But his life all changed the day he turned seventeen. A drought had swept through the Great Plains that year, and many farmers were impacted before the government stepped in to help. His family took it the hardest. The land they were working on was decimated, and his parents blew through all of their savings trying to support their children. Jeff knew what was coming, though he still felt the pain in his chest when his father told him he would be sold into slavery along with two of his younger brothers. His older sister was also promised to an older farmer in the next county over, who could support her, and she agreed to take on two of the youngest girls as well. His entire family was being broken up to survive. Jeff still remembered being dropped off at the Texas Slave Market by his father. He put on a brave face, but when his twenty-year contract was signed, he was swiftly moved into the processing center. He turned to see his father leaving without a goodbye. The young man was soon stripped naked. His clothes were disposed of, and a hefty green tag was attached to his ear. He was treated just like the cattle he saw on the farms where he grew up. His physique did not go unnoticed. He was a hairy young man with dense, dark fur covering his chest, arms, and legs. He had a nice size set of balls and an above-average cock that swung side to side with every step he made with his large feet. His chest was broad and muscled, and his arms and legs were thick and powerful. He could have tried to escape if he wanted to, but he knew better. The first day at the facility had been humiliating. He had been gawked at and examined. He had been fed an erection-inducing pill, and when he was at full mast, a man arrived to shove a large metal probe up his ass. Electricity had been delivered, and he screamed as his cock convulsed and his cum was collected in a container to be sampled and studied. A ball gag had been forced into his mouth, so he was unable to speak. He had then been chained naked in a cage next to dozens and dozens of other slaves. There were young men of all shapes, sizes, and colors, but they had one thing in common. They were all about to be sold. He had to squat and shit twice in the side of the cage and then stare at the piles for hours before men came to hose it away. He had been dehumanized. He was no longer a man. He was a piece of property, and he had cried himself to sleep against the cold metal bars. In the morning, he was awoken by the clang of metal on the bars of his cage. He looked up to see the face of a large man. Clyde Handleman had been given exclusive early access to check out the slave property being sold that day. He had gone to school with the facility's owner, and the man had owed him a few favors from past gambling debts. Clyde was a massive beast of a man. His ebony skin glistened in the light of the warehouse, and his deep brown eyes pierced through Jeff's cage and zeroed in on the young man's physique. "So, your family sold ya," Clyde said. "You are quite a fine specimen of a slave." "Yes, Sir," Jeff replied into his gag as he nodded. "Y698," Clyde said as he read the fact sheet that had been attached to the young slave's cage. "Yes. Those are very impressive stats. And your sperm counts and mobility are very high. Have you knocked up anyone yet?" "No, Sir," Jeff said into the round rubber ball between his teeth as he shook his head. "I'm shocked with these numbers," Clyde replied. "Well, let me get down to it. I am going to purchase you today. I know this is an auction, but let's say I have a deal in place to purchase any slave I want before the festivities begin. I need what is in those balls of yours." Jeff remembered swallowing a load of spit at that point. "I'm starting a breeding farm," Clyde continued. "I will start with three slaves, and you will be my first purchase today. The slave market will process you, and in addition to slave tattoos and an implant in your neck to keep you from escaping, you will be fitted with a port in your arm. Through this, I will be able to pump drugs into your body. This will cause those impressive balls of yours to swell even larger, and your shaft will thicken and engorge as well. Your hormones will be supercharged, and you soon will be able to cum several times a day. I hope to milk those balls at least four times a day." Jeff's eyes were wide as he heard his future owner speak. His cock involuntarily swelled between his legs at the thought. "I see that that cock of yours approves of this idea," Clyde replied with a laugh. "The drugs will also increase your volume and potency. It is the sperm I need, after all. Unfortunately, it also means your orgasms will become painful. But the concoction I'll be giving you will also include a sedative and a chemical that will make you feel like you are on cloud nine. Yes, for the next twenty years, your cock will be milked over and over, and your seed will be sold for profit, making me a wealthy man. At least that is the hope." Jeff was now shaking on the floor of his cage. "Now, don't be nervous, there!" Clyde said as he squatted down, reached out, and gently squeezed Jeff's leg. "You are going to be my bull for profit. I will take excellent care of you. You will be well-fed and allowed to work out to maintain your physique. However, we will have to remove all that hair of yours. It just is not sanitary in a milking facility. We can dip you weekly in a bath of chemicals to make all that body hair fall off, and your face and head will be shaved daily. Just be calm. Be lucky that I am purchasing you. You could have been bought as a sex slave or for manual labor!" Clyde laughed again as he stood, and Jeff's eyes followed his every move. "I can't wait till my young boy sees you. Lewis is just as excited as I am to get this milking farm started. He has never seen a slave before, and you will be a great specimen for him to inspect. I will see you again soon." Jeff had watched as Clyde walked away. Soon after, he was removed from his cage and sent back for processing. Within a week, he had been tattooed, branded, and implanted with his port and had arrived at Handleman Farms for his first day in the barn. He had already been given his first denuding. His smooth skin was an odd sensation, as was his shaved head and face. He had always had a nice beard and long hair to match his furry body. A metal band had been installed around his waist, and a metal chastity cage attached to this had encased his genitals, which had already been significantly enlarged through particular drugs at the market. His balls had increased in size by almost twenty-five percent, and they ached as he had not been allowed to touch himself or orgasm for over a week. The stall Clyde had selected for him had been at the end of a newly constructed barn. A metal chair greeted him as he approached it, and his master had helped him into it and strapped him in. It was only then that the metal chastity cage was removed, and a tube was placed over his shaft, which rapidly filled with blood upon release. The port in his arm was attached to tubes that delivered a drug into his body, and a separate tube was placed in his mouth and secured with a small gag so that he could receive fluids and sustenance throughout the day. The drug that had been delivered into his port acted quickly. He had felt a flush over his whole body that made him shiver, and his balls and cock had reacted almost immediately. His shaft filled the tube it was inserted in, and the feeling of blue balls increased in his testicles. "We are almost done," Clyde said with pride as he reached under Jeff's chair. The chair was designed to spread and lift the slave's legs. Clyde slid a rubber noose around the fist-sized testicles that hung below and secured them so they were out of the way. He then pulled a lever, and a lubricated metal butt plug swung into place and forced its way into Jeff's ass. The young man had screamed and flinched as it invaded his virgin ass, and his ass clamped tight around the smaller neck of the device. "There we go," Clyde said with a smile as he rubbed the smooth legs of the slave. "You are ready, Y698." Clyde looked at the eyes of his slave and paused a moment before reaching down and feeling the heavy balls that were now primed to produce. "No, I think we will call you Hog," the man said. "That cock and balls of yours are already thick and heavy, and before long, it will be double that size. A definite hog." Jeff watched as Clyde pressed a switch and soon felt more chemicals flood his body as the milking machines started and began to stroke his cock. He groaned as he felt the movement up and down on his sensitive shaft, and he felt himself drifting into a cloud of bliss. It only took fifty seconds for the slave's balls to lift and his cock to explode inside the tube. A massive load of cum was soon sucked away, and Jeff was amazed as he saw it sail through the tubing and up and over his head. But then he felt a tinge of pain. It became more and more intense, and his body seized. As the orgasm crested, he felt as though a knife was being stabbed into his groin. Clyde saw this and adjusted the dosage of the meds, and soon, the feeling left the slave's body as he drifted off into a blissful sleep. "Yeah, we need to work on the dosage of that med, Hog," Clyde had said as the slave was drifting off. "But we will adjust things so you won't feel any more pain." It had been the first day of Hog's life as a slave, and soon, the days became weeks, then months, then years. Two decades passed as he was milked time and time again. His balls increased well over two hundred percent of their starting size, and his sack hung like a baseball between his thick, muscled legs. His shaft and head had also enlarged, adding three inches in length and two and a half in girth to his already impressive package. But the slave could never admire what was attached to him. It was always locked away in a chastity cage when he was not being milked, and when he was in his stall, he was always in a fog of drug-induced bliss. Over the years, Clyde had retired and handed the farm over to his son Lewis, who had cared for and treated Hog as a prized animal. So, it had been quite a shock when he had woken up and prepared for another day's milking only to have his chastity cage removed, handed clothes for the first time, and told he was a free man. Jeff did not know what to do. His whole life revolved around being milked and producing for his Master. He had been given six doses of medication to take with him to help him deal with the pain of orgasms that would come now that he was on his own. Without the constant pharmaceutical drips, however, he had been told he would be able to adjust back to a normal human life with less volume and more pleasure in his shots of cum. He had also been given enough money to cover six months of rent at a housing facility for ex-slaves, and he had travel resources to return home. As he was put into a car by the technician slave who had come to care for him and drove away from the farm for the last time, he reached down and felt the bulge in his jeans and silently cried. Jeff was let out at a bus stop and took the following route to his old hometown. When he arrived, he could barely recognize it. The area had been built with apartments and homes, and none of the farms he had worked at and grown up on existed. As he stepped off the bus, many people turned to stare at him. He was bald and clean-shaven. There was not a hair on his body. He had been given a stylish shirt and pants, but they were cut tight, and the obscene bulge in the front was hard to hide, as were the slave tattoos on his arms and neck that bore his former designation, Y698. The hole in his ear that had held his green tag for two decades was also visible. There was no hiding he had been a slave, but everyone needed to know he was not an "escaped" slave. Thus, he quickly went to the nearest police office to obtain a metal dog tag around his neck that designated him as a free man. While at the station, he used their computer system to try to locate his family. His parents had disappeared years ago, and there were no records of them in any of the state files. Nor were there records of his two brothers, who had also been sold into slavery. However, if they had been released on the same day as he had, it could take time for their records to be reprocessed and located anywhere in the world. He found the records for two of his sisters. One lived in New York, and another in Spain now. However, none of his relatives were nearby, and he left the station without direction. The hostel in the town center that took in ex-slaves was an older building, but it was clean and well-maintained. Jeff had checked in under Hog's name. He had been called that for twenty years and saw no reason not to use it as his official name now. The woman at the desk constantly stared at his crotch, and she smiled while she checked him in. When she was done and handed him his room key, Hog blurted out the first thing on his mind. "Look, I just was released from a slave milking facility this morning, and my balls are killing me. I might be reading this wrong, but do you want to help me blow a load or two? I haven't been with a woman in twenty years, but I don't think it would take much." "Yes!" the woman shouted as she grabbed Hog's arm and led him down the hall and to the room. As they entered, she tore off her clothes as Hog kicked off his uncomfortable shoes and peeled off the shirt and pants that constricted him. The woman's eyes bulged when she saw the massive slab of meat that emerged and the huge dangling balls that dropped below. Hog's shaft immediately engorged as he reached down and felt it. "Fuck, I haven't even touched my cock since I was a teenager," he said. "Well, come over here, and let's put it to use, stud!" she said. "You milking bulls always give a good ride!" The woman reached out and threw the large man onto the bed and straddled him, shoving his thick tool deep inside her. Hog groaned as his eyes rolled back into his head, and she did her work. She was loose and no stranger to riding cock, especially milking bull cocks, and it was not long till Hog felt a warm feeling in his body. "Oh, God," Hog said. "I am so fucking close." The woman groaned in ecstasy as Hog went over the edge. At first, the massive shot of cum that left his balls was a relief. He had been wanting to jack off since he had left his former home. The force of the load was such that it filled the woman and dripped out and over the large man's shaft and balls. But then, a sharp pain followed. Like someone had taken a knife to his balls, a searing pain shot threw Hog as more loads of cum erupted from him. "FUCK!" Hog screamed in pain. "Oh," the woman replied as she continued to ride the man to her orgasm. "I forgot to warn you about that. It will take time for those drugs they gave you to work out of your system. Until you do, the stuff that made you hard, horny, and able to shoot so much will give you a lot of pain." "Oh fuck!" Hog screamed again as more cum shot from his loins. The woman seemed to get off on his pain, and she experienced an orgasm as her body flushed and she rode the geyser that was overfilling her. Hog tried to push her off, but she clamped tight on him and continued to ride. "You stay still, bitch!" the woman screamed as her voice became firm and deep. "Or I will tell them you are causing trouble. You are my bull for pleasure now!" Hog groaned as he felt this woman take control. When the orgasms finally stopped, the pain in his balls ebbed, and the woman pulled herself from the large man's tool. She grabbed Hog's pants and fished out one of the syringes he had been given, and she plunged the contents into the port in his arm. As it flooded his system, he felt a familiar rush of euphoria. "Now you listen here," the woman said as she tossed the syringe in a trashcan. "You mention that we fucked to anyone, and I will kick you out. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master," Hog groaned as he flew through a sky of pink clouds. His softening cock fell into a quarter cup of cum that puddled on his groin. "Do you have family here?" she asked. "No," Hog replied. "Do you have a job prospect?" she asked. "No," Hog replied. "Would you like one?" she asked. "I don't know, Master," Hog replied. "Master," the woman said with a laugh. "I love newly freed slaves. They are so pliable. You just come to me if you need employment. I know of a job for a hung milking slave like you that will help pay for that drug you seem to like so much. And believe me, when you start going through withdrawal soon, you will beg for it." The woman laughed as she left the room, and Hog passed out. Hog had woken up hours later. His groin was covered in crusted cum, and his cock was erect and throbbing. He leaned over and grabbed another syringe from his pants, plunged it into his port, and then proceeded to jack himself off for the first time in twenty years. It felt weird holding his shaft. It was far larger than the last time he had stroked it, but as his mind drifted into the sky again, cum erupted from his loins and covered his body and bed. He jacked off twice more before coming down off the drug and wandering out to get his first meal as a free man. Hog had only been given six syringes of the drug. He was supposed to report to a local medical facility to start treatments to lower his sex drive and prepare him to remove his arm port, ass brand, and slave tattoos. However, when he had been told that the process often caused depression and erectile difficulties, he had a change of heart. What did it matter if he had his tattoos or a big brand on his ass? It was evident from the hole in his ear and the massive bulge in his pants that he had been a slave. He had taken to walking barefoot everywhere as well. He never wore shoes on the farm, which were too uncomfortable to wear now. After three days, he was out of his drug, and withdrawal symptoms followed. He began to sweat in his bed, and he nearly passed out from the searing agony he experienced when he came. The woman who ran the facility also forced him to please her whenever she was in heat, and she orgasmed every time his body was rocked with pain. But, when he did a good job, she would plunge a shot of the drug into his arm from her stash, and it allowed him to live another day. Hog soon started purchasing Zirtran B off the street using the funds he had been given. In small doses, it allowed him to maintain his erections and load volume and ease the pain that came with it, but even purchasing small doses added up. Within two months, he was broke and was at the mercy of his landlord. She seemed pleased at the former slave under her control and soon found a permanent place of employment for him: a local brothel. The place was a rat hole at the edge of town. The rooms stunk and were roach-infested, but Hog was promised three meals a day and a healthy dose of his drug to keep him in top form and able to meet the needs of multiple clients daily. He had been warned by his former master and by the medical people he had seen after he became free that continued use of the drug would eventually leave him sterile and unable to cum, but right now, all he needed was to breed his next client so he could get his fix. As Hog blew the last bits of smoke from the cigarette in his mouth away, he pulled himself to a sitting position and grabbed a crusted towel to wipe the remnants of cum away from his shaft and abdomen. Inside the drawer of the table, he found a box of wipes that he used to half-heartedly clean and disinfect his genitalia. Throwing the cloth in a small trash bin, he flexed his body and felt his muscles. They had started to decrease in size from lack of exercise, though his body was still impressive. A knock on the door distracted him, and he looked up to see a young fit man appear. It was his next client. Most of them were men. At first, this disgusted him. But over time, he realized a nut was a nut. It didn't matter what sex his client was as long as he got fed and was given his drug. He was a slave again. But, then again, he had always been a slave. "Howdy," Hog said as he stroked his stiff cock. "What position do you want to be in?" "Lean back and throw those legs on my shoulders," the young man said as he unbuckled his belt. "I've got eight inches of thick meat, and I wanna see your big cock and balls bouncing as you take my loads." "All yours, stud," Hog said as he leaned back, lifted and spread his legs, and exposed his gaping hole. "Pound my branded exslave ass and breed me with your cum." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-11	Date: Tue, 21 Nov 2023 15:58:48 -0500 From: Slave Bear <[email protected]> Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 11 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Chapter 11 Handleman Farms had only been in operation for twenty years, but it was well known in the community for its high standard of production of slave semen. The product was highly valued in the medical industry, where it was turned into stem cells and used for various purposes. Clyde Handleman had started the business with just three breeding slaves, which he called bulls. But, within five years, he had grown his herd to fifteen, purchased slave technicians to tend to them, and considerably added to the farm. The business had been profitable enough to allow him to retire to a tropical island and hand the operations over to his son. In the five years since he took over, Lewis Handleman expanded the property and staff to maximize efficiency. The farm consisted of the main production facility where the best-producing bulls were milked. This building also housed the storage facility where the semen was kept frozen for collection. Behind the main building, an auxiliary structure housed the other half of the herd. Lewis's residence was located behind and to the right of this building. A two-story farm home built over a hundred years ago, he had completely renovated the inside and made it a luxurious retreat. Behind Lewis's home, an extra large barn had been built to house up to two dozen bull slaves. Across from this, another barn contained a dining hall, kitchen, and gym facilities to keep the slaves fed and in shape. A smaller building at the back housed the technician slaves responsible for all the labor on the farm. Lewis owned six technician slaves. Each was required to be clean-shaven, hairless from the neck down, and always naked, though they wore special rubber footwear on the property. Three worked a `morning' shift from midnight to noon, and three worked an `evening' shift from noon to midnight, so there were always slaves on duty to tend to the bull slaves and maintain the property. A blue-tagged thirty-two-year-old ginger led the morning shift with the designation K453, known as Kilo. It had been a slave for ten years and was in a thirty-five-year contract that it had entered into willingly. Working with it was Tango, a blue tag with the designation T783. It was a pale, skinny, white boy who had just turned twenty. It had served two years of a voluntary fifteen-year slave contract and was shy and quiet. Oscar was the third member of the morning shift. Designated O564, the slave was an Asian male who was twenty-five years old and had served six years of its fifteen-year voluntary contract. The evening shift was headed by Victor, a thirty-year-old green tag slave designated V032. Its family in Sydney, Australia, had initially sold it into slavery with a contract of thirty-five years to help pay off debts. However, the rancher who purchased it sold Victor after one year to a wealthy man who brought the slave to Texas to work in his oil field. When that man got in trouble for not paying taxes, it was listed with the Texas Slave Market and sold to Lewis. The second member of the evening shift was Zed. A Canadian, green tag Z934, was twenty-one years old and had served four years of a twenty-year contract. It, too, had been sold by its family to pay for debts. The final member of the shift was Beta, a yellow tag designated B532. It was a seventeen-year-old Hispanic male who had just been purchased from the Texas Slave Market several months ago on a five-year slave contract that would lead to its American citizenship upon its release. Lewis expected his technician slaves to run the business and maintain the property independently. The foremen, Kilo and Victor, were responsible for seeing that the bulls were cared for and that any supplies and food that the farm needed were purchased and dispensed efficiently. They also coordinated with the facility the farm contracted with to pick up the semen produced from the bulls at regular intervals. Lewis had a hands-off approach but checked on the slaves periodically to ensure his high standards were constantly met. At all other times, he enjoyed his life, golfed regularly, and traveled often. The herd at Handleman farms had been operating with twenty bulls for several years until the oldest slave, Y698 (also known as Hog due to its enormous fat cock), completed its twenty-year contract. Lewis had been sorry to see the bull go. It had been one of the original three breeding slaves purchased by his father and an excellent producer over its lifetime. However, its volume had decreased in the last two years. Lewis took care to treat most of his bulls properly, especially the yellow, blue, and green-tagged slaves that were on term contracts. Hog was a green tag and had been sold into slavery by its family at the age of seventeen. Most milking farms pumped their breeding slaves until the testicles of the bulls were non-functional. Lewis, however, usually slowly reduced the drugs the term contract slaves were given. This resulted in a drop in their semen quota but would ensure that they could still have functional genitals in their future lives. Hog's last day of production ended just like its first. It woke up at 5 am and was groomed, washed, and fed. By 7 am, it took its place in its breeding stall, had its chastity belt removed, and was given its first semen extraction, or milking. Additional milkings occurred at 9:30 am, noon, 3:30 pm, and 5 pm. At this point, the bulls would be removed from their stalls, their chastity belts reinstalled, and sent to the exercise room to lift weights and work out. Dinner was at 7 pm, and they were to be in bed promptly at 9 pm. During their time in their milking stalls, the bulls were hooked up to a device that pumped a chemical cocktail into their arms through a special port surgically installed after they were purchased. The drugs regulated the hormones in their system to keep their testicles and semen production at a high level, but it also sedated them and kept them in a dreamlike state since the intense orgasms caused by the drug could be painful. They spent so much time in this drug-induced coma that it did not take long before all the bulls lost track of time. Thus, as the sun rose on the horizon and the bulls were woken from their beds, Hog awoke and, as it had done for two decades, made its way to the showers to prepare for another milking day. That is, until it saw its owner in the doorway to its stall. Conditioned after so many years of service, the slave spread its legs, put its arms behind its head, and stood at attention. "Good morning, Master!" Lewis smiled as he stared at his loyal bull. Its body was still in top form, with broad shoulders and defined muscles. Its large chastity cage stuck out prominently from the metal band that secured it to the slave's waist, barely containing the enormous balls and cock underneath. "Do you know what day it is, Hog?" Lewis asked. "It is another fine day to produce for you, Master!" Hog replied. Lewis smiled as he gripped the paperwork in his hands. "Not any longer, Hog," Lewis said. "As of today, you have completed your twenty-year slavery contract." Hog was confused as its Master unrolled the coil of paper in his hands and began to read. "Slave Y698. The state of Texas affirms that on this date, you have served the balance of your contract to your owner, Lewis Handleman, and are no longer considered his property. Your full rights as a citizen are restored, and your Slave Registration certificate has been marked null and void and replaced with your original Birth Certificate. As such, you shall be referred to as Jeff Allen Kennedy once again and be subject to the laws and protections afforded you under the Constitution. In recognition of your service, the state has set aside funds to help you travel to the location of your choice and cover your basic needs for the next six months." "Master?" came the reply. "You are a free man, Jeff," Lewis said. "Not that I am exactly happy about it since I have come to depend on you for so long." Jeff was speechless. "You don't have to stand at attention before me anymore either," Lewis said. Jeff slowly put his hands down to his sides as Lewis turned and snapped his fingers. Immediately, Kilo appeared with a box in its hands. Opening the container, it grabbed a special key. The slave knelt on the floor, inserted it into the bolt in the front of Jeff's belt, and unscrewed it, allowing the cage that covered its genitals to fall away. The band was then removed as well. Jeff looked down at his naked body, unsure of what to do. After Kilo placed the chastity belt and cage on the floor, it stood and reached for the metal band that surrounded Jeff's neck. As the slave put a different device on a small seam, the band popped open and was pulled away. The slave then grabbed some pliers and used them to open and remove the ring that held the identification tag in the man's ears. Jeff rubbed the hole that remained. He had worn the tag for so long that he had forgotten what it was like not to have it. Finally, Kilo retrieved a small square instrument and held it behind Jeff's neck. After pressing a few buttons, a loud beep could be heard. "Your security implant is now inactive," Lewis said. "Since it was placed near your brain stem, it is impossible to remove, but it will not cause any harm in its current state. I'm afraid there is nothing we can do here about your arm implant, slave tattoos, or my brand on your ass, but the state will pay to have those surgically removed. You will need to contact them to set up a date for that procedure. In the meantime, however, be sure to carry your freedom papers so that no one tries to arrest you as a runaway slave." "Yes, Master," Jeff replied. "For twenty years now, I have regulated your hormones to enlarge your testicles and increase their production of sperm," Lewis said. "While we have been slowly reducing the dosage of this medication for the past six months in preparation for your contract ending, you will still go through some withdrawals. This is unavoidable. Your balls will always be oversized, and they may ache over the next few months. You may need to ensure you masturbate several times a day until your body can readjust to normal levels. Be aware that your orgasms may be painful for a time, too. I have prepared six syringes of the medication you can push into your port should you find the effects of being off the drug are too much. Please only use the drug if necessary and see a medical provider if you suffer severe issues." "Yes, Master," Jeff replied as the slave beside him handed the man a small pouch containing the medication. "You have helped me grow strong. I am sure I will be able to adapt." "Former slaves often ask me about the proper function of their balls," Lewis continued. "I have ensured that while your sperm quality and volume might be degraded, you will still be able to start a family in the future, should you choose." "Thank you," Jeff replied. Kilo turned and left. When it returned, the slave technician carried a pair of new shoes in its hand along with freshly pressed clothes folded neatly on top of them. "These are for you, Jeff," Lewis said as Kilo handed the bundle over. The man was shaking as he took the clothes. "I don't know what to say, Master." Lewis smiled and put his hand gently on the man's shoulders. "My name is Lewis, Jeff. You may call me that now or Mr. Handleman if you prefer. Please get dressed. I made sure those clothes were stylish and would fit you. Kilo will see you to the front of the property. We have a car coming to take you to the bus stop, and you can go anywhere you want from there. An envelope in one of the shoes contains money for you to start your life over with." Jeff broke out in tears. "Oh, Master! I'm so used to being your bull." Lewis rubbed the man's shoulders as Jeff sat down on his cot. "Do you remember being a free man?" "Sort of, Master," Jeff replied. "Now, Jeff," Lewis said. "I said you don't have to call me Master. You need to get used to being a free citizen again." "I'm sorry, Mr. Handleman." Jeff stammered. "This is a lot to take in at once." Lewis chuckled. "You will be ok. But I must go. I have things to attend to, and the farm must prepare for your replacement, who will be here shortly. I want you to wipe your face and get dressed. Kilo will take good care of you." Lewis held out his hand, and Jeff looked at it. "Put your hand out and shake mine, Jeff." Jeff complied, and Lewis gripped the man's hand firmly. "Thank you for your service," Lewis said. "You know the dad bought you when I was ten years old. I grew up admiring that huge cock of yours and how much it produced. I am going to miss my big, hung bull slave around here. You will be hard to replace. Best of luck to you in the future." "Thank you, Master," Jeff said. "I mean... Mr. Handleman. It was my honor to produce for you and your father over the years." Lewis grinned and left. Jeff then looked up at Kilo. "I was a slave for so long. I don't know how to live any other way." "It's ok, Sir," Kilo said as it unfolded the shirt purchased for the man. "Give it some time. You will adjust. I am here to serve and help you now, though. Let's get you dressed." It took some maneuvering to get Jeff's cock and balls into his pair of jeans. The tight fit left the man with a prominent bulge in the front. The t-shirt Lewis provided for him likewise generously showed off the man's muscles and toned body, though the port protruded out, and his slave tattoos were partially visible on his upper arms. After Kilo helped him into his socks and shoes, Jeff stood in his stall awkwardly. "How do I look?" Kilo smiled. "You are quite a handsome man, Sir. Master chose your clothes well. I am sure you will get many admiring glances." Jeff smiled as he rubbed the fabric on his body and flexed his feet. "It feels so weird to have clothes on. I forgot how much it could itch. These shoes are so uncomfortable, too. I'm used to being in my bare feet." Kilo handed the man the envelope that contained his money. "Perhaps you should buy some flip-flops." "That is not a bad idea!" Jeff replied. Kilo laughed. "Come with me, Sir. It is time to go." Jeff felt very weird being called Sir but followed the naked slave as he was led out of the barn. He passed his former fellow bulls, who looked at him inquisitively, unsure of why the man was dressed and leaving. As the two walked outside, the morning sky blazed with reds and yellows as the sun began to rise. They continued down the dirt path that led away from the farm, and Jeff looked back one last time at his home for the past two decades. "I am so scared," Jeff said again as they reached the end of the driveway. "Think of it as a new adventure," Kilo replied. "Do you know where you will go first?" "I guess I should look up my family in Dallas," Jeff said. "I guess my parents are still alive. I don't know if they will recognize or accept me." "You will be ok," Kilo said as they paused near the street. "It's only been twenty years. I am sure they have not forgotten about you, Sir. And don't forget, the state will pay for your living expenses for the next six months. You have time to readjust. Use that time. You earned it." Jeff reached down and adjusted his balls. "Master... I mean, Mr. Handleman... was right. My balls are sore. I sure wish I could have been milked before I left." "You can always masturbate in the bathroom at the bus stop," Kilo replied. "Huh," Jeff replied. "I guess you are right. I don't have to wait for a specific time to cum anymore, and I can touch myself whenever I want." "Just don't rub your shaft raw," Kilo said with a laugh. A car came down the street and stopped in front of them. Kilo opened the back door and confirmed with the driver as Jeff rubbed his shoes in the dirt, trying to get comfortable in them. Turning back to Kilo, he threw his arms around the slave and hugged it. "I will miss you, Kilo," Jeff said. "I will miss you too, Sir," Kilo replied. "Please call me Hog," Jeff said. "Take care of yourself, Hog," Kilo said as it rubbed the man's back. "You were the best breeding bull we ever had." Jeff wiped a tear from his face after breaking the embrace. He stepped into the car, and Kilo closed the door before stepping back. As the car drove away, the slave returned to the barn. Much needed to be done to prepare for the new arrival. On the loading dock of the Texas Slave Market, a beam of sunlight shone down and highlighted the two guards and the large slave that was being held between them. Lewis saw them through the windshield of his truck as he approached, and he smiled. Pulling up near the platform and parking, he stepped out and dusted off his boots before walking up the steps. "Well, look at what we have here!" Lewis replied as he stepped in front of the slave. "You look so much better without all that body hair!" E754 stared forward. The anger was evident in its gaze, but it had been warned several times that it would regret it if it made any sudden moves. Lewis slowly walked around the slave, stopping behind to admire his personal brand seared into the slave's ass flesh. "Yes, you look much better," Lewis said as he continued around and stood in front of the slave again. "Ahh, Mr. Handleman!" came the voice of a well-dressed man approaching from the building. "I hope you are pleased with your purchase." "The slave looks very good," Lewis replied. "How is its health?" "Excellent!" the man replied as he handed some paperwork to Lewis. "It has adjusted well to the enhancement drugs. Its testicles have increased in size by 30%, and it is producing copious amounts of semen during its nocturnal emissions. It should be ripe and ready for its first milking." "Excellent," Lewis said as he looked down at the large metal cage surrounding the slave's genitals. A thin thread of clear fluid glistened in the light as it extended out of the drain port of the cage and dripped down to the ground below. "I see it precums a lot too!" Lewis exclaimed. "An excellent sign." "Yes, indeed," the man replied, handing Lewis a small box. "We have transferred activation of the implant in its neck to this device. As you requested, it will cause instant paralysis and unconsciousness if activated." "Thank you," Lewis said. "Are we ready to go?" "Yes," the man replied. "The guards will load your slave for you." "Excellent," Lewis replied. "Let's get a move on." The guards grabbed E754's arms and led the slave down the steps to the ground and then to the back of Lewis's truck. A large metal cage was opened, and E754 was placed inside before locking the door. Ensuring the slave was safely secured, Lewis waved to the departing guards, entered his vehicle, and left the facility. The ride to the farm was bumpy, and E754's ass bounced on the hard metal bed often. The slave grabbed onto the heavy bards of the cage for support and watched as the landscape passing by turned more rural. It took almost thirty minutes for the truck to reach its destination, and as the vehicle drove up the dirt path towards a large building with two huge doors, E754 growled. "Welcome to your new home," Lewis said as he stepped out of the truck and stood near the cage. Near the building, the slaves Kilo, Tango, and Oscar stood waiting at attention. Lewis snapped his fingers, and the slaves immediately approached and unlocked the cage. As the door swung open, E754 had just about taken the opportunity to leap away when Lewis held up a device in his hands. "Now remember, slave," Lewis said. "One press of this, and you will be on the dirt. Don't fuck with me today!" E754 released an audible growl as it slowed and stepped onto the dirt in its pink rubber footwear. Standing tall, it watched as the slaves closed the cage door, and Oscar jumped into the truck to park it in Lewis's garage. The other two slaves stood on either side of it. "Have you set up the apparatus, Kilo?" Lewis asked the ginger slave. "Yes, Master," Kilo replied. "Everything is prepared as you have instructed. We have set it up in front of Hog's former stall. The rest of the bulls have been put in their chairs and are having their first milking." "Excellent," Lewis replied. "Tango and Kilo, you may both attend to your duties. I can handle our new bull from here." "Yes, Master," the two slaves replied. "Walk beside me, slave," Lewis said as he pointed to the large building. E754 looked at him sternly but complied. When they approached the entrance, the slave could hear the sounds of machines whirring and smell the disinfectant in the air. The interior was bright and sanitary. Metal stalls lined each side of the structure, and in each, a large naked slave was strapped down in a chair-like piece of metal furniture and had a device installed over their cocks. E754 eyes widened as it saw the devices moving up and down on the slaves, slowly stroking their shafts. "Welcome to your new home," Lewis said. "You will soon be joining the ranks of my herd of bulls." "Fuck!" E754 blurted out. Lewis turned and stared at him, and the slave stopped dead in its tracks. "You will only speak when spoken to," Lewis replied. "Is that understood, slave?" E754 just stared at the man, and Lewis cracked a smile. "I'm going to enjoy breaking your will." Lewis continued walking, and E754 followed beside him. As they reached the end of the building, the slave saw a metal structure set up in front of an empty stall. Lewis paused and turned to the slave. "This will be your stall for as long as you are one of the bulls in my herd," Lewis said. "But, first, it is time for your orientation. Step in front of this machine, slave." E754 huffed and moved forward. The metal device looked almost like a bedframe standing on end, though it had many joints and hinges. At the top corners were straps with a large U-shaped cushion in the center. Additional cushions ran vertically below this, some with gaps and holes in them, and an additional set of straps were near the bottom corners of the device. "Face the machine here," Lewis said. "And raise your hands. They will be strapped in place, and your head will go in the padded area in between. I want you to put your body flush with the cushions, and I will adjust the machine so your chastity cage is in the correct position." E754 hesitated and refused to move. "I won't ask again, slave," Lewis said. "I can just as easily do this while you are unconscious, and I promise you will regret that." E754 complied. It moved till its face sat in the U-shaped pillow, and it raised its hands and allowed Lewis to strap them tightly into place. Lewis then used a control pad on the side to raise and lower the padded sections in the middle till the slave's chastity cage fit perfectly in place. Lewis then bent down and used the bottom straps to tightly bind the slave's legs. "Excellent," Lewis said as he moved to the other side of the device. Thrusting his hands into his pocket, Lewis retrieved a small tool, which he inserted into the bolt in the front of the band that went around the slave's waist. With a twist, the cage portion fell forward, and he removed the entire metal pod that had surrounded the slave's groin. Lewis's eyes widened when he saw how large and heavy the slave's balls were and the girth of E754's cock. "Damn! That is impressive! Some of the biggest balls I have seen on a slave." Lewis reached down and held the ball sack, feeling the large testicles inside. As he did so, E754's hands formed a fist as it felt itself groped. Its shaft stirred as blood flowed in, and a glob of precum spurted out and dropped to the ground. "Yes," Lewis responded. "You will be a good-producing bull. And look!" Lewis saw the heart-shaped birthmark on the slave's sack. It was now very prominent now that E754's body hair had been removed and its testicles had been enlarged. "That heart on your sack is so cute!" E754 growled and pulled on the device it was strapped to, causing the machine to groan and squeak. Lewis smiled as he looked up at the slave's face, which stared at him through the hole in the cushion. "So, you are a red tag," Lewis said. "A hardened criminal, from what I have read, that thinks it is the alpha and always in charge. What do you think of yourself now? You may speak." E754's face contorted as it shouted. "Fuck you, asshole!" The slave began to spit, but Lewis moved out of the way just as the fluids sailed through the air and hit the ground. The man then turned and gave the slave a wicked grin. "Attempted murder, drug dealing, armed assault, and among other crimes, rape," Lewis continued. "You obviously like to take the power from others, right?" "So?" E754. "There is nothing you can do to me that I cannot endure. I am stronger than you think." "Really?" Lewis said. "Well, let me explain a few things to you." Lewis strode to the side and pointed to the bull that was strapped into the chair across from E754's empty stall. The hairless slave had an impressive, muscled frame, and its thick cock was slowly being milked by the device attached to it. A metal dildo in its ass primed and ready to stimulate it when it was ready for extraction. "C689 here is one of my best producers," Lewis said. "It is a green tag, meaning its family sold it into slavery. It obeys me, and I treat it respectfully and ensure it is healthy and well taken care of. Even as a red tag, I would have afforded you the same courtesy. But it is clear from your record and attitude today that you need a different type of care." Lewis walked over to the empty stall and picked up a set of tubes, which he pulled taught and attached to the port in E754's arm. Moving to a panel, he pressed the start button and adjusted the dials until fluid began to pump into the slave. E754 felt the drug immediately. A flush went over its body, and within a minute, its cock filled with blood and stood at attention in front of it. Lewis then grabbed the milking device and lubricated it with a special fluid. Placing it over E754's cock, he pressed another button, and it applied a constant suction, sliding tight onto the slave's shaft. E754 grunted as it felt the pressure on its member. "Every day for the next ten to twenty years, you are going to spend your days strapped tight in that empty chair just like the rest of the bulls around you," Lewis said as he walked in front of the slave again. "The drugs you will be given will gradually increase your testicle size and semen production until you are bursting at the seams, which will then be extracted from your loins and sold for my profit. Unlike C689 over there, though, I am not going to moderate the drug. You are going to be on a full dose every day starting today. Year after year, your testicles will be supercharged and produce loads of semen for me until they, slowly but surely, run dry. The last day they function, you will be screaming in pain as I extract the last amount of cum you will ever produce. You will then be put permanently into chastity, never again to see your useless cock and balls, and sold to someone who can use what strength you have left in your body for hard labor." E754 screamed as it struggled against the device. Lewis just smiled, reached down, and unbuckled his belt. As he pulled the button open on his jeans and slid the zipper down, E754 stopped and stared. Lewis kicked his boots off and pulled on his jeans. As they fell, his massive cock and balls appeared underneath. "What the fuck are you doing?" E754 asked. Lewis said nothing as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his chiseled dark chest and abs. Tossing his clothes to the side, he stood naked in front of the slave before grabbing the bottle of lubricant again and rubbing some on his hardening cock. He then pressed a button on the panel on the side of the device that E754 was strapped to, and the frame rotated ninety degrees, changing its configuration. The slave felt its arms and legs move forward and down, and its chest and ass move up until it was in a horizontal position, putting it in a crouching position on its hands and knees. Lewis pressed another button, causing the slave's legs to spread apart, exposing its ass in the back and letting its cock and enormous balls hang freely below, with the suction device still firmly in place on its shaft. E754 began to realize the predicament it was in. "What the hell are you doing?" the slave screamed. Lewis silently walked around the slave until he was staring at the bent over and branded ass. Using the lubricant, he coated his fingers and ran them over E754's crack. The slave tensed and struggled in response. "What the fuck! Don't you fucking dare!" Lewis moved his fingers back and forth till he found the virgin, tight hole of the slave. With a bit of pressure, his finger slipped inside. "Fuck!" E754 screamed. "I ain't no fag! Stop!" Lewis just smiled as he moved his finger in and out twice before stepping back and stroking his now hard, girthy, twelve-inch cock. "No," Lewis finally spoke. "You are my slave now. Your body belongs to me to do with as I wish, and you are about to feel what it is like to no longer be the alpha. I am in control around here. I am your master, and I am going to help extract your first load of semen for the day." "No!" E754 screamed as Lewis moved between the strapped and spread legs and slapped his cock against the slave's crack. The device E754 was secured in had the large slave in the perfect position, just like a fuck bench. Pressing the bulbous head of his uncut cock into the slave's crack, he paused just in front of E754's hole and held on to the bars of the device. "Time to pop your cherry, slave," Lewis said. With a forceful thrust, Lewis's cock entered E754's ass and slid deep. The slave screamed in pain so loudly that it echoed in the room several times. Several of the bulls being milked even came out of their drug-induced euphoria to look over and watch. Inch after inch of the man's thick meat filled, stretched, and ripped the slave open, and E754's face turned red. "Fucker!" the slave screamed. "Stop!" Lewis had little pity for the rapist. It was time the slave was taught a lesson, which would be hard and brutal. As E754's feet curled and it struggled against the metal frame that held it steady, Lewis swung his hips and got into motion. The first hard thrust sent his cock so deep in the slave that his balls swung forward and impacted C754's with a loud smack. Then, pulling out completely, he went in again, just as deep. The assault was hard, fast, and loud. "Damn, you have a tight pussy!" Lewis growled as he spanked the slave's bronzed skin and grabbed onto its waist for leverage. The man pulled himself onto his large feet and leaned slightly back for leverage as he pounded the slave's hole like a rabbit in heat. "Fuck!" E754 screamed in pain. Tears formed in the slave's eyes and fell down its face. Its hands and feet flopped back and forth as though it were trying to swim in a vain attempt to try to get away. It squeezed its ass to try to push out the invading cock within, but that only made Lewis happier. "Oh yeah!" Lewis growled. "Grip my cock, you mother fucker!" E754 coughed as spit fell from its mouth. It had never been in such pain nor so degraded in its life. At the same time, it could feel its master's cock pummeling its prostate. Soon, its own shaft, sucked tight into the device placed on it, began to produce precum like a river. The fluids were immediately pulled inside and sucked away through the tubing that ran up and into the ceiling. Lewis was starting to sweat. He had not masturbated for three days in preparation for his new slave's arrival, and he knew he would not be able to last forever but wanted to give the slave a ride to remember. His ebony skin glistened in the light of the room, and his ass cheeks rippled as his hips thrusted forward and back. E754's head now began to bounce from the force of the fuck. The pain intensified as Lewis got deeper and deeper. Soon, he was reaching the slave's second ring, and the pressure on E754's prostate was having an effect. The slave felt a warm feeling building in its groin. Its balls began to ache, and its shaft swelled even more inside the tube. "Oh, God!" E754 screamed as it closed its eyes. The pain of the cock ripping its hole open, the stimulation of its prostate, and the impacts of Lewis' hand on its ass soon led to the inevitable. The slave's heavy testicles lifted, and its Cowper's glad activated. Soon a surge of thick cum erupted from the slave's cock and slammed into the tube that covered its shaft. "Holy shit!" the slave yelled as more cum flew from its cock. The device on its shaft sucked hard and steadily. The fluids, audibly making sounds is they were sucked up and over to the adjacent room to be tested and stored for sale. Lewis could feel the undulations of the slave's organs as its ass instinctively clamped down on his cock. "Very good, slave!" Lewis growled as he kept fucking. "But I am not done yet." E754 screamed again as more cum was extracted from its balls. It could feel the flush of endorphins as its orgasm crested, but there was little pleasure to be had. Every large shot of semen was painful, and its ass continued to be stretched and filled from behind. And the drug it was on refused to let its shaft deflate. It stayed rock hard and filled with blood as it was milked and prepped for more. "Please stop!" E754 begged. "I can't take anymore!" Lewis just fucked harder. The impact of his testicles on the slave's sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, and the gripping of his shaft by the orgasming slave felt glorious. The man closed his eyes and lifted his head to the ceiling in bliss. "God, this ass is so fucking nice!" "Oh my God!" E754 sobbed in excruciating pain as the device sucked the remainder of its load away and prepared for more. For five more minutes, Lewis fucked hard and fast. He was even amazed at the stamina he had at this point. Sweat was now pouring off his body, and droplets sailed through the air, landing on the slave that was on its way to submission. But the inevitable was coming. The man could feel it inside his balls. "Beg for it, slave!" Lewis shouted. "What?" E754 replied as it cried. "Beg for my load, or I will continue fucking you for the next hour!" Lewis shouted back as he hit the slave's ass hard. "Fuck!" E754 shouted as it tried to resist. "Beg for me to breed you, slave!" Lewis shouted louder as he pushed deeper. "Please," E754 replied. "What?" Lewis screamed as he spanked the slave again. "I want to hear you beg me!" "Please breed me," E754 said softly, gritting its teeth. "Louder, slave!" Lewis shouted. "Make sure every one of your fellow bulls and the slave technicians can hear you. Submit to me. Shout it loud!" "Please breed me!" E754 said louder. "I said shout, slave!" Lewis said as he spanked the slave even harder between thrusts. "And call me Master!" "Please breed my ass, Master!" E754 screamed in pain. "What was that?" Lewis said as he gripped the slave's waist and sped up for the finish. "Please breed my ass, Master!" E754 shouted so loud that its throat hurt. "Breed your slave's ass. Breed it now, Master!" Lewis gritted his teeth as he thrusted deep and let his cock explode. The man's shaft undulated so strongly that the slave could feel the cum being injected into it. Lewis let out a groan and squeezed his hands tight around the slave's waist as the orgasm nearly made him pass out. Below, the stimulation was too much. E754 felt the cum pulsing out of its cock again in more painful, thick shots. "Fuck!" the slave screamed in agony as its guts were filled and its balls were drained again. The device on its shaft struggled to keep up as the thick fluids were collected and sucked away for processing. Lewis opened his eyes, and when he saw them moving in the tubes, he smiled. Spanking the slave's ass twice, he paused before pulling back and letting his long shaft slide out. A burp of cum mixed with blood dribbled out and fell to the floor. E754 sobbed loudly as it felt its ass try to close again. Kilo had dutifully waited quietly beside its master with a small towel in its hand. When Lewis was done, the slave handed the towel to him and let the man wipe his body down and cool off. Lewis then walked around and lifted the face of the slave who had been finally defeated. E754 was a mess. Its eyes were red, and crusted tears covered its cheeks. "Now you are mine," Lewis said. "Do I need to do this again when it's time for another extraction in a couple of hours?" "Please, no!" E754 replied. "Not again." "Look at me, slave," Lewis said as E754's eyes focused on him. "You will address me as Master." "Please have mercy, Master," E754 replied. "I can't take it again." "Oh, you will get my cock again, slave," Lewis said. "At least until that ass is not tight anymore. But, as long as you behave yourself and submit to your milkings for the rest of the day, I will let you use your milking stall. Will you behave?" "Yes, Master," E754 sobbed. "Anything for you, Master." Lewis grinned as he bent over to pick his clothes up. "Kilo, please mount E754 in its stall for the remainder of the day's extractions," Lewis said. "Yes, Master," Kilo replied. "Shall I give him the sedative portion of the drug?" "No," Lewis said. "But, if he endures without any more trouble, you can give him the full combination of the drug tomorrow." E754 continued to sob as Lewis moved close to his face. "Every orgasm you have today will be large and painful, just like the two you just had. Normally, the drug cocktail we give you to induce your erections and charge your loads contains a pleasant portion that puts you in a state of bliss. In fact, many people take it as a recreational drug. If you obey me and respect me and the other slaves here, you may have this portion of the drug tomorrow. But, if you resist and continue to disrespect me, I will make every load you ever shoot feel like shards of glass exiting your cock, and I'll continue to fuck you till you are gaping. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Master," E754. "I understand, Master." "Good," Lewis said as he gently tapped the slave's face and then looked at Kilo. "It is all yours now, Kilo. Get it hooked up. And when you put it in its chair, shove the medium metal dildo up its ass to stimulate its prostate. This bull slave isn't a virgin anymore, after all." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-2	Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2023 12:18:47 -0400 From: Slave Bear <[email protected]> Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 2 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Chapter 2 In a surgical preparation room in the large building at the back of the slave market, L024 sat alone on a gurney. The room was cold and sterile. It was still trying to process being owned. Its new masters looked attractive, but it was worried about what would be expected of it. It had heard what had happened to the other slave that had been bought and wondered what modifications it might be in for. Still, only one guard was needed to escort it out of the viewing room. In fact, it had provided little resistance during the entire day. The past twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind experience. Jeremy had arrived in the small, dusty Texas town the day before with the contents of a gym bag containing all of his worldly possessions: some toiletries, two changes of clothes, a couple of hundred dollars, and the address of the man he had come to see. It had been a long ride on the bus from Iowa, where he had spent most of his life growing up on a dairy farm. He had known he was gay since he was young. Growing up in a rural area, however, Jeremy had few opportunities to explore his sexuality. His family was religious and strict, so he had to stay in the closet till he graduated high school and moved off to attend college at the state school. He was never much of an academic, but the new environment did allow him to broaden his experiences. As soon as he moved into his dorm room, he got on the internet and searched out where the cruisiest locations were on campus. The bathroom on the library's third floor seemed to be the hottest spot, and he soon spent most of his time there. Late in the evenings, he would strip down and wait in the last stall on the left, and it was never long before a myriad of cocks would appear in the makeshift glory hole there. A natural submissive, he took to blowing any man that wanted his mouth for pleasure, and before long, he got the opportunity to give up his virgin ass, too. That was how he met Dominic. The senior was on the football team. Dominic was an enormous black man with a ripped chest, powerful arms, and a cock over ten inches long and thick as a beer can. His balls were the size of large eggs and never failed to flood the young man's mouth and nourish him with protein. Jeremy drooled over the ebony Adonis the first time he saw him through the hole in the stall divider. It took some time, but he eventually became an expert at deep-throating the massive member. Dominic, who went by Dom, was every bit his nickname. He treated the young man as nothing more than a toy to be used, and Jeremy loved every moment of it. A month after he started servicing the bull, Jeremy was surprised when he heard a knock on the stall door and an order to come out. Dom was standing before him with a raging hard-on. "That pussy ready to be bred, boy?" Jeremy's eyes widened as he stared up at the naked man from where he was kneeling on the floor. Dom had stripped his shirt, shorts, and jock off and stood only in grass-stained socks. His torso was sweaty, and the scent of his musk was present, which made Jeremy's cock twitch and begin to engorge. "I've never been fucked before, Sir," Jeremy replied. "Shit!" Dom exclaimed as he scratched the thick bush of pubic hair surrounding his huge balls. "Well, that cherry is about to be popped, then. Get your ass out here and bend over the sink, bitch!" Jeremy did not hesitate. He knew he would be in a world of hurt, but he wanted this. He needed this badly. Quickly standing and walking over to the sink, he could hear Dom spitting on his hand and rubbing his thick shaft. "Don't you need lube for this, Sir?" Jeremy asked as he turned his head. "All you are getting is natural lube, boy!" Dom said as he pushed the young man over the sink and knelt behind him. Dom's face shoved between Jeremy's ass cheeks, and when the young man felt the bull's tongue push inside his tight hole, he groaned loudly. Jeremy's cock was now raging, and as his head emerged from his foreskin, it dribbled precum in a thin continuous thread to the tile floor below. Dom spat on Jeremy's hole several times as he pulled the boy's cheeks apart and explored the virgin ass. At the same time, Dom reached down and stroked his hard cock, which was also dripping precum on the floor, just like the boy. "Such a nice tight pussy," Dom said as he pulled back and slapped Jeremy's ass. The impact rippled through Jeremy's skin, and it immediately reddened in response. "Fuck!" Jeremy groaned as Dom pushed deeper and spat on his hole again. "Fuck, Sir!" "You are gonna need something in that mouth before your deflowering," Dom said as he stood up and rubbed his thumb over Jeremy's hole. The young man had his eyes closed and was lost in the moment when he felt the big man force his mouth open and shove in something stale that smelled of musk. As Jeremy opened his eyes, he saw in the mirror that Dom had stuffed him with the sweaty jock he had worn to football practice. "That's better, bitch," Dom said as he slapped his thick cock on the boy's crack. "Breathe my scent in. I had that on for hours while getting sweaty and tackling my mates. That's the smell of a real man. Let it permeate your mind and help you focus. It is time to learn your true role." Dom squeezed his dark cock and let a glob of precum flow over Jeremy's hole. Adding some spit, he looked in the mirror and stared at the boy gagged before him. "Here it comes!" Jeremy's eyes bulged as the head of Dom's massive member started moving inside him. He screamed into the gag and tried to clench his ass and escape, but Dom grabbed the boy with his large hands and held him still. He was going nowhere. "Stop!" Jeremy screamed into the gag. "Shut up, bitch!" Dom growled as he slapped the boy's ass. Tears started to form in Jeremy's eyes as his ass was ripped apart by the man's shaft as it pushed deeper. Jeremy's legs went weak, and he felt his whole body lifted and held by the bull's strength behind him. "Halfway there, bitch!" Dom growled as the cock sunk deeper. "Fuck! This pussy is hella tight!" Jeremy was now screaming into the sweat-soaked jock. He was experiencing the most intense pain he had ever felt. The boy squirmed and did everything he could to expel the massive tool, but it kept moving inside him. "Damn, you are a fighter," Dom laughed. "I'll give you that. A tight fighter! I haven't broken in a new bitch in years!" Jeremy was now wailing. His grip on the sink was such that he was sure he was about to rip it from the wall. Dom's shaft widened near the base, and as the last few inches sunk in, the young boy was sure he could take no more. "There we go," Dom said as his balls finally rested between Jeremy's ass cheeks. "That mouth of yours is talented, but I can tell this pussy is going to be a great fuck." Dom gave a final push. Over ten inches of beer-can-thick meat skewered the boy, and Jeremy could feel it in his abdomen. It felt as though he was impaled on a red-hot poker. "Now the fun begins," Dom said. "Buckle up, bitch!" Dom began to fuck. It was a fuck that was hard and brutal. The bull's huge, socked feet were planted squarely on the floor, and he had a death grip on Jeremy's waist, pulling the boy back and forth so that the shaft inside slid nearly out and then slammed back down to the root. Jeremy screamed so loud that even though the jock was forced deep into his mouth, the noise traveled and alerted a young man studying outside the room. When the curious sophomore poked his head in, he got the full view of the event, and Dom invited the visitor to watch. Soon, the audience grew to three young men over the next fifteen minutes as the bull built up a sweat and reamed the hole below him. "Fuck, this pussy is sweet!" Dom growled. "And it is my pussy now! I have claimed it. No one better be in this pussy without my permission. Got that bitch?" Jeremy was now just a rag doll under the bucking bronco. The pain was so intense that he had almost lost consciousness several times. But a smack to his ass brought him back to life. "Right, bitch?" Dom screamed. Jeremy looked up with tears streaming down his red-shot eyes and saw the man in the mirror covered in sweat and pounding. He nodded and grunted as Dom smiled back. "Look over at your audience," Dom said. "They are getting quite a show." Jeremy turned his head. The three young men that had entered had their pants on the floor and were furiously jacking their cocks as they watched. The sweat and spit-soaked jock was dangling from the young man's mouth as Jeremy's eyes rolled back and forth with every thrust. His feet were barely on the floor as Dom pulled and lifted his ass back with every thrust. Jeremy's engorged cock was flopping back and forth, and fluids were flying everywhere beneath him. "Fuck yeah," the student in the middle growled. "Pound that bitch!" Dom laughed and smacked Jeremy's ass again. For nearly ten uninterrupted minutes, the marathon fuck continued, hard and fast. One of the students even congratulated Dom on his stamina. But eventually, a familiar feeling was building in the bull's balls. "That's a good boy. You ain't a virgin any longer. I think it is about time for your reward!" The fucking intensified, and Jeremy's body flung back and forth as Dom climaxed. As the hot, white cum exploded from his enormous bull balls, the jock leaned back and let out a guttural growl so loud that the three young men stroking themselves and watching each came simultaneously from the energy of the experience alone. "Yeah, bitch!" Dom said as he pushed down into the boy and delivered his fluids deep. "You got alpha seed in you now!" Jeremy was panting and crying. The boy's cock had cum twice during the intense fuck, and it was now hanging limp below him. A puddle of his seed was on the floor and more coated the walls. As Dom slid out, the bull's load, mixed with blood, oozed out, and Jeremy collapsed onto his knees. "Damn!" Dom said as he spanked Jeremy's ass playfully. "I sure tore that hymen good! It was a good lay, though. Turn around here and deal with your mess, bitch!" Jeremy spun around slowly and saw the blood and cum coating the bull's cock. He did not pause for long, though. Dom pulled the jock from the boy's mouth and threw it on the floor behind him. He then shoved his softening member deep down Jeremy's throat to be cleaned. Grabbing the young man by the head, he pulled back and forth until he was satisfied, and then he released his grip, grabbed his pants, and began to dress. Jeremy was in shock, and the audience beside them all thanked Dom for the chance to witness. "You boys get over here and let this bitch clean your cocks before you go," Dom said. "Don't let that seed go to waste." Jeremy felt humiliated as the three students walked over, each taking turns forcing their cocks into the young man. After swallowing every remaining drop of their loads, they patted Jeremy's head, then turned and left. Dom dropped a piece of paper on the floor with a number. He then used his large hand to lift Jeremy's head. "You got roommates, bitch?" "No, Sir," Jeremy replied. "Good. That is my number. Text me your address." "Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied. "It takes a while to recover from being deflowered. So, I'll be generous this one time. Be ready for another fucking in two days, boy. I took it easy on you today, but next time I'm going full throttle on that pussy." Spitting on Jeremy's face, Dom smiled. "I'm usually pretty horny after practice, so having a personal cum dump is going to be a nice treat this year." Dom turned his head and looked at the floor and saw the cum that had collected there from the audience. "Before you leave, I want you on the floor licking and swallowing all the loads those boys left for you. Every man is superior to you. You will not waste their fluids. Is that understood, boy?" "Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied with a groan. Dom smiled and released his grip. As he left the bathroom, Jeremy collapsed in a heap. He did not know how long he remained on his knees in the bathroom. However, enough time had passed that the cum and blood dripping from him dried and crusted. Looking over at the splattered loads from the students, he put his head on the ground and licked the floor. It was dirty and disgusting, but Dom had commanded him, and he had to obey. When the mess was cleaned, he stood and washed the fluids off himself before dressing to leave. He noticed in the corner of the room that Dom had left his musky jock for the boy. Jeremy immediately snatched it up, brought it to his nose, and breathed in the man's musk. He was in intense pain from the fuck, but the scent caused his cock to engorge again. Jeremy quickly returned to his dorm room and huffed on it while he jacked-off again. After that event, the young man was fucked regularly, and before long, he was stretched enough to take the jock's cock without intense pain, though discomfort was always involved. Dom owned Jeremy's mouth and ass and trained the boy over the year on what it meant to be a submissive slave. Showing up whenever he needed to nut, Jeremy learned to be naked and available in his room at all times. Disgusted by the young man's engorged cock, Dom put Jeremy in a chastity cage and restricted his orgasms to only once a month, and then only by anal manipulation. It had been a struggle for Jeremy to adapt to, but he soon learned to crave pleasing his master. When the end of the year came, Dom stopped by to fuck Jeremy one last time, tossed the key to his cage at him, and walked out of the dorm room, never to see him again. That was it. There was no goodbye or farewell. The year of connection he had to this bull had meant nothing. He was just an object to be used and discarded when no longer needed. Jeremy spiraled into depression. He quickly flunked out of school. Unsure of his future, he returned to the farm to work for his father, and that is where he remained for the next ten years till he came across the online profile of a man named Harold. Harold's pictures revealed a man of an opposing frame, dressed in leather and smoking a cigar. The man said he was looking for slaves, and it was not long till Jeremy started talking to him daily. For the past ten years, Jeremy had been celibate. Dom was the last to have fucked him, and though his ass never tightened back up completely, it recovered most of the way. His hand had been the only thing that brought him pleasure, but it was unfulfilling for the boy. The more he talked to Harold, the more his imagination ran wild, and his lust increased. At first, Harold asked the boy to do mundane tasks: put his chastity device on and abstain from orgasms, take pictures at different times of the day in various compromising poses, and author an essay on what service and submission meant. Each request allowed the man to ensure the boy was willing to commit. Soon, the discussion turned to more extreme sexual situations and fantasies. Jeremy could not get enough. The boy began to beg Harold to make him a sex slave. He longed to be used as a submissive for a dominant's pleasure alone, something Dom had made him crave all those years ago. After three months of begging and pleading, Harold surprised Jeremy. He promised to provide the now thirty-year-old boy with the slave lifestyle he longed for. All Jeremy had to do was leave everything behind and take a bus ride down to Texas to meet him. The idea was foolish and dangerous to the clear-headed, but the fantasy blinded Jeremy. It took only a few days of mulling over in his brain to make up a story and tell his father he was moving to the city to start a new life. In the month leading up to his trip, Harold had instructed Jeremy to leave his chastity cage off but not to touch himself or cum. He wanted the slave to have full balls and be able to show off his body unaltered in any way. As the final date approached, it had been a struggle, but Jeremy had resisted the urge to jack off one last time before starting his new life. When he finally boarded the bus and said goodbye to his home, he could feel the intense blue balls pain in his nuts and the wetness of his pants as his engorged dick struggled in anticipation. The trip took an entire day as the vehicle made its way through the heartland of America. When the bus reached its final destination, Jeremy was amazed. The view was like something out of a Western movie. There was an old gas station and a general store across from it, but that was it. The surrounding area was nothing but dirt, scrub grass, and rocks. Jeremy had no choice but to sit on an old wooden bench in the Texas heat and wait. He remained there sweating in the sun for over an hour before a rusted truck appeared and stopped before him. Inside, he recognized Harold beckoning him. "Howdy!" Jeremy shouted excitedly as he stood, walked over, and reached for the passenger side door. "Get in the back, boy," Harold snapped. "Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied in shock as he bowed and walked around to climb into the tailgate area. The floor was severely worn and covered with dirt and rust. He sat beside the back of the cab near an old toolbox and braced himself as the truck took off down the dusty road. The bouncing of the vehicle was painful as he felt every pothole and rut right up his spine. It took an hour to reach their final destination. The farm they reached, if you could call it that, was off the beaten path. It was desolate, and the long driveway to the buildings on the horizon was nothing like what Jeremy had imagined. When they finally pulled into a parking lot in front of a large metal building, the truck stopped, and Harold climbed out. "Get out here and kneel in front of me, boy!" "Yes, Sir!" Jeremy immediately replied as he quickly hopped onto the dirt and rocks and knelt before the man. A swarm of insects buzzed around the young man's head as he watched Harold grab the bag that Jeremy had brought. Rummaging through it, the man found the cash and placed it in his pocket. "What is this?" Harold asked as he pulled out an old jock that was clearly too big for the young man. "A memento of the first man that owned my ass, Sir," Jeremy replied. "He was the one that took my virginity and the last one to fuck me." "I see," Harold said as he tossed it back in the bag. "Is everything you own in here, boy?" "Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied. "In addition to the jock, there are a few changes of clothes and some toiletries in there, Sir. I didn't bring much, as you requested. There is nothing else." "You are forgetting what you have on now!" Harold said with a loud, booming voice. "Strip! I want everything you own in this bag!" "Yes, Sir," Jeremy said with a trembling voice as he began to stand to undress. Harold knocked him to the ground again. "Did I say you could stand, boy?" "No, Sir," Jeremy replied. "Sorry, Sir!" Jeremy was now shaking. After removing his shirt from his sweaty body and slipping off his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear while kneeling on the rocky ground, he placed them all in the bag and zipped it up before handing it back. He was now naked on the rock-covered ground and vulnerable. "Sit up straight on your knees!" Harold said. "Head up and shoulders back. I want to get a good look at you." "Yes, Sir!" Jeremy replied as he tried to comply. A rock was sitting right under his left knee, and it bit painfully into his skin as he tried to maintain an upright posture. Lifting his head slightly upwards, he watched Herold slowly walk around him. When the man returned to face him, he bent down and put his face next to Jeremy's. He then reached under and grabbed the heavy, full balls of the boy and squeezed them. Jeremy's face contorted as his cock immediately began to fill with blood. "When was the last time you came?" "Last month, Sir," Jeremy replied with a grunt. "I haven't touched myself, just as you instructed." "I see that cock is a nice big one," the man growled as he looked down. "Your pictures did not do you justice. That is unusual for a potential slave." "Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied. "You ever used it to fuck before?" Harold asked. "Just to jack off, Sir," Jeremy replied. "I am a virgin when it comes to topping someone." "We don't get many of those!" Harold said with a laugh. "Or one so furry. You know slaves are usually shaved smooth!" "Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied. "I understand, Sir." "What if you were made to use that thing to fuck an ass or a pussy?" Harold asked. "You think you could make it work?" "I would try, Sir," Jeremy replied. Harold snorted. A sly grin fell across his face as he released his grip and walked around to the young man's ass. Leaning over and pushing his fingers inside Jeremy's hole, the older man grunted. "Well, you are right. You aren't a virgin back here, but you have tightened back up some. Clench your ass for me, boy! Grip my fingers like you would grip an invading cock." "Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied as he squeezed his ass. "Good!" Harold said as he pulled his fingers out. "Very good." Jeremy watched as Harold walked around and over to a trash can. He disposed of the bag containing everything Jeremy owned and held dear, then closed the lid. Jeremy's heart sank as he saw Dom's jock, the last remnant of his former master, thrown in the trash without care. He stared at the can as Harold returned to the kneeling slave and shouted. "Stand, boy!" As Jeremy got to his feet, Harold reached into his front pocket and retrieved a rubber cock ring. He slid it over Jeremy's dick and balls, ensuring it was a snug fit. The young man's cock began to fill with blood. "Yeah, that will be a good selling point," Harold said. "Now, open your mouth." Jeremy did as he was told as Harold put a pill on the boy's tongue. Grabbing a bottle of water from his back pocket, he squirted the liquid into the boy's mouth. "Swallow it!" Jeremy nervously complied. "Good," Harold said as he tossed the bottle in the trash with Jeremy's possessions. "Now, follow me!" Harold walked over to a large metal door and turned the handle to open it. Jeremy hesitated for a moment, still staring at the can. "Boy!" Harold shouted. "I said follow me!" Jeremy walked forward and followed the man inside the building. The space inside was cavernous, and structures were built all around him. As they moved towards the left, Jeremy noticed rows of cages. He was confused when he saw the naked slaves already delivered and locked away. They were gagged and placed in shackles, and a few wore cock rings, their shafts engorged and wagging obscenely out in front of them. "Hold here a moment, boy," Harold announced as he grabbed some paperwork from a table. Jeremy stood quietly, stark naked, in the large building. He could hear the clanging of metal, grunts and groans, and some conversations between men, but the buzz of the lights in the ceiling above drowned out the ability to make out where they were coming from. Harold was using a pen to fill out the form, and when he finished, he looked up at Jeremy and handed the clipboard to the boy. "Sign on the line at the bottom," Harold commanded. Jeremy looked and saw that it was a contract, and many paragraphs were in small print. He began to look it over before Harold slapped his head. "I didn't say read it!" Harold shouted. "I said sign it, boy! Do you want to be a sex slave or not?" "Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied. "I do, Sir. I am sorry, Sir." Jeremy quickly signed and dated the form and handed it back to Harold, who put the document in a bin and then motioned for the boy to follow. They continued down a row of cages until they arrived at an open cell, where Harold motioned for Jeremy to stop. He grabbed the chains and metal cuffs that were hanging over the door's bars and turned to secure Jeremy's arms behind him before chaining his legs together. He then brought the boy into the enclosure and locked him to the eyebolt in the floor. "Sir, what is going on here?" Jeremy asked. The second slap he received from Harold to his face shocked him. "Shut the fuck up! I didn't permit you to speak." Jeremy was now genuinely scared. "Open up!" Harold growled. Jeremy complied as a giant ball gag was forced into his mouth. The straps were then secured around his head tightly. There was a small opening through the ball portion of the gag in the front, but it completely muffled him, regardless. Harold then grabbed a metal device from the floor and brought it to the young man's ear. With a quick squeeze, Jeremy felt a sharp pain as a blue plastic tag with writing and a bar code on it was secured to him permanently. "Is this the slave you were telling me about?" came the voice of another man walking down the line of cages. "It is, Saul," Harold replied. "A little on the thin side but should be good for sexual services or light work. I fed it some Viagra to engorge its prick for evaluation. You can test it later, but I think you will agree it will be suitable for breeding stock." "Indeed!" Saul replied as he grabbed Jeremy's genitals and squeezed them. "It does have a nice cock and low-hanging balls for a slave. What is its designation?" "The tag says L024," Harold replied. "Excellent," Saul said. "Once its cock is fully engorged, we will measure and photograph the organ and then prod its ass to ejaculate it for testing." "Don't drain it too much," Harold said with a smile. "It hasn't orgasmed in almost a month, and I know new owners like slaves with blue balls that are ready to serve." "We only stimulate enough to test," Saul replied with a grin. "I assure you the experience won't be pleasant, and it will leave the slave with heavy, full balls." "Excellent," Harold said. "I looked over the documents you provided, and I will type up a spec sheet for its cage and include it in the catalog," Saul said. "It is a good find, as usual, Harold." Jeremy grunted as he turned to look first at Saul and then Harold. Harold smirked as he closed the door to the cage and locked it. "Welcome to the Texas Slave Market, L024! As you requested, you will soon be entering a life of servitude and slavery to the person or persons who decide to purchase you. I hope you will bring in a high bid as I get a twenty percent commission on your sales price." "Indeed," Saul added. "Per the contract that was signed, we will issue your death certificate as is standard when entering into a life of slavery. A copy will be sent to your next of kin. A slave registration certificate with your new designation will be issued when you are purchased, listing your owner as your guardian. As of today, you have no legal rights. You are considered property. Obey every command you are given or face the consequences. Is that understood, slave?" Jeremy nodded at the man slowly. "Good. My technician will be around to take pictures of your genitals and prod your ass to collect your sperm sample in about an hour. Your feeding times will be at six tonight and eight tomorrow morning. Liquid nourishment will be hung on the bars of the front of your cage. The protruding metal tube on the feeding bag can be put in the hole in your gag to allow consumption. The auction starts tomorrow at noon. If you need to piss or shit, do it in the cage. The drain in the floor will allow the removal of the liquid waste, and the handlers will come by periodically to hose you down and remove anything solid. You will sleep on the floor tonight, so try not to shit everywhere. Any questions, slave?" L024 screamed into its gag as it realized what it had gotten itself into. Tears streamed down its face as the men smiled and laughed. "What is the matter?" Harold asked. "You asked for this. You practically begged me for this! There is no turning back now. You are coming into this new world just as naked as you started and ended your last life. Embrace your new purpose. Enjoy your evening, slave. Be ready to serve the master that buys you tomorrow!" Harold and Saul turned and left. L024 stood for a long while, watching in disbelief. It could not fully comprehend what was happening. It pulled at the chains binding its arms and legs, but they were tight and held firm. Eventually, it turned to the side, and in the next cage, it saw a younger boy, not yet eighteen, who was thin and looked gaunt. The tag in its ear was green in color. The boy nodded as it sat curled in a ball on the cage floor. L024 looked around for a way to sit and decided that using the cage itself might be the best option. As it leaned against the metal bars and slid down to a sitting position, it felt the pain in its legs from the cramped confinement. Its balls and body ached, and its shaft was beginning to swell and engorge with blood due to the effects of the drug it had been given. The slave leaned its head against the bars, closed its eyes, and shook. It was in fear of what might happen to it. But it had no one to blame but itself, and strangely it knew deep inside this was what it needed. The thought of being a slave to a man again made its cock fill with blood even faster. "I was told you were a cooperative slave," the nurse said in the surgery prep room as he removed the chains from L024's wrists and ankles and reached around to unstrap the gag from its head. As the large ball fell from its mouth, the slave coughed and rubbed its cheek. Its jaw was on fire and burning from the twenty-four hours of being forced open. It had been fed water and liquid food through a hole in the gag using a tube, and it had no idea if it would ever get relief. "Thank you, Sir. It sure is cold in here." "The doctors like it that way," the nurse said with a smile as he grabbed L024's arm and looked for a vein. "I need to put an IV in, so stay still." "I understand," L024 replied. "What will they be doing to me?" "Your new owner has you slated for a docking and piercing package," the nurse replied as he wrapped some rubber tubing around L024's arm and placed the needle just below its wrist. As it pushed inside and was secured, the slave grimaced. "What does that mean?" The nurse smiled as he attached the IV bag and tubing to the port. "You look pretty hung down there." "Yes, Sir," L024 replied as it looked down at its cock and balls in the rubber ring. "I can get close to eight inches long when turned on. I've never fucked anyone, though. I have just jacked off. I haven't cum in a month. Well, except when they put that prod in my ass. It hurt like a bitch, and some sperm shot out they collected, but it still left me with blue balls. I felt even worse after the prodding. I suspect it wouldn't take much stroking for me to cum again. I hope my new master will allow me to jack off soon." "Well, I am afraid after your operation, that will not be possible anymore," the nurse said as he stood and walked over to record some data in a computer. "During a docking procedure, the surgeon first tightly circumcises the slave to remove its foreskin. They then sever the newly exposed head and set it aside. The remaining shaft and erectile tissue are cut away down to near the root, and then the glans is grafted back on the stump that remains. With our state-of-the-art techniques, a slave's nub will fully heal, and while it can never become erect again, the organ will function for urination. The nerves will be maintained, but the loss of the foreskin will cause the glans to toughen and desensitize." L024's color turned white as it reached down and grabbed its cock. It felt physically sick. "After the surgeon is done with your nub, your testicles will be injected with a growth serum to enlarge them significantly," the nurse continued. "Your prostate will also be treated with a drug, too." "What... what will that do?" L024 asked. The nurse smiled and pulled the slave's hand away from its groin. "The chemicals will supercharge your reproductive organs. You will produce a higher level of hormones and thus much more precum and sperm. You might even grow more hair on your body if that is possible. You will be extremely horny all the time but never have an erection or the ability to stroke yourself to satisfaction. Ultimately, you will constantly drip precum out of your nub for the rest of your life." "But can I cum?" L024 asked. "Sure," the nurse replied. "The procedure will make your prostate less sensitive, but given enough stimulation in your ass, you can orgasm. In fact, any orgasm you do have will likely be massive. Your loads will significantly increase in volume and will be thick and potent." L024 looked scared. "Don't fret," the nurse said with a smile. "We will take good care of you here. You won't be in any pain. We give you lots of drugs during your recovery. Just do what you are told." "You said I'm being pierced too?" L024 asked. "Yes," the nurse replied. "Your owner has requested a standard package of a Prince Albert, nipple, and septum piercing. You will first start with six-gauge stainless steel rings, but you may be sized up to different ones over time depending on your owner's wishes." "This is all so much to take in," L024 replied. "Is it ready?" came the voice of the doctor as he came into the room to scrub his hands. "Yes, doctor," the nurse replied. "Well, strap it down and wheel it in," the doctor replied. "A docking takes more time, and we are behind schedule already." "Yes, doctor," the nurse replied as he turned to L024. "I need to strap you down now, slave. It is protocol." "I understand," L024 said. "Can you let me hold my cock one more time, though?" "It is not yours, slave," the nurse replied. "It belongs to your owner now. But, yes, you can hold your master's nub for a moment. But please hurry." L024 sat up and cradled its shaft. It felt the thickness and weight of the organ, and the stimulation caused it to engorge. A bead of precum formed at the tip, and it collected and tasted it. "Goodbye," L024 said softly. "It is time for me to embrace my destiny and become a true submissive slave." The nurse smiled as he pushed the slave back down and strapped its arms and waist to the gurney. After L024 was secure, the nurse looked down and gently stroked the slave's cock. The organ swelled in his hands and began to drip copious amounts of fluids in no time. L024 groaned as it felt its sore balls straining for release. The shaft lengthened to its full, thick eight inches. But, just as it began to grunt, the nurse stopped and gently patted the slave's furry belly. "I just wanted you to remember what stroking felt like one last time," the nurse said. "Your master is docking a very impressive tool. It is much larger than mine." L024 could only groan in frustration. The nurse pulled out some metal stirrup extensions at the foot of the bed and lifted and spread the slave's legs wide to give access to its groin. Once its ankles were strapped and secured, the nurse grabbed some paperwork and then moved to the front of the bed. "Take a deep breath, slave," the nurse said with a smile. "Relax. It is time for your surgery." L024 heard the lock disengage on the gurney and its wheels squeaking as the bed was rolled out of the room and into a sterile, white, cold hall. It moved past several closed doors and around a corner before entering a large operating room. Many nurses were in the room, and L024 closed its eyes and tried to remain calm. Its pulsing shaft stood upright at a right angle from its body in complete defiance of what was about to happen. The slave felt gloved hands remove the rubber cock ring from around its balls, and then a liquid was applied to its groin. Before it could open its eyes to see what was happening, L024 felt a cool fluid flowing into its IV. Within three seconds, it was unconscious. "Let's begin," the doctor said. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected]
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/texas-slave-market/texas-slave-market-7	Date: Sun, 28 May 2023 11:45:12 -0400 From: Slave Bear <[email protected]> Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 7 This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Texas Slave Market Chapter 7 It was early morning. The sun had not yet risen on the horizon, though the sky had begun to brighten. C856's alarm went off, and it got up from its hay bed, and as its large feet moved around and hit the dirt floor, its toes curled and cracked as it stretched. Its back tensed and twisted as it pulled its arms back and to the side and let out a yawn. Rubbing its face, it pulled itself to a standing position and walked out of its stall. Across from it, the slave could see F385 was still asleep. It had been a week since it had come to the farm, and though its defiance was much less, it was lazy in the morning and hard to get motivated. Its ass was hanging out of its cot. "Time to get up, Nutless!" C856 announced as it knocked on the post at the entrance to the slave's stall. "You need to be in the south field in thirty minutes." C856 groaned and barely moved. "I can always bend you over and fuck a load into you to get your going," C856 said. "Or should I get our Lord to try to motivate you?" F385 turned and scowled at the slave but did pull back its covers and sit up. C856 smiled and continued down to the end of the barn. Turning to enter the common eating area, it was surprised to see Frank at the table in the middle of the room, and it immediately stood at attention. On the floor, L024 was on its hands and knees and worshiping the young man's feet with its tongue. "Good morning, Master. Slave C856 is ready for inspection." "At ease, Cee," Frank said. "I'm not here to evaluate you. We haven't done that in years. You and I are taking a little trip this morning, and I got up early." C856 relaxed, spread its legs, and put its arms behind its back. Its large balls were dangling underneath its half-engorged cock. "Morning wood was strong today, I see," Frank said with a smile as he drank a cup of coffee. "Yes, Master," C856 replied. "I am sorry for the display." Frank laughed. "Please. You know I have always found you attractive. If Burt had not told me you were off limits, I would have had my hands all over you years ago. But, I have a gimp that takes care of those needs now." "Yes, Master," C856 replied. "Thank you for the compliment, Master." "How are you enjoying breeding Nutless?" Frank asked. "Gimp tells me you have only done it a few times, but you have been asserting your dominance as an alpha slave. That is good. I like that role for you. Hopefully, it gives you some release." "Nutless is tight, Master, but it sure feels good," C856 replied. "This slave is honored that you and Lord allow it to empty its balls. You always told me over the years how much you enjoyed fucking ass, and I now understand why." Frank smiled. "With good service comes good rewards. But don't just stand there Cee. You have permission to get your breakfast and eat with me at the table. We must be heading out soon, so be quick about it." "Yes, Master," C856 replied as it moved to the side of the room and prepared its meal. The small kitchen in the room was well stocked. Burt and Frank always ensured that the slaves had plenty of nutritious food. Fresh fruit was delivered twice a week, and the refrigerator was stocked with the necessary ingredients for the slaves to prepare their lunches and dinner. C856's breakfast usually consisted of fortified cereal with milk, sausage, eggs, and orange juice. The older slave knew its owner was waiting, so it quickly prepared everything. "Shall I make anything for Gimp or Nutless, Master?" C856 asked. "We don't have time," Frank replied. "Gimp had some cereal earlier, and I just let it drink my morning piss, so it should be fine for now. Nutless can prepare its own meal." "Yes, Master," C856 replied. It only took fifteen minutes for the slave to eat everything and clean up its mess. Once the dishes were put away, C856 stood at attention again with its hands behind its back until Frank finished his coffee. "That is enough licking my feet, Gimp," Frank said as he put his cup down and slid back in the chair. "Put my socks and boots on for me and then go inside to tend to your Lord. Burt wanted to breed you this morning." "Yes, Master," Gimp replied as it slid the socks on the young man's now clean feet. When the slave was done dressing its owner, Frank stood up and motioned for C856 to follow. The two passed the stalls, pausing only to check on F385, who had still not gotten out of bed. "On your feet, Nutless!" Frank shouted in a firm tone. The slave looked up and immediately obeyed. "You have ten minutes to eat and report for work, Nutless. I'm taking Cee on a trip, so you will also be responsible for its work today. If you slack at all, you will be whipped and bred again. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master," F385 replied. "If you do a good job, you'll just be bred," Frank said with a sly smile as he winked and C856 and continued walking. C856 followed behind. "May I be permitted to know where we are going, Master?" C856 asked as they neared the truck. It was not unusual for C856 to go on periodic trips with its owner. Still, usually, these were done in the middle of the day and involved purchasing materials for the farm. It had never been asked to accompany Frank so early in the morning. "We are driving to a farm on the other side of town," Frank said. "A good friend of mine has a production facility for breeding stock slaves. I've never seen one before, and he invited me to give me a tour. Ever since I bought Gimp, I have been investigating uses for slaves. Should it interest me, we might borrow some of their equipment and bring it back here, and I will need your strength for that." "I understand, Master," C856 replied as it followed Frank into the morning air. "I got a look at the manifest of his slaves, and something caught my eye," Frank said as he reached the truck. "I'll be interested to see your reaction." C856 looked oddly at its owner, trying to determine what he meant, but Frank just smiled as he got in the truck. The journey to their destination took about forty minutes. From the passenger seat, C856 saw several buildings surrounded by acres of flat, undeveloped land. As they drove down a dirt road, they turned until they saw a large rectangular metal building with windows near the top. Two large doors were in the front, and one was partially swung open. At the threshold, a figure was waiting. Frank pulled the truck next to the building, and as he got out, he shouted. "Hey there, Louis!" The man at the door came out smiling and shook Frank's hand. "Morning, Frank!" Louis replied. C856 got out of the vehicle and walked around to the two men. Standing at attention, it remained quiet till it was addressed. "Damn, look at this slave!" Louis said as he walked over and ran his hands over C856's large frame. "You were not kidding. He is a beast! And look at the size of those balls!" C856 felt as its testicles were grabbed and inspected. It remained perfectly still, however, as it was groped. "Heavy, aren't they?" Frank replied with a smile. "And you never used it for breeding?" Louis asked. "It was never something Burt cared to get into," Frank replied. "He just needed its brawn." "Shame," Louis replied. "It looks like it would be a good producer. But getting into the breeding business is expensive. You have to have a lot of slaves to make it productive." "Oh, I know," Frank said. "But I am interested in what you do here. I just purchased a sex gimp, and although it has been docked, it was certified as potential breeding stock and altered to enhance its sex drive. I figured I might take you up on your offer to borrow some of your equipment to milk it. A little extra money would be nice." Louis laughed. "Well, I will show you around, and you can see if you want to try it. Do you want me to put your slave in the slave quarters here, or will it join us?" "It can follow along," Frank said with a grin. "I think it might find something interesting here." "Oh?" Louis asked. C856 watched curiously as Frank leaned over and whispered in the man's ears. "Really?" Louis responded, surprised. "Well, that is interesting. And it doesn't know?" "No," Frank replied. "But Cee here is a rare slave. It is obedient to a fault and has never had to be whipped or disciplined as long as I've known it. I thought it might be a fun treat for it to see." "Well, it is your slave," Louis said. "You make the rules. Shall we go?" Frank turned to C856 and motioned to it. "Stay behind us, Cee." "Yes, Master," C856 replied as it moved to follow them into the barn. As the three entered the facility, the sound of machines whirring filled the space. The smell of disinfectant was in the air, and the entire building was spotless. There were metal stalls on either side of the room, and in each, a naked slave had been positioned in a reclining chair. Each slave had a gag in their mouth attached to a tube that ran into a large bag containing a dark liquid. The slave's neck was held in place by a strap, and its arms were similarly secured to the chair frame. A smaller tube was attached to the upper left arm, and a cloudy fluid could be seen moving through it. Around the slave's waist was s shiny metal band with a round bolt in front. Two stirrups had been installed at the foot of the chair, and the slave's legs were raised, spread wide, and strapped in place. This exposed their cock and balls, and the chair's angle also allowed access to their ass. The trio approached the nearest stall, and Louis pointed out a large plastic tube attached to lines that ran into the ceiling and down the room's length. This sheath had been slid over the cock of the slave. Below, its balls were encased in a rubber ring that appeared to pull them down. In its ass, a metal butt plug had been inserted, and wires came out of this plug and attached to ports at the bottom of the chair. C856 was mesmerized by the sight and saw the plastic sheath moving up and down in a rhythmic motion as the sound of a piston moved something back and forth in the tubing. "This is amazing!" Frank said as he approached one of the bound slaves. Louis smiled. "These are my bulls! At least that is what I call my slaves." "I have twenty in this facility," Louis said. "Ten more are in the smaller building next door." "What is all happening here?" Frank asked. "Every morning at seven, the bulls are brought over from their quarters and placed in these stalls," Louis said. "The tube in their mouths allows nutrition to be ingested whenever they want it. You will also note the tube in their arm. I have had each bull implanted with a port that allows direct access to its circulatory system. The tube you see connected to it delivers a special drug that induces an erection and forces their testicles and prostate gland to operate at double or even triple its normal level." "Why not just have the surgery done on them to make that permanent when you buy them?" Frank asked. "That's what I did to my gimp." "I can regulate it more with this chemical method," Louis said. "Plus, it allows me to use blue- and green-tagged slaves that have been barred from permanent alterations. The port can easily be removed at any time." "I guess that makes sense," Frank said. "Anyway, once the drug starts working into their system, they become erect and are primed for production," Lewis said. "My technician slaves use a special wash to sanitize and then sterilize the bull's cocks and balls and then the milking sheath placed over their shafts. It works just like a machine for a cow. There is a special lubricant that won't harm their sperm that is constantly circulated through the tubes and the inside of the sheath. The machine has sensors inside and applies the appropriate suction to massage and milk the bulls. The band you see around their balls is tied to the chair underneath to keep their testicles free and clear of the device, but it is not tight. I don't want to harm my bull's production, after all!" "If you look down below, you will see a metal plug inserted in each bull's ass. When sensors determine the bull is ready to ejaculate, a mild electric current is applied to its prostate to make them blow. The resulting sperm is quickly sucked away through the tubing over our heads and into a storage container." "How long can the bull's seed last outside the bull's body?" Frank asked. "Not long," Louis replied. "But the equipment I have here stores each bull's semen at body temperature until it can be tested. If it is viable, it is automatically moved into cryostorage. The facility I sell to stops by and empties the storage unit once a week. So, other than maintaining the equipment, there is not much I have to do other than watch." "Amazing," Frank said. "Yeah," Louis replied. "I'm not completely up to date on the medical terminology and procedures, but from what I understand, they use some of the sperm and genetically alter it to form eggs. They then fertilize those eggs with another slave's sperm. The resulting embryos are grown for a few days, and then the stem cells are harvested. It's the backbone of medicine today, and the facility pays top dollar for the good seed. Each of my slaves is a gold-star producer." "Well, from the size of their balls, I can see that!" Frank said with a smile. "Every slave here looks hung as hell! But I noticed that they don't have a hair on their body. How do you get them so smooth?" "I find a hairless bull is more hygienic," Louis said. "Especially in a semen collection facility. Their heads and beards are shaved daily by the technician slaves, and twice a month, the bulls are dipped to remove their body hair." "Dipped?" Frank asked. "I have a vat with a special chemical in it," Frank said. "A five-minute soak is all it takes to make the hair roots fall out. The bulls aren't happy about it since it burns a little, but they adapt." "Well, I like fur on my slaves, but I can understand what you mean about hygiene," Frank said. "I know Burt feels the same way. It does make the bull's balls and cock stand out more." Louis laughed. "I bet Cee would look massive without its dark bush obstructing the view of its balls. Are you sure you don't want to sell it? I bet it would be a big producer." Frank smiled. "No. Cee might be a slave, but it is part of our family now, Louis. We could not operate without it. Right, big fella?" C856 smiled at its owner and nodded. Louis and Frank continued to talk about the facility's technical aspects and the operation's cost-benefit analysis while C856 looked around. It was amazed at how docile the slaves looked. They seemed zoned out and staring blankly ahead as their genitals were milked. Nearly every slave looked to have testicles the size of extra-large eggs, and it was apparent their engorged cocks were long and thick. At the front of each stall, there was a digital pad that contained the name of the slave and a log of their production in terms of volume during each day. "How often are they milked?" Frank asked. "Five times a day," Louis replied. "The chemical in their arm helps them recharge, so they are ejaculated every two and a half hours on average from seven in the morning to five in the afternoon. After the final extraction, they are released and sent into the exercise room to work out for a few hours. We find that it helps them recover from the long time sitting in the chair and gets their blood circulating. We then provide them a protein-rich dinner and require they get eight hours of uninterrupted sleep so they are primed and ready for the next day's collection." "What is the metal band around their waist for?" Frank asked. "Ahh!" Louis reacted. "You have a keen eye! To keep the bulls from touching themselves between milking sessions, we have a metal chastity cage that attaches to that band and encases their cock and balls. We remove it every morning before they are put in their stalls." "Absolutely amazing," Frank replied. "Come down here, Frank," Louis said. "I want to show you one of my newest bulls. It has the largest unaltered balls I have ever seen on a slave. I paid a ton for it, but it has been worth every penny." The two men walked down to the end of the room while C856 walked slowly by each stall and observed. When it reached the third stall, it heard the machine make a loud noise, and the slave in the chair grunted. Its legs tensed as electricity was delivered to its ass, causing it to clench down. Simultaneously, its cock exploded in the sheath, and C856 watched as a large load was immediately sucked away through the tube in the ceiling and down into the next room. "Damn," C856 said quietly to itself. The slave that had just orgasmed was shaking and moaning softly as it sucked on the nourishment tube in its mouth, and the sheath slowed its motion. Eventually, the device stopped, and the slave breathed heavily as it tried to recover. "Excuse me," a soft voice said. C856 turned and saw a slender naked boy with a large collar around its neck move to inspect the slave that had just orgasmed and note the time of the collection on the clipboard. "Do you take care of the slaves?" C856 asked. "Yes," the smaller slave said. "I am one of the slave technicians. I ensure the bulls are in top production and log their loads. I can't talk, though. I need to work." "Sorry, I understand," C856 said as it stepped back and continued to walk down the line. The rest of the slaves were still in various stages of being milked. C856 noticed that most of them were blue or green tags, though there were a couple of red tags and one yellow-tagged slave. When it reached the end of the line, it saw where Frank and Louis had stopped to talk in front of a massive slave with a sack the size of a baseball. However, a different bull caught its eye on the opposite side of the room. The bound slave had a large build and impressive testicles hanging down under its milking sheath. It saw the metal plug shoved tightly in the slave's ass and the large brand of the head of a horned bull that had been seared into its flesh. In many ways, it looked similar to the other slaves in the room, but there was something familiar about it. C856 walked closer and leaned over to look at the clipboard. At the top, in bold letters, was its designation. C856's mouth fell open. It was C689. C856 shot upwards in shock. "I wondered how long it would take you to notice," Frank laughed. C856 turned to look at its owner. It was speechless. "When Louis sent me the inventory of his slaves, I noticed that this one was purchased at the same facility and on the same day as you. I was curious and investigated. That is indeed your cousin, Cee." C856 spun around again and looked at the bull. C689's brown eyes were dilated and staring blankly at the ceiling. Its body was completely devoid of hair, and it had put on some muscle mass since C856 last saw it, but it was unmistakably the same person it had seen almost ten years earlier. C856's eyes moved down to look at the milking sheath. C689 had always been more hung than C856, but there was a noticeable increase in scrotal volume. "Its balls have grown, Master." Frank laughed. "Well, that was not the first thing I expected you to say when you saw it." Louis chuckled as well. "Its enlarged testicles are a side effect of the drug it is given, Cee. The organs grow up to thirty percent larger. But I assure you that my bull is in good health and unharmed. C689 is one of my top producers. Its loads are massive in volume, and its natural recharge was rapid before being given any drugs. In fact, it has overshot anticipated quotas nearly every quarter since it was bought. It has some of the best quality sperm I have seen in a slave. Your family must have good genes." "What do you think, Cee?" Frank asked. "Had things worked out differently, you might be in that chair, and C689 might have been on our farm. You two look very similar. I would have thought you were brothers." "Yes, Master," C856 replied as it stared at its cousin. "We always did have similar builds." "Well, this bull is on a term contract," Louis said. "It can only be kept in slavery for twenty years, and then it has to be released." "Can you milk it for that long?" Frank asked. "Not usually," Louis said with a laugh. "You can only supercharge a slave's reproductive system like this for so long. Eventually, its loads decrease in quality. We have seen them last about fifteen years on average before they need to be replaced, but C689 is of good stock, so it might last its entire contract term. It has milked daily for nine and half years now with no decrease in productivity, so who knows?" "What do you do with them after their production ability wanes?" Frank asked. "We usually sell them as working stock," Louis said. "Their bodies are unharmed, and we keep them in top physical shape. They can still be productive." "May I ask a question, Sir?" C856 asked Louis. "You may, slave," Louis replied. "Will my cousin be able to father children later in life?" Louis smiled. "That is an Interesting question. Well, every slave is different. I won't lie to you, this production process does dramatically decrease fertility rates in a slave, but C689's cock and balls will still function. With enough effort and patience, it should be able to start a family should it choose to, though it might take some medical assistance. Honestly, it comes down to how they are treated. I pride myself on taking excellent care of my bulls. Their health is my top priority since it affects my bottom line. Some breeders will milk a slave until they literally are shooting blanks near the end and are sterile. I do not do that. Once a bull's volume and quality drop more than fifty percent, I discontinue their use." "I understand, Sir," C856 replied. "You sound like a good Master. I am glad that C689 has served you so well over the years." "How do you keep them so calm?" Frank interjected. "Milking a slave's cock five times a day has to be painful or at least uncomfortable." Louis smiled. "The drug in their arm also contains a sedative. They can hear and understand everything that goes on, but the effect is like you are floating and do not care. I have done the drug recreationally myself as a way to relax, and it is quite a trip. You should try it sometime." "May I be permitted to speak to the slave, Sir?" Louis looked at Frank. "That is up to your owner." "Go ahead, Cee," Frank said. "But be quick about it. Seeing your reaction was fun, but we have things to do. I want to check out the sperm processing area next. Take no more than a few minutes, and then meet us in the next room." "Yes, Master," C856 said as it turned around and walked to the stall where its cousin was strapped down. The milking machine stroked the bull's cock, and C689 was moaning lightly as its chest filled with air and then deflated. C856 reached out and gently touched its cousin's leg. Its haunches were firm, and it could tell that the slave had taken care of its body. Looking over to see that Frank and Louis had left, it then turned and spoke softly. "Patrick. It is me, Chip." C689 was still looking at the ceiling when it heard the familiar voice. Its vision was blurred, and it felt lightheaded. It wanted to respond. However, nothing came out of its mouth. "They say you can hear me," C856 continued. "I hope you can. I want you to know I am doing ok. I have a great master and am treated very well. I have to work hard but have never been beaten and am well fed. Can you believe it's been nine and a half years since we last were in the same room? I can't believe how buff you look, and your balls are huge! I bet you could get laid so easily. But I guess you cum multiple times a day, so maybe you would not like getting laid." C856 laughed to itself as it gently rubbed the smooth skin of the bull. It wondered if this would be what it would look like if it had been dipped and treated the same way. "Fuck, it is so good to see you, Patrick. I was so worried about where you went. I hated we could not be sold together. I hope I can stop by again sometime. I never got to tell you. I modified my slave contract. I am a permanent slave now. My master owns me for life. I will never be going home. Dad and Uncle Ted hopefully got a lot of money when I was sold. When your term is up, and you go home, please tell my parents I am ok. I don't blame them for the decision to sell us. I've made peace with it all." C689 groaned, and its eyes rolled. Its large feet flexed, and C856 rubbed the slave's leg. "I know I am rambling, but I only have a few minutes. I have so much I could tell you." Its cousin groaned again. C856 stepped back as the machine began to make a sound. The butt plug in C689's ass activated, causing the slave to clench down on it. The electricity sent waves of energy directly into the bull's overcharged prostate gland. Its hands clenched, and its feet curled and shook. The large, heavy, hairless sack in front shifted noticeably as the testicles inside lifted, and a massive load of cum shot into the sheath. C689's body flushed, and goose pimples formed as the orgasm crested. C856 could feel the trembling in its cousin's thighs as the thick load was quickly sucked away and sailed into the next room through the network of tubes. With a series of grunts and shutters, the slave produced four more shots of cum from its loins before the electricity stopped, and C689 collapsed." "Fuck, Patrick!" C856 said with a smile. "That was incredible! You are a beast of production! I have never cum that much!" C689 moaned as it felt the endorphins in its body mix with the drug it was being given. It felt as though it was flying. But then, a memory was triggered. It now remembered who the voice belonged to. It strained to rise and say something. It wanted to acknowledge its kin. But it could not. Only its eyes spun around. C856 smiled and patted the slave's leg. "You must be on cloud nine. You rest and enjoy your milkings, big bull. Hopefully, we can talk again. Take care, Patrick." C856 walked away as C689 sighed. Drool fell from its mouth as it forced its body to react. It began to mumble. "Chip..." In the next room, C856 saw Frank and Louis standing in front of a large metal box with dials and panels. The tubes from the milking room came through the wall and entered one side of the machine. Additional lines came out the other side and connected to other large silver cylinders. "So, as you see here," Louis was saying. "The computer is now analyzing the load that bull C689 just produced. The system measures the average number of sperm per volume and the mobility of the cells. It then displays the readings using color-coded bars. Notice the readings. That bull's seed is way above average." "Very nice," Frank said. "It is nearly off the scale." "Exactly. Now that the semen has passed quality control, it will move into the cryostasis machine to the right, where it will be registered and stored in a sealed vial at low temperatures. I can maintain the daily collection of all my bulls in here for up to a week before capacity is full." "And you said the company stops by every Friday for pickup?" Frank asked. "Yeah, in the afternoon," Louis said. "But they let themselves in, and my maintenance slave deals with them. I get paid electronically every other week. Honestly, all I have to do is walk around, admire my bulls being milked, and rake in the money. You would not believe what they are paying me for all their sperm." "Are you all done, Cee?" Frank said as he turned and noticed his slave had returned. "Yes, Master," C856 replied. "Thank you for that indulgence, Master. This slave is grateful to you." "No problem," Frank said as he turned back to Louis. "You told me you had some portable equipment I could borrow?" "Yeah," Louis said. "It is the equipment I used when I first started. It is primitive. It just can store the sperm at the required temperatures. It cannot analyze it. But you should be able to get a week's collection built up. For one slave, that will be enough to sell unless you want to hook this slave up, too. Given how productive its cousin is, you might have a cash cow on your hands." Frank laughed and looked at C856. "I think we will leave Cee to its manual labor for now. But, if it gets tired of breeding our new slave, I might let it contribute." "Oh, so it is a breeder!" Louis replied. Frank laughed. "The red tag we bought to help Cee in the fields still needs its will broke. We gave use of its ass to Cee here to help us. You are doing a fine job of it, too, aren't you, big fella?" "Yes, Master," C856 said with a smile. "It was the first ass that the slave ever fucked," Frank said. "Oh really?" Louis said. "How did it feel, slave?" "Amazing, Sir," C856 replied. "Different than a woman's pussy, but it was really nice." Louis and Frank laughed. "You give a lot of privileges to your slave," Louis remarked. "Well, like I said, Cee is more like family now," Frank said. "I've known it since I was 13 years old. I mean, it is a slave, but it is very trustworthy. Aren't you, big guy?" "I'm here to serve you in any way I can, Master," C856 replied. "Good," Frank said. "Well, Frank, do you want to see the balance sheet and such?" Louis asked. "Sure," Frank replied. "Then you can show me how the equipment works before Cee loads it in the truck." "Excellent," Louis said. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As with my other stories on Nifty, I accept and love to get constructive feedback and criticism from my readers. You can contact me at [email protected]
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/want-dick-faggot	Date: Fri, 17 May 2024 13:32:22 -0400 From: Mike Kaz Subject: "Want dick, Faggot?" "Want dick, Faggot?" "Want dick, Faggot?" He asked, as I knelt obediently in front of him. I thought about the years I dreamed of being in this position. Him standing over me, looking down at me and me in my rightful place on my knees submitting to him. I nodded eagerly. He had that smirk on his face that I'd come to know all too well. The one that told me he knew what I was. The one that told me he knew he had me. My heart raced as he began to lower his zipper. It seemed like an eternity passed and he hauled out his dick. It was beautiful. Four inches and completely soft with a nice thickness. He's circumcised and it was like the head was staring me in the face. There was Dan. Muscle filling out his police uniform with his dick hanging out, staring down at me with a smirk on his face. He knew. "Beg for it." "I want to suck your dick, Dan. I want to put it in my mouth. I want you to shoot your cum down my throat. I've always wanted to suck your dick because I'm a Faggot. This is where I belong. On my knees in front of a real man, sucking his dick." The more I debased myself in front of him, the more his smirk grew. By the end, he was outright laughing at me as I humiliated myself. Dan stepped forward, closing the distance between my face and his dick. He began slapping my face with his soft cock. All the while, he had that smirk on his face. He dick-slapped my cheeks, my nose and my forehead. He inched closer so the crotch of his pants was pressed against my chin and I could feel his balls. He let his dick rest on my face. I just knelt there, looking up at him. The smell of his crotch was intoxicating. Just being around him made me weak, but this was something else. If we had been friends before, we weren't anymore. He was the man and I was his Faggot now. Without saying a word, he stepped back a few inches and pissed on my face. He didn't say anything, he just aimed his dick and pissed on my face. I closed my eyes just in time, and though I couldn't see him, I'm sure that smirk was still there. That god-damn smirk. I could just imagine what this looked like. Dan, straight stud cop, on his lunch break in full uniform with his dick out pissing all over a Faggot's face. My face. When he was done, he shook the last few drops off onto my face. He tucked his dick back into uniform pants, zipped up and left. This is how the story of Dan begins, a natural born straight Alpha. Instinct made me serve him. Natural selection made me his Faggot. A lot of it is true and some of it is not. I'll let you decide which is which. Email me at [email protected] and let me know what you think and if you want to know the rest.
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/annual-physical-opportunity	Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2024 00:42:04 -0600 From: Chr Est Subject: Annual Physical Opportunity Annual Physical Opportunity Categories: gay, feet, authoritarian, college Sub categories: humiliation, trample, domination, worship, socks, a bit of gas lighting Authors note: This story is mostly fiction, inspired by previous interactions with men I've come across and served, my search for a doctor. Please feel free to guess which parts stemmed from truth and real events. If you've read other stories of mine, I feel it's necessary to say, this is kinda different from my past stories. Still fairly new to writing so trying things out. In any case, I sincerely hope you enjoy this new story. All emails are welcome, be it critiques, feedback, or general comments. Do hope to hear from you. Disclaimer: The following is an original story of fiction that contains a variety of consensual activities between adults. All characters depicted are above 18 years of age. If any of this content is offensive to you or is illegal to access in your area, please do not proceed. If this offends you, please move on. Please help support the work of Nifty and keep it a free site for all to enjoy. Consider donating today. help keep Nifty free and accessible for everyone. ___________________________________________ I've always considered myself to be relatively healthy, keeping a well balanced diet type of college student. My body was far from what I would ideally want - well defined muscles and a smaller flatter stomach - but I was still considerably fit for having a fairly lazy lifestyle. In any case it was that time of year that I am considering scheduling an appointment with a doctor. Unfortunately, I am needing a new doctor. For so long I've been going to my pediatrician, probably longer than I should've been, people say I look young for my age so other than the clinic staff no one really questioned the teenager waiting to see the doctor. But last year, it just no longer felt comfortable, though my doctor and staff was still nice to me, they would naturally treat me like a child and wanting to be treated more like a man as I'm about to graduate from college, here I am searching online for a doctor. How do people do this, I wondered. I've never had to search for one for myself. What am I supposed to look for? How do I know if they'll be nice and not judgemental? These thoughts scared me. So as I searched online, I noticed some doctors promoting that they're LGBT friendly. Figuring they'll be open minded that it could absolutely be a safe space. So I narrowed my search for those that called that out specifically on their profile. Scrolling through the pages and their reviews, I eventually came across a profile of one Dr, Trevor Samuels. His profile was impressive, an alumni of a prestigious University, graduated summa cum laude - a goal I had foregone due to the bad habits that developed freshman and sophomore years while still maintaining good, just not great, grades. His personal biography highlighting his active lifestyle. The reviews talk about how great of a listener he is, his very supportive nature, dedication to his job, heck even a sense of humor that relaxed the most anxiety riddled patient. But let's be honest, his picture is what drew me in. His website had a picture of him in his white coat, pearly white and perfect smile, the jawline of some men's dreams with stubble that appeared perfectly aligned and maintained. Hair so sleek and perfectly styled. His broad shoulders. But as I scrolled down his bio he had pictures of him hiking in shorts, a backpack and hiking boots, that smile that my mind treated as a smirk. In this picture though, his musculature was stunning, perfectly sculpted chest, arms and legs. The hair on his chest, his glistening hairy pit, the treasure trail that pointed and drew the attention downwards to what I interpreted as his bulge pointing down, bringing my attention to his hairy muscular legs but truly what caught my attention was his huge feet in those boots. How I found myself getting jealous of a mere object, to be able to caress and support his feet as he went on these hikes, providing them with the cushion this god of a man rightfully deserved, absorbing his sweat and most of all, his scent. The thoughts swirled about in my head, feeling myself get a physical reaction, that with no hesitation scheduled an appointment, which luckily he had an opening next Friday after my class gets out. After all, who says sex doesn't sell in an ad. So there it was, my first adult doctor's appointment was scheduled. Though I would've normally given it more though and attention on my decision, I started feeling lightheaded, maybe from the blood swelling up elsewhere. It kept me from second guessing my decision as would be normal. ___________________________________________ The days leading up to the appointment were nothing exciting, my mind focused on classes and studying up for finals, locking myself up at home or settling in my little corner nook in the library giving a great vantage point of the floor. Occasionally gawking at the feet in all forms of dress, but with the warmer weather bare feet in flip flops and socked slides of the men I considered my betters. Always looking out the window the moment their head began to turn towards my direction. Lost in my imagination being underfoot as they studied or relaxed. These thoughts filled my imagination, though I had never experienced let alone had the courage to do something like that before. ___________________________________________ Friday, finally came. My professor was going about best habits for dealing with the final paper of the year, my paper was already nearly done so I just zoned out, looking at one of the jock's socked feet, in class as he propped his foot up on the chair. His foot wiggling and flexing about. Toes scrunching. If I looked hard enough maybe I could catch a brief whiff of his foot scent, cause after all his once white socks looked like they've been well used. In any case, the class came to a close, my member feeling like it's gotten a bit of a semi, not that it was noticeable, I gathered my things when the reminder notification popped up on my phone. I had totally blocked off the thought. But with the thought of Dr Samuels it was no longer just a semi but at full mast, causing me to rush out of class and over to my appointment. ___________________________________________ I arrived at the clinic, still feeling swelled up. My heart started to beat faster with the nervousness, the anxiety I was feeling, overwhelmed in my thoughts, thinking maybe I shouldn't have picked out the first hottest doctor there was. It was time to face the music and so I opened the door. A gush of air from the room brushed against my skin, calming me for a moment until I saw him at the front desk. Something however felt off, why would Dr Samuels be manning the desk. Not only that stood out he looked ever so slightly different. Before I could put my finger on it, the man's deep voice shook me to my core. "Hi there, don't be scared we here won't bite, too hard at least," a deep guttural laugh to his own joke, "you must be our new patient. Just needing you to fill out some forms then the doctor will see you." I must have just been staring too long as he asked, "hey bud, are you ok?" Staring back at me, "oh, you must be feeling confused I'm Duke, not the doctor, I'm his brother. I help run the clinic, cause outside of medicine and other things, he wouldn't have a clue what he's doing." Shaking me out of my confusion but also keeping me from developing more of a crush on this man, "uh yeah, sorry was wondering exactly that, you guys look quite alike huh." "Ha, yeah man, we get that a lot, doesn't help that we work out together so we end up with nearly similar builds. But here are the forms." As I was filling out the form another man arrived at the clinic. I was awestruck, he was beautiful, if I didn't know any better he could've been a model, "hey Duke." "Devin, long time no see, looks like you scheduled at an appointment with our ever so reliable Physician's Assistant, Quinton," as Duke was saying this, yet another stunning man came out, playfully punching him in the arm. Quinton greeted Devin and exchanged pleasantries, the three of them talking about last night's game before taking him back. "Hey buddy, how are you doing over there, let me know if you have any questions, yeah?" "Uh s-sure! Almost done." "Attaboy," flashing me a smirk. I handed him the forms, as he flipped through the pages "good boy, I'll get these settled and the doctor will be with you in a moment, he's just wrapping up with another patient." "No worries. Thanks Duke!" "You got it bud," he said, as I sat staring. "Hey bud, seriously though, you ok? Your forms didn't mention anything too concerning, scared of doctors, huh, well you don't need to be nervous," he assured me. "Thanks, yeah, I guess that's it..." but before I could continue with that thought I held my tongue, "you work out a lot huh?" "Yeah bud, me and Trev go to the gym after we close up here, like I said we have similar builds but he'll deny it when I say mines better than his," laughing once again. "Excuse me, did I hear that right, I'm sure you don't think you have a better build than I do," as Dr Samuels came around the corner behind Duke, bopping him on the head with some papers. It was only then that Duke finally stood up alongside his brother. The two of them were not only muscular but tall too. The door to the inner clinic opened and out came yet another beauty, but this time a young lady. Dr Samuels continued, "alright, Laura, let's do a follow up in 3 months to see how things are working out and do additional blood work. Have a great weekend ok, don't go too crazy," as he headed to the back. They finished up some paperwork and payments, Duke seemed to have been whispering to someone in the back, as the door opened and yet another stunner came out, but this time with a more athletically toned build, "hey, I'm Nick, the nurse here. Let's get some measurements and your vitals so the doctor can see you." If there was ever a moment that I wanted to simply melt away now was the time. I felt like I stood out like a sore thumb. Every single person that crosses the threshold of this clinic was beautiful while I was basically average. Actually if everyone here is drop dead gorgeous, as the average, maybe I'm ugly, I thought as I followed Nick to the back. He guided me onto the scale measuring my weight then height, probably sensing something as my self esteem continued to crash, he put his hand on the small of my back emanating warmth, when I started to smell a bit of musk, "it's ok little buddy, you're safe," as my head turned to him, falling under the control of his eyes but with that sweet dirty musk i was smelling may have been escaping through the short sleeves of his scrubs. He then guided me to the room and to have a seat. He took some vitals, but as he was sitting down, "hey man, hope you don't mind, my feet are killing me, did 5 miles this morning then have been busy on my feet ever since coming into work," as he popped off his shoes and a cheesy smell filled the small closed up room, eyes focused on me as he began to ask the usual questions. I mindlessly answered his questions, my eyes fixated on his wiggling toes, breathing in nothing but the scent of his feet. My body began to feel weak but his questions didn't let up until he was done, "alright it was nice meeting you bud, the doctor will be with you in a moment," giving me a firm handshake that left my hand sore, popping his feet back into his shoes, opening the door, only to close it as he left leaving the aroma locked in the room. I found myself taking deep breaths, the scent filling me up until the scent itself got faint. My body began to tingle, practically throbbing in my pants. I started to wonder, with the little mental strength I had left, if this was a mistake. A knock on the door came, before the door knob twisted and the door opened. In walked Dr Trevor Samuels. As I gawked at his physique, that smile and his own big feet, I noticed a different musk started to fill the room now that his own white coat was off and his short sleeved polo, reaching out his hand for a shake, "I'm Dr Samuels, but please call me Trevor, or Sir if you prefer haha," leaving my already sore hand throbbing from his own firm handshake. "Um yes, s-sir, nice to meet you." "Listen bud, Trevor was just telling me before I entered that you might have iatrophobia or a fear of doctors," (that's not it or maybe I do,I thought) but before he could continue as his nose scrunched, "damn it Nick," he said under his breath, sorry you had to put up with that he doesn't do that often or a lot but when he does he sure stinks up a room, probably told you how he has been on his feet," when it seemed like a lightbulb moment went off, "you know maybe he had the right idea, hope you don't mind, I mean didn't seem like you did, but maybe it'll help with your fear! That way your mind can think of something else." Just then he popped off his own shoes, filling the room with a different sweet, savory, sweaty musk, his socks looking a bit sweat soaked and off white from wear. The room filled up quickly with his foot scent, but there was something about it that was deliciously sweet and tickled my senses. My heart started to beat faster. He took out his stethoscope and brought to my front and back torso, "little buddy, I know it can be scary but relax," resting his hand on my shoulder before patting me on the back. My mind was reeling, not knowing how to cope, haven't been this close let alone spent time with such godly men that I struggled and found myself taking deep breaths.He finished up some checks along with his questions. "Alright last question, bud." "Yes s-Sir?" "Well first off haha I was just joking about the sir, not saying you have to stop, I kinda like it haha, but bud tell me when was the last time you released?" "Um what?" "You know, masturbated?" "Not sure S-Sir, just been so focused on classes so couldn't say." "Ah, maybe that would explain the rager you have had. Be mindful about that, though it's normal you don't want to ignore it, especially if it goes for too long. It could cause damage if you keep ignoring it and it could be a good stress reliever during finals week. If you don't, don't make me help you out with that, haha. What year are you in?" "Senior." "Man I remember that, good for you keeping yourself in check, between you and me I was pretty relaxed that year, grades were good, med school was on lock, and maybe was getting my own stress relief more often than I needed haha. What are your plans after?" "Not sure S-Sir, have been putting out applications for jobs or internships." "I'm sure a bright little thing like you will get it figured out. Well let me hand you back to Nick to draw up some blood so you can relax. But doctor's offices aren't too bad right?" Before I could respond, Nick was back and Trevor was putting his shoes back on, "ha! You see boss, it feels good to let them air out and relax right?" Chuckling, "fine, but be mindful of when you do it." Nick placed his hand on my back guiding me to the lab, once again wrapped up in his pit stink, making me feel light headed once more. As he began to get set up and draw blood, his pecs bounced about, a foot landing on my own, I assumed he didn't notice but it got me from thinking about the needle and what was happening. Soon as he wrapped up, he stepped hard on my toes before turning and putting away the vials. "Alright bud, good job today." He guided me to the door. I entered the reception area. Duke smiled, "proud of you boy, I know it was scary but you made it, let's schedule a follow up this time next week. We like to schedule a follow up for new patients to go over the results of the lab work and to discuss future plans." "Sure s-sir." His eyes perked up, "haha Trev is so lame, he does that, you really don't have to continue that, unless you want to." He extended his hand before giving his own firm squeeze, "it really was nice meeting you. See you next week." ___________________________________________ So I left and headed back to my place, nearly rushing. Plopped on the bed, unable to process what happened. I knew I was drawn to feet but this is too much, it was like I could still smell them. Throb I began to think, do I have that io-something phobia they kept mentioning. I don't think I ever got scared from my last doctor or that clinic. But what if I do, maybe cause I've been going to the same place and learned to be comfortable there? Maybe I can learn to be comfortable here too. Man, sometimes others know more about you before you do huh, I said to myself. But seriously what is up with that clinic I don't think I saw any normies there. Do they just not go there? I mean their smiles, their builds, their voices, their touch, damn it even the smells. Throb Hearing the voice of a man, "stress relief". Throb Hearing his voice ringing in my ears, Oh yeah, that's right, and so I did. But before I could fully get started, it spurted out with a force, hitting me on the cheek, feeling my body spasm. Letting it sink in before falling asleep on my bed. ___________________________________________ The week leading up to my appointment was different, I was noticing every man's pair of feet with high detail. Walking closely behind or to the side of them to try and catch a whiff. When Friday finally arrived. Though a part of me questioned the decision to keep going to that clinic, my feet moved with a mind of its own until I found myself at the door of the clinic. I entered. "Hey little buddy, you made it. We were worried that you'd opt out with how scared you seemed," Duke said with a smirk. "Um hi Duke," noticing a nice old lady finishing up a check that she was writing. "Thanks Duke, such polite men you all are, be good ok" as she walked out "Bud, Trev will be out in a minute. Till then, how's classes been going? I heard from Trev that you've been on the hunt for a job, any prospects?" "Classes are good, I did have one, but I think I messed up the interview, just got so nervous, the interviewer..." catching myself before I could say how hot the man was, "was intimidating and asked questions I apparently wasn't ready for." "Awe, I'm sure a good little boy like you will figure it out." Before anything else could be said, the door opened and out came Dr Samuels, "you're here! Let's head on back." Noticing my hesitation, he guided me back to the same small room, along the way noticing that other rooms had a bit more space. We both took a seat. He gave me a look and said, "good boy looks like you took my advice and took care of yourself,"apparently noticing my non-existent bulge. Blushing, I avoided his gaze and got tongue tied, while feeling butterflies at hearing good boy. What's going on with me I thought. "I have your results, but before we go over them, sorry boy, the dogs are howling and needing to be freed, Nick made me join him on his run this morning saying he'd skip out on work today if I didn't. It's best to humor him sometimes. But now these shoes are killing me." His heel barely came out of the shoe and an intense aroma once again filled the clean aired room. "Whew that's bad, but you don't mind right, remember it's just a way for your mind to focus on something else instead of your deep seated fear." As the room quickly filled up with the eye watering scent. He leaned back in his chair raising his feet to the space to my left on the exam table crossing his feet at the ankles. The smell was more intense here. As he flipped through the pages, his sole brushed against my thin chino covered thigh, practically leaving a wet spot that felt cold after the contact was removed. "Alright bud, your results look good. Your cholesterol is a bit high so we would want to keep an eye on that, but it's still in normal range so keep up what you're doing and maybe avoid processed food to see if that changes anything. If something comes up or you have any concerns give us a call and we'll get through it together, alright?" "Sure thing Tr-s-sir!" A smirk grew on his face. "Alright. You have a great day, let Duke know you're good to go." He sunk deeper into the chair relaxing. "He-hey Duke, Dr Samuels said I'm good to go." "Where's Trev?" "Oh he's in the room I believe?" "That guy." "Cool well if there's nothing else I'll be on my way, "Hey before you go, thought I'd ask you. You seem to be a bright little boy, you're polite and respectful. You're a bit agreeable and that could be a good thing. While you were back there, I was thinking, what if you work here?" I was shocked, his smile was so sweet and comforting, I looked at his body, and maybe he noticed as his chest flexed a bit. "Umm I couldn't I wou-" "Nah bug, I'm sure you'll do great, think of this as a win-win I'll get some help out here and you'll have a job. But not only that, after your last visit me and Trev were talking over some beers and it made me think," he paused, "hey Trev come out here will ya?" "Man what is it, was gonna take a nap before we clean up and hit the gym then go out tonight? Oh hey little buddy, you're still here." "I was telling our little friend here to come work with us. But wanted to get your thoughts, being his doctor. My thought was, if he gets repeated exposure, maybe it'll help with his fear of doctors and medical offices. We, well mostly I'll get some help but I guess we all will, he'll have a job and work on moving past his fear. What do you think?" "Bro, you don't have many good ideas, but I like this one." Then turning to look at me, "So what do you say bud, you want the job?" I hesitated, sure I need a job, but it's intimidating, I'm out of place. Sure after seeing that lady patient of theirs, it's comforting they do get normal people. But I'd stick out and not in a good way. "Bud I know it's scary, but we want to help you out. Tell you what don't say no. Think it over. Focus on your classes and graduate. If you still don't have any prospects then come work for us. Remember it's a scary world and like you said some interviews, if not all will be intimidating, this way you can build experience and some additional social exposure while working out your fears. Give us a call day or night, if we don't answer, just leave a message saying you're in and I'll give you a call and we can talk about your start day. Till then have a great weekend boy." Before I could say anything else the two of them turned, walked away, talking to each other, their voices becoming more and more faint. And so I left along with the scent of Dr Samuels feet lingering in my nose. Or maybe it was caked in from when his sweaty foot touched my thigh, visiting coating it with sweat. ___________________________________________ Classes ran their course. Spending countless hours wrapping up assignments, papers and studying for the upcoming finals. Of course I wasn't short of distractions. The height of spring was upon us, the weather fully warming up. The men on campus walking about in shorts, muscle tees, and their slides or flip flops. Sweat glistening on their skin. Manly musk that engulfed my thoughts. Finals, I thought, reminded me of the brothers and their job offer. Reminiscent of the scent of both the doctor and nurse. I shook my head, trying to free my thoughts. I cozied into my library nook once again. Clicking the button on my laptop touchpad. There, my graduation application has been submitted. Now it's time to put in a few more applications out there,I thought. I had a few interviews that didn't pan out. Thankfully I had another scheduled this afternoon. I finished submitting my applications, got ready, and headed for the interview. The recruiter greeted me at the door, some mild pleasantries. She asked me a few questions about my interests and experiences. "Perfect, I think you could certainly fit in here, just answer as confidently as you did and I'm sure we'll be seeing more of you here," she smiled warmly, "now sit tight and I'll send in the hiring manager." The door clicked closed as she left me in the room. I comforted myself in knowing she thought highly of me that I could work here. I could definitely build experience and from what it looks like this office would provide great benefits and job advancement. Before I could think of anything further, the door swung open and a man in his mid to late thirties walked in. His entire vibe exuded confidence. His walk, his stature, his physique. His dress shirt had been rolled up to his biceps, the hair on his strong forearms. The closer he got to the table caused a musky sweaty scent to hit my senses. He extended his hand out, stretching his arm, and exposing a pit stain soaked in sweat, "hi, I'm Aaron Lopez," his deep voice shaking my confidence. My eyes caught his intimidating gaze, causing me to look away, a glimpse at his straight pearly smile, then directing my attention back to the sweaty armpit of his "Uh, um, very nice to meet you Mr Lopez." "Please Aaron is fine, Rebecca, has been filling me in, you have excellent grades and your perspective on things align with our company culture. But if you would be hired, you'll be reporting to me, so with that I have a few questions." Oh wow, he could be my boss? I thought. The dark spot in his pits had a wide diameter almost reaching the spot where I was guessing would be his nipple. The scent of him obscured my thoughts. "- so what do you think?" "Hey boy, cat got your tongue?" "Listen, if you're going to work for me, I need to know you'll pay attention, so let's hear your answer." Oh no, I thought. "I'm so sorry, just a bit of nerves, you were asking for my thoughts on?" He leaned back, exposing his flexed arms. If I wasn't mistaken, did he just flex his chest? Watching his strong fingers tapping on the desk before, SLAM, his palm hit the desk. "Boy! This isn't going to be a good fit. Let's save both of our time. Thanks for coming in." "I'm sorry Sir, is there anything I can do?" "No boy, well on second thought," he gave me a look over, "repeat back what I had just explained and my question." Staring at him blankly, "uh umm uh" "Exactly, well boy, I wish you the best, if I think of a role for you, I'll give you a call," he stood up, "I'm sure you know your way out." With that he turned for the door, glanced over at me, a smirk on his face, "my advice get your staring problem in check," pausing, "boy." A quick flex before leaving completely. I must have been red as a tomato. The warmth of embarrassment burning throughout my body. I saw myself out quickly. ___________________________________________ Finals came and went. Graduation finally came as well. Had a few more interviews, but unfortunately nothing worked out. My confidence was shattered, I couldn't look anyone in the eye. My voice was shaky. With every interview, I couldn't muster up the courage to move past that interview. Female interviewers had tough questions. Male interviewers left me feeling confused, hot or not. To them I absolutely couldn't make eye contact. Trying to listen and answer to the best of my ability, which I admit was lacking. I sent thank you letters to no avail. After my interview, radio silence. So it went. I lazily laid around for 2 weeks, waiting, hoping for a call, any money I had saved up was nearly running dry. "Give us a call, day or night," rang in my head. Maybe that will be my best option after all. After all, maybe I do have something phobia. Ring Ring Ring Ring "Dr Samuels' office, Duke speaking." Duke, his voice, something about just hearing it through the phone was both comforting and nerve wracking. "Hello? If this is an emergency please hang up and call 911" "Hello? Anyone there?" "S-sorry about that Duke, I'm calling to see if that of-cough-offer is still available." "Oh hey little bug, thought I recognized the number, for you, the job is yours, what's today - that's right, Tuesday, pay period ends this week. Let's have you start on Monday - I'll see you then." "Thanks Duke, anything I should know?" "Nah we'll talk about it here, just wear comfortable clothes, you won't really be interacting with the patients, so feel free to wear jeans or better yet those chinos. See you then." Click Without awaiting any further response he ended the call. Oh! He didn't say what time to show up, pulling up my laptop and their website. They open at 9. ___________________________________________ Come Sunday night, I was a mess. Nerves, anxiety, anticipation building up in me. I ironed my chinos and a T-shirt, then set off for bed. I laid awake, overcome with my thoughts. The clock displayed 1:12. Eventually I fell asleep. 4:47 Eyes closed, trying to get a bit more sleep. 4:52 Fine, let's just get ready. I showered, got dressed, brushed my hair, grabbed a bagel and headed out. There I was standing outside the locked front door. Pulling out my phone, where it displayed 6:09. Maybe I should've called back and asked what time to show up. Grabbing a seat on the concrete leaning against the door. Little less than 3 hours. I played games on my phone, browsing on a few pages. 7:19 Step Step Each footfall getting louder, "there's our little bug, I mean new employee," the deep voice filled with happiness. Duke. There he was, dressed in a sweat covered tank top, running shorts and shoes. "Hi Duke," placing a hand on the ground to steady myself as I got up, when a hand was placed on top of my head. Head leveled with his waist. Hand rubbing against my hair, the weight and strength keeping me from rising as he dug in his shorts for the key. The longer he held me there, I breathed in a distinct but different kind of musk, unlike the scent of feet and pits I was becoming accustomed to. "I know the key is in here somewhere," lifting his foot briefly before landing on my outstretched hand on the ground. Weight started to build up on my hand, stunned to say anything. "Oh, here it is," sliding the key in, "nope that's not it. Don't you hate how most keys look alike." My hand started to get sore, as I was looking down, his hand finally lifted off my head, "that's right, it's in this pocket, my bad haha, alright let's head in." His shoe pressed down one last time before finally taking a step inside, "good boy for coming so early, you passed," as he continued walking to his seat, with me following closely behind. Standing beside him as he settled into his seat, pulling out some papers. "Alright, I went ahead and filled out your employment forms, all the mumbo jumbo and legalities are there, just standard paperwork. Now I'm just needing a signature here, here, and here," as he handed me a pen. I was standing so close to him thinking how wonderful his scent was that I signed on the lines he pointed to. "With that welcome to the team, boy, we're so happy to have you. For now let's have you organize this stack of papers. Just place the names together, put them in order from the page count and put them away in the folders," pointing at the stack of papers then bringing his attention to his phone. I got started on my work, taking quick glances at his drying sweat, taking deep breaths. I noticed he was texting someone in between swiping around on what appeared to be tinder, fully leaning back on his desk, kicking his feet up. "So boy, you're making good pace, everything you do today will become a routine. During these first few days, you'll wait for me outside until we know we can trust you with your own key to the place," not once looking up from his phone. As I put away the last folder, I stood there by his side awaiting my next task. Watching him on his phone, he was absolutely stunning, that jawline could cut someone. His strong scent floated in the air. A few minutes passed, "Du-duke? I've finished." "So you have, good boy," for some reason filling me with warmth. "As we wait for the others to arrive, take off my shoes would you, you're just so close, and I'm so sore, this girl from last night was a freak, begging for every position. Best kind of workout haha," giving me a wink, "but following that up with a morning run and some gym time, bending over is gonna be a challenge." His right foot swung over to me, till it made contact with my hand, "no need to undo the laces." Grabbing his shoe. Squelch Cough-cough "Haha sorry about that bud, should've warned you that they get intense after a run. Now the other," as his other foot swung against me, tapping me on the crotch, bringing it to life. Once again the sound of sweat, as the vacuumed resistance fought against me till his heel popped out. Filling the air even more, causing my eyes to tear up. 7:40 "Oh is it that late already, just set those shoes down there and follow me," planting both feet on the ground and making his way to a lounge type room with lockers." He pulled out a royal blue dress shirt, black dress pants and a tie, setting them on the table, "boy, come pull off this tank," lifting up his arms. A sour musky aroma hit me in the face. I grabbed the bottom of his tank sliding it up exposing his skin, his abs, then chest. The top is still wet from sweat. "Use that to wipe down any sweat." His torso was so firm. When I brushed the cloth over his chest, I felt him bounce his pecs. He grabbed the tank, and laid it around my neck, resting on both shoulders. "Now pull off my shorts boy," placing a hand on my shoulder guiding me down. I grabbed the waistband from both sides, pulling them down. This! This I thought was the scent I was smelling earlier. Words couldn't describe the scent. All I could think of was what a man. He raised his leg, then the other, allowing me to take hold of the shorts. "Boy, grab the dress pants and put them on me." In order to steady himself he placed a hand on the top of my head, trying to push back to keep myself from falling forward. Securing his pants. "Now my dress shirt." I slid it up his arms before buttoning them up. "Lastly, the tie." I have never tied a tie myself, as it's never been needed. During the interviews i have just been using clip ons, could that have been a factor, I thought. "Boy we need to work on your tie skills, let go," pushing my hands away. "You know boy, I'm a bit busy outside of here, tell you what, let's have you wash these dirty clothes for me," grabbing the tank top and shorts and tossing them into an additional empty locker, "that one is yours by the way, though you shouldn't need it, so anytime clothes are needing cleaned you'll find them here, be sure to check before you leave each day. But for now follow me, actually grab my tee and shorts" turning around without looking over to see if I'm following. We made our way back to the front desk. "Now boy, set my used sweaty clothes on the ground and under my desk are my dress shoes, go place my sneaks by them and grab the leather shoes. You're gonna help me put them on." Getting on my knees, there were the shoes at the corner. I slithered over on my knees, one hand on the ground to keep my balance and the other holding what I could now say were his rank running shoes, when a foot landed on my back, followed by another. The sweat from his socks was being absorbed by my shirt. "Actually boy this is comfortable, our first appointment isn't till 9:30," putting more weight till I found myself laying down on the ground on my stomach, his running shoes mere inches from my face. A foot hooked me on the side, turning me over. Before he pushed his shorts and tank by my head, "lift your head up," as he pushed it under my head, my senses overwhelmed with his sweaty scent then rested his feet on my chest and stomach. Looking up at him from the ground, I started to feel embarrassed and intimated. He absolutely looked like a god. So masculine and superior. I need to get up, I thought. As my head raised up again, his left foot raised and landed partially on my forehead and nose, pushing it down by the mere force of gravity. Feeling the sweat but most of all getting a direct hit of his smelly foot. "You know what scoot down a bit." His left foot remained where it was while he shifted his right closer to my throat. >From the little I could see past his big smelly foot was Duke in all his glory, he looked so good dressed like that, not to say he wasn't good looking in athletic wear, but it made me feel undressed like a basic peasant beneath his royal foot, a Duke if you will. He didn't even pay me any mind as he grabbed his phone on the desk, causing him to press down every so slightly. His toes tapped against me. Curling his toes, effectively grabbing my nose, filling my lungs with the scent of his feet. His other foot bounced away mindlessly. Seconds, minutes passed as we were like this, when his left foot started rubbing against my face, "ah yes that's the spot, stay still little bug, mmm yes, good boy for helping me scratch that itch." His foot began to rub a bit firmer, on my nose and chin, "Mmm yes, just like that little bug, try to stay as still as possible, just let me foot guide you." Shifting his foot back to my forehead, before bringing his other foot at my chin. Both feet rubbing against me. The smell even stronger now that I was covered by both feet and his rank smelly shoes right next to me. "This is absolutely what my sore feet needed." Just then I heard the clicking sound of a door opening and fast footfalls. "Hey bro, who you talking to?" the deep voice that I recognized to be Dr Samuels. "Ah nothing, just talking to myself. But hey come over here, I need your signature on a few forms." I heard some paper rustling above, my blocked view, catching a slight glimpse of the man that's been using me like one would use a tennis ball to massage his feet. "No man, I can't see what you're signing, just come around and sign them." "You know you're a needy one, right?" "You know I could quit at any time and where will you be then haha." Pressing down on me as he laughed. My shame was building up, my face and body felt like it was burning up. Feeling like the sweat was building up on Duke's feet once again. Coating me in it or was it my own sweat being absorbed into the fabric of his socks. Whatever it was, the scent was building up. Before I could realize it, I heard the footsteps right next to me. By the time I knew what was happening, I felt a hard sole press down on my stomach, followed by another on my chest. I gasped. However the moment I did, the socked foot pressed in. Keeping my mouth open. My tongue subconsciously drew forward getting a taste of his sweaty socked foot. "Alright fine, which part do you want me to sign," leaning forward digging a bit forward, some weight lifting off. The sound of a pen scratching away at the paper was all I could focus on to distract myself from the weight of the muscular alpha male that didn't even acknowledge my presence. Once it got quiet, the foot on my torso twisted around as he faced his brother, part of his heel resting on my upper thigh. Duke shifted his left foot allowing me to look up and marvel at these two men. For the first time that day I could see Dr Samuels, seeing him from this view was immaculate as he towered above me. Shifting his weight once again as he was partially seated on the desk. Not once did he look down, as he and his brother talked about their conquest from the night before. If I wasn't mistaken as they were talking I could see a bulge in the doctor's pants. Before gently resting his heel on my own hardening stiffness. I'm sure my eyes widened in fear that he was going to press down, but before he could, he raised his foot taking a step down landing on my hand, seeing a smirk on his face as he walked away, giving his brother a high five, "time to set up for the day." Duke didn't say another word. Until the sound of the door opened once again. "Morning Duke," the voice was familiar but unrecognizable. "Quinton! Morning, come around back, I need your signature on something." "Tsk, man, can't you let me get settled in before you hound me on work." "Haha the sooner you do, the quicker you could go about your day. Now stop being a baby and get over here." "Ha, fine man, if it'll stop your nagging." Without hesitation he took a step towards me then on me. Feeling like rubber soles from the amount of give it gave as it landed on me, both soles rested comfortably on me. But what stood out, was there was a different sweet smelly scent that was leaking out, his shoes must be airing out through the cloth I thought. Quinton began tapping his foot as the pages turned. While he was signing the papers, his eyes looked down, reaching mine. A foot raised coming closer to my head, bringing the scent closer. "See man, not too bad right?" "Yeah something about this just made dealing with this so much easier. Haha" taking a step down and walking away. So that makes 3, I thought, they're a staff of 4, and there it was the unmistakable sound of the door opening. "Duuuuke!" "Bro, another 5 miles? You're drenched man." "You bet I did and best time so far! So pumped, but damn didn't get a chance to shower or change, I woke up late but you know I need my morning run to get me ready for the day." "Whatever man, just come over and sign this." Smack Smack Smack "Bro seriously, flip flops?" The slapping of Nick's foot against his flip flop got louder. "Yo man, you stink." "Yeah yeah, I just told you I didn't have time to shower and needed to air out these dogs before slipping them in shoes that don't breathe." Smack The sound was deafening against my ear as soon as he took a step to the right of my head. His feet were no joke. The smell was so strong, I wiggled to get away. I would've been successful if Duke wasn't keeping my head still. But just then, he pressed down causing my head to turn and soon enough my nose was so close to Nick's foot the stench was all I could smell. His toes wiggled and flicked about causing a squelching sound against the rubber insole of his flip flop releasing a gust of scent my way. Maybe it was my imagination but I think I felt a slight mist spray me when he did. Just like the others, he stepped on my hand, coating it with sweat, but this time with his bare foot before landing on my torso. Feeling his toes wiggle and curl pinching my skin. As Duke set up the papers, his foot pulled my head so that I was facing up once again, this must be what he meant by, `let me feet guide you,' I thought. Both men glanced down at me. Once done, they just started up mindless chatter, like Trevor, Nick leaned against the desk, foot swinging back and forth over my hardened crotch. While the other foot curled on my stomach. Making eye contact with me as he responded to Duke. This caused Duke to act similarly curling his toes around my nose, ensuring I only smelled his foot. "Alright man, maybe I'll try and get a quick rinse, at the very least I'll go get changed," swiping his feet on my shirt back and forth dying his feet. Slipping his feet into his flip flops then walked away. Duke began taking care of some work. Hearing some typing here and there followed by some writing. At times his foot pressing down, paying me no mind, not even looking at me. The door opened again, no please no I thought. "Good morning Mr Smith, the doctor will be with you in a moment, any changes to your information or insurance since your last visit." "Nope, everything's the same," the man responded, "but you mind if I grab a tissue?" "Oh sure, allow me," Duke lifted a foot onto my chest then walked down along my body grabbing the tissue box then back up again and handing the man a tissue. "Thanks Duke, I needed to spit out my gum. You got a trash can back there? The trash can isn't out here." "Oh yeah, forgot to replace it after emptying it last night, but no worries, hand it over I'll toss it," grabbing the tip of the tissue before dropping it on my face while making a motion of tossing it under his desk. In my shock, I laid there with the tissue between my nose and cheek, held in place by the weight of the gum. Duke sat back down, pressing his foot against the used tissue onto my face. Feeling the warm spit from the gum press against my skin. Doctor Samuels then came by grabbing the man's sheet stepping on my hand once again. The man was led back to be seen. After some time passed, Duke pushed the gum into my mouth then pressed my head down causing me to look to my side, just as the man who looked like an absolute dilf. A bit of a dad bod, that you knew he was a looker before married life had him settled, regardless he was still absolutely good looking. He was in deep conversation with Nick to notice me under Duke's feet. After he left Duke pulled the tip of the tissue out of my mouth and tossed it in the trash. This whole process continued with Duke, rubbing his feet on me, stepping here and there, standing and walking on me, just as the others did. With the only difference being that at times one of the other men would take a seat and plant their feet on my head as Duke was standing taking care of other matters. Come lunch time, Duke ordered in. They take their lunches in staggered shifts. "Hey bug, you're probably worried I only ordered food for four people, and that's exactly what I did. But not to worry we won't forget about you. Till then keep doing a great job, I'm proud of you boy, my feet are thankful for the rug they've been able to use." The door opened, "excuse me, I have an order for Duke Samuels?" "Yeah, that's me, thanks man. Have a good one ok?" Just then the doctor came back, with his most recent patient, a flamboyant but pretty man. "Listen Joe, I know you're active but ease up, at least be sure you're being safe!" "Haha yeah doc, I know, I am, okay, you know how it goes." "Yeah, yeah, we're not talking about me. You take care now, as always let me know if you need anything." "You got it, send me my bill. Later!" And so he left. "Haha, that guy is hilarious. One of my favorites, no doubt." "Yeah he's chill, but enough about that let's eat before your next appointment. Pull up a chair." While Dr Samuels was rolling over a desk chair near us, "hey boy, tuck your legs under the desk, lay between us." So there I was, laying on the floor, both men sitting perpendicular to the desk, eating, facing each other as they revisited their conversation on their conquest over the weekend. Talking about their friends. Their plans. As they got deep into it, Dr Samuels took off his shoes and they both shared my face as their rug, as Duke put it. His socks were ripe and oh so sweaty. The sweat building up in his leather shoes highlighted just how much his feet are unable to air out. "Man, this feels nice, thank goodness for your eye for spotting a fag," wait, did he just say, "I mean a good useful boy," as the doctor kept rubbing his feet. "No kidding, it feels right, the bugs' cheekbones, chin and nose are effective rubbing machines." "Seriously, could get used to this, it's been a while since we had one to give us the attention and service we deserve. Lucky you, you get to sit here all day, while I'm on my feet all day." "Yeah, yeah, you know I do stand too right?" "Whatever man, you have a nice cushion. But seriously Joe was telling me some stories and man, even he knows how to use fags." The feet rubbing against my face pinching and toying with my face as they relaxed. Toes catching my open mouth every time I tried to get a breath in of fresh air. Introducing their toes to my awaiting tongue, leaving a bit of salty liquid as it did. "Haha we should pick his mind on what he does to his losers." "It really goes without saying, straight, gay, don't really matter, but fags are useful, especially when they finally understand their place." "Yeah, a year's time should be good for training." As they continued to eat, they joked around, laughing at each other's antics, causing them to subconsciously push me into the other's foot. "Alright bro, good lunch choice, here," handing his box, "time to go get ready." "Hey boy, how's the smell of the docs socks now that you've smelled all the stink out? You know what, give them one more sniff and kiss before putting those bad boys back in their leather confines," pushing my face while simultaneously hooking my torso twisting me over. "That's a good boy, seems like your iatrophobia is healing nicely, soon enough you won't be scared of doctors offices and doctors. You haven't come across as scared as much, but what's this, didn't I say to be sure you're taking care of this," rubbing his foot back and forth on my crotch. Meanwhile Duke was smothering my face with his socked feet. My breathing started to get deeper, a moan escaped my lips. Before it could escalate further Dr Samuels moved his foot away, "now put on my shoes little bug." "That's a good boy," Duke said, patting me on the cheek with his foot. "Now to help with your fear bug, kiss those shoes one last time." Planting a kiss on both shoes, then moving away. "Alright bug, put my shoes on," I did my best to get them on quickly, "now boy, head on over to Quinton, bring him his lunch." I went searching for Quinton, thinking, I need to start asking questions, but yet again I can't find the strength to say something. Eventually I found him in one of the patient rooms. He was lounging back on the examination table. The man was so tall that his feet dangled over the edge. In front of his feet was a chair. I handed him his lunch as he was on his phone. Ignoring that I've been there. 5 minutes or so passed, my arms started to get tired being extended holding his lunch, "Qui-" the look on his face as he looked at his phone turned to a scowl, "s-sir?" I said meekly, as I did the scowl softened. "Oh, hey boy, have you been here long?" But before I could answer, "oh my lunch, thanks little bug, now be a good boy and take off my shoes would you, feel free to have a seat." The moment I sat down, the smell hit me. The smell was seeping out of his shoes, I felt nervous not knowing what it would end up smelling like once out of the confines of his shoes. But as asked (or was it more of an order) I removed his shoe. The scent was like a brick wall that I was forced up against. Just as I was taking off his other shoe, he extended his leg further, pressing it against my face, my nose, practically pushing me away, rubbing the sweat all over my face, making it harder for me to remove his other shoe, "come on boy take off that fucking shoe, my feet need to rest before the second half of the day and lunch is only 30 minutes," tapping away at my face pushing me back as I moved closer. Eventually I got them both off and he extended both. There came a point subconsciously I was needing to get a bit of fresh air, I moved back as my eyes teared up. As if on instinct, he hooked the back of my neck with one foot holding it in place, as he pressed and tapped around my face. Eventually he released his hold, giving me a playful slap on the face with his foot pushing me away. "Alright boy lunch is over, put my shoes back on." As soon as they were on, "good boy, that was a great foot rub. Now bring this back to Duke," handing me his box. "Um h-" looking at Duke in what appeared to be a fresh sweaty state. "Bug, welcome back," he said, taking the box from my hand, replacing it with another. "Now take this to Nick, he should be in the lounge. Hurry on, he has to help out with one of the next patients." As I turned to head towards the lounge, he gave me a firm spank that caused me to jump. Entering the lounge, Nick made instant eye contact and reached out. Handing him the box, "alright, finally, lunch time, I deserve it! Fag los- I mean boy! Take a seat on the rug would you?" Getting settled tapping his shoe on the side of my head as I looked at him. Taking that as a sign to remove his shoe, "awe look at that the los- I mean boy is learning quick. But let's not stop there, take off my socks." As both socks were removed, he set his food on the table then extended his hand out, I stared at him blankly. That open palm turned to a slap. "Boy hand me my socks," so I did. As soon as they landed in his hand, one hand grabbed the back of my head while the other held the sock to my nose, "now breathe deep, I know this is part of your treatment." His bare foot in all it's sparkling glory was excessively rank, even more than when I caught a whiff of them this morning. His feet really built up a sweat and corresponding scent. After holding it for a minute, getting light headed from the dizzying sweet scent. He put the socks on the table and grabbed his food. His foot tapped on my head once again. "Kiss." "That's right, boy, kiss and sniff, help cool off my sweaty smelly feet before I get back to doing real work." One foot moved to my shoulder, his big toe nail began to press into my skin. "Ow-" and in came his big toe, hooking down onto my tongue, his other foot released and hooked around my head, making it so I was unable to get away from his sweaty salty, almost vinegar like cheesy feet. "Mmmm this is the life, but hey let me see that tongue of yours" he said with a full mouth, scarfing it down quickly. With my tongue out he swiped his feet heel to toe. "Alright boy, put my socks and shoes back on." The moment I grabbed the socks, "but before that, kiss my feet would you?" Kiss Kiss "Now thank me for helping with your treatment, bug." "Thank you, um," staring at me pressing his big toe on my nose, "s-sir for helping me with my treatment." he wiped his spit covered toe and soles in my hair then my shirt. So I placed his socks and shoes back on. He handed me his box, then dismissed me with a flick of his wrist. I headed back to Duke with the nearly empty box. Handing it over to him, "good job boy. Alright now go ahead and take my shoes off again." The scent was fresh all over again. "Haha, pretty foul isn't it, I just got back from my lunch run/workout." As I was removing his shoes, I heard scraping against cardboard and the moment both feet were free from his shoes he dropped the cardboard, to go box on the ground between his two freshly removed shoes. Taking his socks off himself and stuffing them in their respective shoes. "Told you not to worry, here's your lunch, aren't we all so sweet?" There were some pieces of fries, chicken, burger, basically a mix of all sorts of things, some looked half bitten, "now eat," as he rested his feet on my back, occasionally wiping his feet on my shirt and hair, even on the side of my face. Every bite had a flavor that was subdued by the scent of his feet. When I finished, he had me get back into the same position. This time occasionally having me kiss and suck his toe. Patients came in and out, one may have seen me with my tongue out, resting on my bottom lip with one of Duke's feet mindlessly moving back and forth, as he snickered saying, "what a pathetic loser." He continued as he did, occasionally stepping on me to reach other things, walking on me. The day had finally come to a close and the four men gathered around. They discussed the day, the patients, synced up on treatments and respective plans. Each grabbed a chair. Each man had popped off their shoes, resting their feet on random parts of my body. Laughing occasionally. Dr Samuels placed a foot on my crotch once again, "so team, how do we feel the treatment is working out for this fag-i mean loser, man, I mean boy." Nick and Quinton laughed. "Good first step." "Going well, I'd say." "Alright boy, so like I mentioned, what you experienced today will become a routine. Cause repetition is the best treatment and consider it your training for the job. I've also told you to do what, each night?" Trying to speak with his toe in my mouth, "to check my locker for laundry." "That's right boy, such a good boy," Trevor said as his foot continued to rub. "But listen up boy, you may think our socks need cleaning, you are not to wash them unless we explicitly say so. Sometimes you'll find a pair in your locker, but if it was not ordered, you will take it with you and sniff it at home even get used to it as your pillow," Duke said. "Damn straight, fucker, consider it your at home prescription," Quinton said. I was blushing. "Awe no need to be shy about it now, slave boy," Nick said, as he shoved his big foot into my face. "I guess there's no need to hide it now. You signed your labor agreement, without reading it like a loser, man I'm kinda disappointed since you're such a bright boy," Duke said. "But your temptations ruled over you," Trevor said. "Basically, you are a modified contact employee. You will be expected to work and follow any command given to you. You will learn our scent, crave it even." Indistinct chuckles could be heard through the group. The rubbing and pressing of their feet continued. "Don't you worry, you'll still be paid, but if you leave before the year is up, you will see a contact cancellation fee, to reimburse us for our time investment in training you. In addition to that, you will see some medical fees, I don't think you realized that your insurance isn't covered here. But you signed the acknowledgement when you first scheduled your appointment and the forms you filled out here during your first visit. Now all of us have accepted the terms of your employment through each of our signatures. Now, if you would like out, you can leave now, but I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss out cause who knows where we could take this after your first year interim" Duke said, "but not to worry little bug, if this goes well, you'll likely build up a savings, none of us are strapped for cash and we'll happily take care of you as long as you continue to be good." Duke, Quinton, and Nick all removed their feet off of me, Trevor continued rubbing, leaving my mind in a foggy trance as I could smell all their feet. As they waited for a response, Nick pulled out his flip flops, putting his used socks in his shoes. "Mmmm umm, can I think mmm, about it?" "What's there to think about," Duke asked, waving his foot inches from my face. Wafting the scent into every inhale I took. "Yes, I'll do it." "Yes, what?" "Um, yes Sir!" With that they each placed their feet back on me, giving themselves a foot rub using my body, then just resting their feet on me. Nick's barefoot was pressed against my face, as both Quinton and Duke took their socks off. Just then Nick and Quinton scooted closer sitting on both sides of my head, with Duke in between. Trevor remained where he was. The three men at my head continuously played with my face. It was then that Duke said, "stick your tongue out again bug." The three of them rubbing their sweaty but addictively smelling feet on my face and fighting each other to be the foot that gets placed on my tongue. Having me get familiarized with their salty taste. Nick and Quinton in their position were able to pinch my tongue, giving me a taste of the sweaty buildup between their big toe and second toe. Though I had thought of this moment countless times, this definitely got overwhelming. The taste of Nick's feet and toes were incredibly intense, if it weren't for my growing addiction to them, I think any normal person might've gagged at the scent and taste. "That's a good slave boy, just keep doing a good job and youll enjoy yourself, you'll see. Just remember you address us all as Sir now or Master. You'll take care of cleaning, basically custodial work. Taking care of our tired feet and anything else we think of, maybe even anyone we think of." "Oh, also boy, take my shoes to my locker when you head back to check yours," Nick said. "Also, don't forget your pillow, indicating his used dried up shorts and shirt. But you know, on second thought, don't wash them just yet use them as your pillow at home. When they finally lose their scent, be sure to let me know, if you don't, well let's let you find out then," Duke said. Nick laughed as this was said, "I was going to let you be surprised, but my shorts and tee from my morning workout was also placed in your locker, but let me get in on that, don't wash them, do the same thing boy." "Alright, one last time, bug, do you understand and accept the terms of your employment?" "Yes Master," kissing his foot. Just then Dr Samuels began rubbing quicker till I finally got a release, groaning into Duke and Nick's sweaty feet, as they all began to laugh, kicking back, ignoring the rug at their feet. Duke then said, "alright now place our socks back on." "Minus mine, just slip on my flip flops," Nick said, "but hand them to me." "In case you haven't figured it out yet, from the moment you called to accept this job, each of us wore the same pair of socks," Duke said. "Not to worry, we will continue to wear these same ones, until we ourselves can't handle the stank any longer," Quinton said. Then the doctor stood up, sitting on my stomach, "bend your knees," as he leaned back then rested his own overpowering scent on my face. "Kiss my feet, boy, then take deep breaths." "Welcome to your new life, little bug." ___________________________________________ Writer's note Alright all, that's it for now. Truly wrote this out as a one off, but who knows, I've become attached to the characters loving their different personalities.This is actually inspired by my own search for a doctor ????. Would you all select a highly attractive alpha type doctor? In any case, writing is still fairly new to me, wanting to keep the essence of past stories but changing up the tone. Please let me know your thoughts or any feedback, it would be highly appreciated. Please also feel free to reach out to let me know which part you enjoyed most, maybe to share a picture of your feet (maybe for future inspiration to continue this or for other stories). Lastly if any strong alpha men with big smelly feet are ever nearby, would be honored to be considered to be your foot slave or please let me know how I may be of service? Or maybe are you a doctor? I really do need a new PCP haha. Thanks to you all for taking the time to read this, I hope you enjoyed it in one way or another!

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