A dark room. Four walls hidden behind sound-proof padding and leather. The ceiling as well. A hard rubber matted floor. Without any light, this room is naturally dark. Without sound, you’d go insane from the silence. A hidden door is closed and locked from the outside, leaving its sole occupant trapped inside.
That would be me, left alone in this room. Normally, I stand 73 inches tall; however, the way I’m standing now is far from normal. I am impaled on a metal pipe, or more accurately, a 10 inch long, 5 inch wide dildo. The pole is positioned just high enough to keep me on the balls of my toes, preventing me any way of freeing myself from the massive intruder. My cock and balls are connected to electricity, which varies in the output. Going from very light to almost too painful, in essence, electrically jerking me off.
My entire body has been electrically shaven from head to toe, any evidence of manhood removed. I will be permanent smooth from my nose to my feet. Given time, my eyebrows and head hair will regrow back, but I have the feeling whoever is doing this to me will keep me shaven or cropped very short.
My arms are useless in any attempt to fight or remove these contraptions I’m in. A leather straight jacket encases my arms, virtually keeping me in the “hug yourself” position. Save my nipples, I feel the musky air of the room on the area around them; however, I cannot feel them specifically.
My head is encased in a hood of some sort. From the inside, it is leather lined and feels as if there is padding around me, sort of like a motorcycle helmet. I can not see, nor speak. The dildo gag in my mouth prevents any such thing. I can feel the air going through my nose; however, it is still inside the hood. There must be a hole somewhere near my nose to allow air in for breathing.
I can feel the pull of something around my neck, which is also probably what keeps my chin from touching my chest, it is kept erect by this collar. There must be chains attached to the four corners of the room to maintain my ‘balance’ while I’m impaled on this dildo. I also feel the coldness of metal around my ankles. Guessing, I’d say about 2 inches in width, yet I hear nothing rattle against them as I struggle to maintain myself on the dildo. If the situation was different, I’d say whatever is on my ankle was custom made to fit me and me alone.
I drift in and out of what little sleep I can get. I estimate I have been awake and tortured for the past 3 days. Last time, he told me I was left on this “pedistal” for 4 hours, course that was after the 6 hours I was strapped down to a bench where some sort of machine fucked my ass and milked my cock the entire time. Every time it’s the same, sleep when I can.
My thoughts keep roaming back to how I got into this position and when, if ever, I’d be getting out and free. I was just your average guy, 73 inches tall, moderately to very hairy all over my body (save my back, and my ass having a nice fuzz to it). Brown hair I kept relatively short but not too short and brown eyes. I’m not a gym rat and didn’t live for exercise, so over the years I accumulated a somewhat belly and weigh in at 220 pounds. Not overly obese, but not toned either. Usually told I make a great ‘teddy bear” to cuddle next to at night.
I was at the local leather bar like I usually am every night. I work long hours during the day and instead of sitting at home watching television and being anti-social, I go out and meet a leatherboy I know at a bar for hanging out and relaxing. I never really got into leather and the whole BDSM stuff myself. I have gotten into mild and novice things I guess. You know, nothing else but handcuffs or such, but never anything more. Danny, the leatherboy, keeps telling me I’d make a wonder leatherslave for a man if only I would trust one.
You see, I have a problem of letting someone else be in charge. I’m not saying its my way or the highway, but I do like being in control of things. And from what Danny has told me, I wouldn’t make a good slave, as a slave has no control.
Tonight was no different from any other Friday night. Danny had given me a leather harness for my birthday, and reluctantly, I agreed to wear it. He measured me about 2 months ago saying he was going to get me a suit or such for formal occasions at work or such. The harness fit me perfectly. It was just a standard criss-cross style (think of an X on your chest) harness. It fit so good, that it actually made my chest stand out and beg attention almost. Instead of the traditional “O”-ring on the front, Danny had the manufacturer replace it with some sort of similar ring but it had the words, “up for grabs” on it.
Despite my hesitation, Danny was very understanding and eased me into wearing it to the bar, with just my jeans and cowboy boots on for other clothing. I will admit, I got allot of looks from the other men at the bar, both boys and Masters. A few would approach me and make lame pick up lines about the harness and Danny would step in and fend them off. I would just laugh and walk the other direction. It was as if Danny was my ‘guard dog’ and was protecting me knowing how much of my involvement into the scene was.
The night went on as usual, until I went to bathroom before hitting the road to go home. Danny said he’d meet me out front and walk me to my car before leaving himself. It was just after 2:00 am and my life would never be the same. As I finished my business at the urinal, someone cold clocked me from behind and I was out like a light.
I have no idea how long I was out, not where I was. I couldn’t see a thing, nor could I move. I was completely immobilized and started fighting against the restraints. I stopped when I felt a hand placed flatly against my chest…
“You are mine now and for as long as I want to keep you. You have no identity until I give you one. Your life is what I make of it and you are here please me and all who I say you will serve. My alphaboy has told me you would make a great addition to my dungeon as a permanent resident and that is what will happen to you. I think I will make you my sextoy. To be used however I wish and then put away just like any other sextoy I own. You will learn to accept this fate or pay the consequences. Your friends have been told you are taking an out of town trip and your boss was left a message stating you quit outright. You have no need to work anymore except when and where I instruct you to. As soon as my alphaboy returns finishing your disappearance, your training will begin.”
I began protesting like my life depended on it, for all I knew, it did. I kept struggling and fighting against the restraints to no avail. Somewhere during my struggle I heard a door open…
“Ah, there you are, is it all done?”
“Yes SIR, everything is as you instructed and he is yours SIR.” I knew that voice, but due to my situation and struggles, I did not recognize it, until…
“Good boy. Now let us begin. slave, you will know and call me only by SIR or MASTER from now on.” A few laughs from the mystery man added to the thorns of his next sentence. “You already met my alphaboy, Danny…”
Saturday, November 25, 2006
A MAN AND HIS DOG
It was a hot day that summer and I was sitting on the porch of our little two-story house that Sunday afternoon wondering what I was going to do this summer vacation. I was glad now I was eighteen and would be able to move out after graduation. Since mother had married Steve Keller and moved to the country to live with him she paid little attention to me. I told her I couldn’t wait to move and get my own place. One of the reasons was I could hear them at night screwing and the way she screamed and moaned for more I knew he was hung like an animal. It was really gross. As for Steve, her new husband, he seemed to like that damn dog of his more than me. Brutus his dog had accepted mother the day she moved into Steve’s house probably because he though mother was Steve’s bitch but he was always growling and glaring at me. I was deathly afraid of his big Doberman. When the call came about Grandmother being sick Mother said she would fly out to look after her. I knew it was going to be one long summer alone with Steve and Brutus and I begged her to let me go with her. She said she was only going to be gone three months and it was too expensive.
I watched as Steve and Mother pull away and decided to go in and watch TV. I lay there on the sofa and Brutus was lying on the floor watching my every move. It had started getting dark when I heard Steve pull up in our long gravel drive. He was carrying a paper sack and as he entered he told me to wash up for supper. Setting to bowls on the table he began filling them with some dumb Chinese food telling it was his favorite and for me to eat up. Then taking a steak from the refrigerator he cut it in pieced and put it on a plate for Brutus. I muttered that was the steak mother had fixed for my supper and all Steve said was for me to shut up and eat. Grumbling I told him he that fed that Damn dog of his better than he did me. Coming over and grabbing up my dish he slammed it to the floor telling me if I was going to act like a bitch dog I might as well eat like one. Then pulling me up he slammed me to the floor.
When I tried to get up he put his foot on my back pushing me to the floor telling me to eat like a good dog. Now Steve was a huge brute and I was afraid of him. I went down on all fours and began licking at my food. As Brutus gulped his food he kept glancing over at me. When he’d finished his steak he walked over licking my face like a playmate. It was the first time the dog was ever friendly to me. Steve sat there watching to make sure I ate then getting up dug through one of the kitchen drawers pulling out a dog collar. Reaching down putting it on me saying when I gave him the same respect that Brutus did I could take the collar off. Looking up at him he was smiling and leaning down patted my head like I was one of his pets. It was the first time Steve had ever made a move to be friendly even if it was a cruel joke. He made me keep that collar all that evening until I went to bed. --> continue reading the story here
I watched as Steve and Mother pull away and decided to go in and watch TV. I lay there on the sofa and Brutus was lying on the floor watching my every move. It had started getting dark when I heard Steve pull up in our long gravel drive. He was carrying a paper sack and as he entered he told me to wash up for supper. Setting to bowls on the table he began filling them with some dumb Chinese food telling it was his favorite and for me to eat up. Then taking a steak from the refrigerator he cut it in pieced and put it on a plate for Brutus. I muttered that was the steak mother had fixed for my supper and all Steve said was for me to shut up and eat. Grumbling I told him he that fed that Damn dog of his better than he did me. Coming over and grabbing up my dish he slammed it to the floor telling me if I was going to act like a bitch dog I might as well eat like one. Then pulling me up he slammed me to the floor.
When I tried to get up he put his foot on my back pushing me to the floor telling me to eat like a good dog. Now Steve was a huge brute and I was afraid of him. I went down on all fours and began licking at my food. As Brutus gulped his food he kept glancing over at me. When he’d finished his steak he walked over licking my face like a playmate. It was the first time the dog was ever friendly to me. Steve sat there watching to make sure I ate then getting up dug through one of the kitchen drawers pulling out a dog collar. Reaching down putting it on me saying when I gave him the same respect that Brutus did I could take the collar off. Looking up at him he was smiling and leaning down patted my head like I was one of his pets. It was the first time Steve had ever made a move to be friendly even if it was a cruel joke. He made me keep that collar all that evening until I went to bed. --> continue reading the story here
SOLD BY MY DAD
My bedroom light was suddenly turned on. The bright light shone into my eyes. Annoyed, I woke up. The clock showed that it was still midnight. I was surprised to see two men in my bedroom. One was my father. But the other one was unfamiliar to me. Yet, he seemed to be my dad's friend because he was also a Chinese. Realizing that I was not alone, I quickly grabbed my blanket to cover my private parts. I indeed slept in nude. My father's friend had spotted my cock, but he pretended that he did not notice it.
"Dad? What are you doing here?" I asked, yawning. My hand swept the sweat beads on my chest. The air condition was quite humid. It accidentally stimulated my nipples, making them hard and pointy. Having two men staring at my blanket-covered body was far from pleasant. "Dad, who is he?" I asked, pointing at the other Chinese man.
Before my dad could say anything, his friend hurriedly spoke first. "I'm Awie, your dad's friend," that man replied, signaling my dad to shut up. That man seemed a few years younger than my dad was. I reckoned that Awie was in his early 40. There were some wrinkles on his face. Awie was actually quite handsome. Those wrinkles could not erase the tell-tale signs that he was such a hunk years before; the short-cropped hair of his added to his sexiness as a man. For a moment, I was lost in my thought about him. I was not gay, but I sure envied his physical features for a man of his age.
"My son is 21 years old now," my dad said to Awie. "As you can see, he's quite handsome. His body was proportional, quite sexy. I'm sure you'll like him a lot. He'll be such a hot fuck toy." My dad did not seem to care for my confusion. But I could see that there was something he hid from me. "So how is it? Can I sell my son to cover my gambling debt to you?"
Upon hearing the word 'sell', I sat upright on the bed. The blanket almost uncovered my lower naked body. "Dad! What did you mean? You sold me? To him?" My face went white. "Dad, you can't do this to me! I'm your son!"
Awie flashed me a lewd grin. "You dad sold me to pay for his gambling debt. He knew how much I like sexy stud like you. Oh, I'm gonna fuck your ass and give you so much pleasure." While saying that, Awie unbuttoned his shirt. Turning to my dad, he said, "I accept your payment. You have no more debt to me. Once I finish fucking your son, he's officially mine." One by one, the buttons were undone, revealing his torso. Fleshy chest mounds, comprising muscle and fat, peeped from behind his open shirt. "Don't be scared, I'm gonna make you feel so good. Your dad told me that you're not queer. But believe me, after I fuck you, you're gonna be one." The shirt fell onto the ground, exposing his bare torso. For a guy of his age, Awie's upper body was amazingly sexy. He must have worked out a lot, and ate a lot, too.
I stared at him with horrible look as he fumbled with his trousers, fearing for my own safety. Instinctively, I tried to run, but as I stepped my feet on the floor, Awie called upon his bodyguards. Then, out of no where, two hefty muscular native Indonesian men appeared. In no time, I was subdued. Each held my hand, immobilizing me. As I struggled, my towel slid off my body. To Awie's perverted pleasure, I found myself helplessly naked. Four adult men fixed their eyes on my limp uncut cock. My face reddened like an apple.
"Nice body," Awie commented, unsnapping the trousers button. An unzipping sound followed. The trousers was shucked off and dropped to the floor with a clinking sound. "Like my package, huh?" he asked, shamelessly displaying his briefs. A big bulge was formed behind the tight white briefs. "My cock is quite big, you know. I'm gonna screw you and make you beg for my cock. Yeah, I'm gonna molest you, rape you, and make you mine." The briefs were also shucked off. A long thick cut cock sprung out, throbbing excitedly. "Meet my cock," he added, stroking his own hardness.
"No! Don't rape me. I'm not a homo," I pleaded with him, struggling in vain. The more I struggled, the tighter the bodyguards held my hands. Turning to my dad, I begged him to save me. "Dad, I'm your son. Please don't let him do that to me. Save me, dad. Dad!" But to my disappointment, my dad turned a deaf ear to me. "Let me go! Ah!" Those muscular bodyguards brought me to Awie. Locking my arms with their biceps, they held me as their captive. For the first time, I saw another man's cock with my own eyes. Awie's looked quite big. I winced as I imagined how painful it would feel when he stuck that monstrous cock in me. --> continue reading here
GREG's NEW PET 1 + 2
Greg and I had become pretty good friends over the past few months. I first met him at the gym one time when I needed a spotter, and we gradually became workout partners and would hang out together every once in awhile. Greg was an all-american, lean, muscular 26 y.o. guy with a 5'10" frame, close cropped brownish- red hair and a confidant reassuring smile that could melt ice. I, Ken, was slightly shorter than Greg at about 5'9. We had hit it off because both of us were laid back and had a mutual interest in working out. We both were extremely masculine guys, and he didn't have any idea that I had any interest in him or any guys in general. Simply put, we were just good pals. Little did I know just how much our friendship would affect the rest of my life.
One day at the gym we were both going through an extremely intense workout. Both of us were maxing out on our bench press and working our chest, biceps, and triceps into virtual exaust. As we were rapping up, Greg suggested we head to his place and grab something to eat and relax. We finished our workouts, and I followed him over to his place.
Greg threw some steaks on the grill, and we ate some serious protein. Being as hungry as we were, we didn't even worry about changing clothes or cleaning up. After finishing dinner, we started discussing plans for the weekend, and Greg mentioned he was planning on doing some fishing using his new rod and reel. Being a fan of fishing myself, I asked if I could see the new equipment, and he said it was in the closet and I should go check it out.
He and I walked over to the closet, and I opened the door. It was a large walk in closet, and looked pretty empty to me except for a box near the back wall. "It's in the box, go ahead and check it out." Greg instructed. I walked over to the box and suddenly I heard the door slam and pitch darkness surrounded me. I turned around and beat on the door, "OK Greg, ha ha ha, open up" I said jokingly. Silence. Suddenly, brightness engulfed my eyes and the door open up. It was so bright that my eyes took a few seconds to focus. When I could finally see straight, I realized I was looking not at Greg, but at a white and blue Nike Crosstrainer that appeared to be the size of a large car. --> continue reading part 1 here
Greg's New Pet Part 2
One day at the gym we were both going through an extremely intense workout. Both of us were maxing out on our bench press and working our chest, biceps, and triceps into virtual exaust. As we were rapping up, Greg suggested we head to his place and grab something to eat and relax. We finished our workouts, and I followed him over to his place.
Greg threw some steaks on the grill, and we ate some serious protein. Being as hungry as we were, we didn't even worry about changing clothes or cleaning up. After finishing dinner, we started discussing plans for the weekend, and Greg mentioned he was planning on doing some fishing using his new rod and reel. Being a fan of fishing myself, I asked if I could see the new equipment, and he said it was in the closet and I should go check it out.
He and I walked over to the closet, and I opened the door. It was a large walk in closet, and looked pretty empty to me except for a box near the back wall. "It's in the box, go ahead and check it out." Greg instructed. I walked over to the box and suddenly I heard the door slam and pitch darkness surrounded me. I turned around and beat on the door, "OK Greg, ha ha ha, open up" I said jokingly. Silence. Suddenly, brightness engulfed my eyes and the door open up. It was so bright that my eyes took a few seconds to focus. When I could finally see straight, I realized I was looking not at Greg, but at a white and blue Nike Crosstrainer that appeared to be the size of a large car. --> continue reading part 1 here
Greg's New Pet Part 2
MY BROTHER'S FEET 1 + 2
Growing up I took a liking to feet. I don't know why. I'd look at someone's feet and get squiggly inside. One day while at home, My brother was sitting above me on the couch and teasingly lowered his foot towards my face. I hadn't ever noticed his feet before, then it occured to me, my brother had feet! He was slightly younger than I, but as his foot lowered towards my face, I looked up to see an evil grin encompassing his face. As his bare toes touched my face I felt
submissive and somewhat exposed. Obviously He'd seen me and a gril I knew, as she had always placed her feet on me, and I loved it, Now, he was trying me, trying to see if he could get away with it. I wasn't moving and as he lowered his feet onto my face he smirked, but was
still somewhat cautious, as if I'd jump up and fight, but I didn't. As he owered his soles onto my face for the first time I felt myself relinquishing a power of some sort to my brother. He glanced down at me, still unsure of himself, between his toes and musta seen my eyes looking up at him between them and figured, that he was now getting the upper hand (foot) was seeming to enjoy himself.
As he rubbed his bare feet acros my face, he would look down at me to try and sense some sort of rebellion, but he had none. I laid there under his probing feet and realized my soon to be place in my house. I sniffed at his feet and smelled sweat and must and dirt. This soon began a new ritual in our house. When he would come home, and I would be there, I would try to at first put my self at a position to be used as a foot rest. --> continue reading part 1 here
My Brother Feet Part 2
submissive and somewhat exposed. Obviously He'd seen me and a gril I knew, as she had always placed her feet on me, and I loved it, Now, he was trying me, trying to see if he could get away with it. I wasn't moving and as he lowered his feet onto my face he smirked, but was
still somewhat cautious, as if I'd jump up and fight, but I didn't. As he owered his soles onto my face for the first time I felt myself relinquishing a power of some sort to my brother. He glanced down at me, still unsure of himself, between his toes and musta seen my eyes looking up at him between them and figured, that he was now getting the upper hand (foot) was seeming to enjoy himself.
As he rubbed his bare feet acros my face, he would look down at me to try and sense some sort of rebellion, but he had none. I laid there under his probing feet and realized my soon to be place in my house. I sniffed at his feet and smelled sweat and must and dirt. This soon began a new ritual in our house. When he would come home, and I would be there, I would try to at first put my self at a position to be used as a foot rest. --> continue reading part 1 here
My Brother Feet Part 2
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