The Delivery Man

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The delivery man withdrew his enormous softening cock from Mason’s throat and went back over to his computer to check on the auction results. The auction closed a few minutes ago. With a nice total of $85,000, the delivery man beamed with pride as he returned to his three captives on display for the cameras.

“$85,000 for little pig whore Joshy, not bad,” the delivery man laughed. 

“you sick fuck!” Mason yelled out, “You can’t just sell people!”

“Yes I can you little pig,” the man replied while walking over to retrieve something out of sight, “and little slaves like you haven’t earned the right to speak. You can mumble and groan like your two other fag brothers.” 

The delivery man motioned towards the other two prisoners tied next to Mason: the idiot cop who figured Mason had been behind this whole crazy operation, and an unknown man that Mason had figured from what he had gathered that he had pissed their captor off incredibly. Not that Mason hadn’t done the same thing. 

Now he sat there, defeated, having just swallowed a huge load from the man who had drugged him and tied him up twice already. Now, things looked like he would be sold for the highest bidder. At least he now had a pretty good idea of what had happened to his friends. No doubt Miguel, Adam and Kevin and Kyle had shared a similar fate. 

The man grabbed Mason by the top of his head, holding him tightly by his long hair. Mason didn’t have time to protest. The man shoved a jumbo purple ball gag in his mouth and tightly fastened it behind his head. He now matched his other bound, gagged and naked slaves. 

“That’s better,” the man said, “I only like you slaves talking when it suits me. But that sweet gargling sound you make behind that gag, gets me so fucking hard already.”

The man was indeed right. His cock, which after shooting a wad of cum down Mason’s willing throat, was already rising again to its full length. 

“MMmpph!” Mason moaned. 

“Aw you want more dick slave?” the delivery man mockingly asked, “well some of my other guests might want to lick up my cum from my glorious dick. You must be a pretty greedy pig to want it all to yourself.”

“MMMMMMPPPH!” Mason angrily protested through his gag and pulled at the ropes that were tightly restraining him on his knees to the platform this man had tied him to, just like the others. 

The man strutted right up to Mason and forced his face into his sweaty, hairy balls. 

“You fucking lost Mason, now sniff my hairy balls,” the delivery man commanded, “your degradation is just starting. Get used to my scent slave, you’ll soon learn to worship it. Your mine boy, and I’m going to break you into the perfect slave.”

The scent was overpowering. Mason’s captors hairy balls totally blocked Mason’s nostrils. Gagged the way he was, he had no choice but to inhale the sweaty, musky odor of his captors balls. 

“Smell that boy?” the delivery man asked while forcing Mason to nod. 

“That’s the smell of a man’s hard day’s work tying up sluts like you,” the man said with a smile. 

DeMarco and the other man struggled and moaned into their bonds, but they got nowhere. The delivery man had won over all over them. They were all in the same boat. Bound, naked and exposed to his clients for purchase. The delivery man looked extra proud as he strutted his muscular naked body triumphantly around his setup area. He circled his way back over to Josh, who was still trapped in the body cage and tightly gagged. 

“Aw poor little Joshy didn’t get any of his master’s cum,” the delivery man mocked. 

Josh shook his head ‘no’ the best he could, but the delivery man had trapped him far too well. 

“Well I got good news for you boy. I sold you to a place that’s gonna load you up with cum, at BOTH ends,” the man laughed. 

Josh was still trapped in the cage. Mason watched as he tried to struggle free. Withouth the man unlocking the back, he didn’t have any chance to crawl out. 

“Not to mention you’ll get exactly what you deserve for sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong,” the man continued while rubbing his hardening dick on Josh’s gagged face, “You’ll be smelling the parts of men usually just reserved for them. That little slave face is going to be right where it should be, under the sweatiest, musky parts of real men.”

Josh was shaking now. Even Mason had to wonder what this man had planned for him. Why would he go through all the trouble to abduct him too?

“I’ve got a nice gym I’ve sold you too,” the delivery man explained while he turned around giving Josh an up-close and personal view of his hairy, muscular and very sweat ass, “see anything you like Joshy?”

Josh tried to shake his head no. The delivery man slowly back his hairy ass towards his caged boy’s face while reaching back and spreading his ass cheeks to reveal his hairy hole. Every way Josh could turn, it wouldn’t be enough to avoid the man ass slowly closing in over his nose and gagged mouth. 

Mason heard Josh moan in objection for a bit, but soon it was muffled by the delivery man’s ass. A satisfied grin was plastered across his face as Josh fought below him to escape the smell of his butt. He was loving this. 

But as much as the delivery man loved it, Mason noticed that Josh’s cock was starting to get hard as well. Was Josh into this? Or was the delivery man just that good at breaking people down into his willing subjects. 

“They have a special room for you to worship men’s asses Joshy,” the man said, “your entire body will be hidden except for your head, locked tightly just below your neck. Just above you, there will be something that looks like a toilet seat. From time to time, men looking to relax or wind down will enter the room and have a seat, from there on, all you will see and smell is sweaty ass. As their property, you will be required to lick and inhale their masculine scents, and tell them how superior they are. Doesn’t that sound great boy?”

The delivery man’s description of the scene made precum ooze from not just his hard dick, but Josh’s as well. As Mason watched the delivery man taunt his captive, Mason began to wonder if there wasn’t a party of Josh that actually wanted this. 

“That room will be in a sauna boy, so you can imagine how sweaty the asses will be that you will be licking,” the man added. 

Josh moaned into his gag, but there wasn’t much he could do in his current position. He had to inhale the ass scent of his captor. 

“At night, you’ll be locked up in the basement inside of a small cage like a dog. You won’t be alone though slave, you’ll have your slave brothers as company. They won’t provide much conversation as you’ll all be gagged, but at least you won’t be alone while you’re locked up tight, wearing the owner’s son’s jocks over your face or whatever torture he has planned for you. But I’ll let the rest be a surprise, let’s get you packaged up,” the man said before shooting Josh with a tranq gun. He was out instantly. 

As the three conscious slaves watched, the delivery man dragged Josh out of the body cage. He was sleeping like a baby, completely oblivious to the face that he was completely free for the moment. Mason stared and prayed that somehow he would resist the tranquilizer and come out of it, but he just laid there like a naked rock. 

The delivery man took his time. He wrapped layer upon layer of plastic wrap around Josh. By the time he had finished, Josh was fully cocooned from head to toe – save for his nose so that he could breath. Next, came support layers of thick duct tape. The man wrapped it around Josh’s toes, ankles, shins, above the knees, around his wrists, forearms, chest and even his eyes. 

As he wound the last bit of tape around Josh’s eyes, there was a loud buzz coming from an overhead speaker system. Thinking that it was an unexpected party, the bound men began to plead and moan into their gags. The delivery man just smiled and casually walked to his control display while his pigs tired themselves out. 

The delivery man flicked a switch, “Yes?” he asked through the PA. 

A muffled voice replied through the speaker, “We’re here to pick up the delivery for Herb’s Gym.”

Mason recognized the name of that gym. It was a place in the city that gay and bi guys went to hook up. He had actually been in there a few times with his fake ID a couple years back. He couldn’t believe it was secretly a place that owned slaves. Now his buddy Josh was about to get a private tour. 

“Alright, I’ll buzz you in. The package is out cold and will be for a few hours. More than enough time to get him back to the gym before he wakes up,” the delivery man said through the PA. 

The men entered through an entrance way in the back of the warehouse. As they approached the scene in front of them, neither were that shocked. Even as Mason, DeMarco and the other guest yelled into their gags, they just smiled and nodded at them while they lifted up the mummified Josh and carried him away toward where their truck was waiting in the loading dock. They got in their truck and slowly drove away, the gate closing behind them…

The delivery man was enjoying having so many bound guests in his stable waiting to be sold. However, he wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with this many, especially this group. It was nothing but a bunch of escape artists and people who would gladly take their revenge on him. So, the delivery man decided to take steps to prevent them from working together to escape. 

First, he shot a dart in DeMarco. Once he was out, he loaded the burly bound cop into the trunk of an unmarked car he used to get around town without drawing suspicion. He had worked out a special present for DeMarco. 

He wanted to keep Mason for awhile. He was sure he could get a decent price for him but honestly that didn’t matter as much to him anymore. He wanted to see the boy crawl and worship him. He wanted him to crave the taste of his cock and his cum. But first things first, he had revenge in mind. He wanted to teach his third and final guest a lesson: never fail the delivery man. 

Bronson created a scene specifically designed for his former partner in crime, Luke. The bound, naked man was put in the center of the room on his knees. Cameras captured his vain struggling at every angle. Next, Bronson lowered a crane until it was about six feet above a metal table he had moved in front of Luke. He positioned Mason, bound and gagged on his knees on the table and used ropes tied to the crane as a harness to keep him from struggling too far away. Bronson ripped out Mason’s ball gag but before the boy could object he forced a different one on him. This one was a big odd, it had a hollow bit that was forced into his mouth. A tube ran from there and connected to a large funnel. Mason yelled as best as he could, but he still sounded like a gargled mess. 

Bronson took out a huge bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and began pouring it into the funnel. As the funnel drained it emptied into Mason’s throat. He was powerless to do nothing but swallow. Bronson smiled as he emptied the entire bottle into Mason’s gag. He was ready for step 2. 

“Enjoy your drink, slave?” he asked Mason while rubbing his hair. Mason cursed into his gag and pulled on his ropes but the delivery man was confident in his work. So he strutted up to where Luke was bound on the floor. 

Luke noticed that Bronson had more goodies in his hand and began to curse in his gag and fight his ropes as well. Bronson had no time for this. He grabbed Luke by his short hair and unbuckled the ball gag that held him quiet. 

Luke did manage to get time to speak, “Bronson please! Don’t make me into one of these fags.”

“Poor Luke,” Bronson sighed, “you think I’ll listen to a word you say. But your mouth isn’t for talking anymore slave.”

The delivery man forced a gag that was similar to Mason’s into Luke’s mouth. It just didn’t have the funnel. The hollow tube that was pointing straight at the back of Luke’s throat extended out of the mouth gag into a small clear plastic tube jetting out and eventually attaching to a weird, cock sheath. Bronson took the length of tube and the cock sheath and then secured it to Mason’s cock. Now the two slaves were connected and he could show a preview of Luke’s new skill set. 

“There, all done now Luke,” Bronson announced as Luke stared up at him and the tubing that ran to Mason’s now sheathed cock. 

“I’ve got a little experiment I’m running Luke,” Bronson said, “I’m trying to see what happens when you fill a boy up with water. What do you think will happen, Luke?”

Luke’s eyes widened as it finally dawned on him the purpose of this setup. Mason tied up on a higher elevation than him, the funnel gag in Mason’s mouth, the sheath and tubing running to Luke’s own gag – Bronson was going to feed him second hand piss and broadcast it out as some sort of show. Luke began to fight in his ropes and hell into his gag. The more he fought though, the more he pulled on his ropes and considered the idea of being a urinal, the harder his dick got. 

Bronson walked over and started expertly stroking Luke’s hard and thick six inch cock. It didn’t take long for it to respond. Soon Luke was bucking his hips back and forth, he was thoroughly enjoying the sensation radiating throughout his dick. He felt the cum bubbling in his balls. It was getting closer and closer, but before he got over the edge Bronson released his cock and formed a tight, unyielding grip on Luke’s balls. 

The sudden, intense pain on his balls made him lose his concentration and his ejaculation which he had, at that point, considered it a foregone conclusion. Once Bronson was satisfied that the need to shoot had subsided, he started up again. 

Bronson kept this process up for about thirty minutes before Luke began to notice Mason shuffling his knees from side to side behind him. He accidentally made eye contact with Bronson, who smiled as he noticed Mason behind him. 

“Won’t be long now Luke,” Bronson smiled, “You said you didn’t want to become a fag like him. But I think you’re enjoying your new position in life as a urinal slave. Don’t you.”

Mason danced around for a bit more. He looked like he was trying his best to fight it, despite the fact that the man that was about to guzzle down his piss was completely responsible for his abduction. But it was inevitable, Mason had to piss. Eventually, he let loose a big stream of urine traveling through the tubing. Bronson and Luke watched as the liquid streamed through and ran towards his gag. Luke tried to pull on it as Bronson slowly jerked him off. The combined sensation of being tied up and having his cock stroked drove Luke crazy. He didn’t even really notice that his mouth was filling up with Mason’s piss. He just unconsciously and obediently swallowed it down and hoped that Bronson would let him cum. 

He didn’t. Bronson kept him on edge as he drank down a full load of Mason’s piss. Mason, having just watched the whole event go down, was incredibly horny that this dude had just drunk his piss. But he would have to learn too. Bronson took some rope and reached down and tightly bound Luke’s cock and balls up, trapping all of the pent up cum. 

Bronson jumped up on the table, his naked and piss hard cock swaying back in forth in front of Mason’s face. 

“Looks like one of my urinals was a good boy and drank down his juice, let’s see if the other one is just as cooperative,” the delivery man said as he positioned his big dick on the funnel and let loose.

Mason watched as the delivery man’s big cock started leaking out urine. First a little bit, then a heavy, steady stream. It quickly began filling up the funnel even as the first of his piss started hitting the back of Mason’s throat. Mason swallowed as best as he could as the smell of stale piss filled his nostrils. He locked eyes with Bronson in defiance. Bronson just grinned as he watched him guzzle down his huge load of piss. 

Once he finished, he gave Mason another quarter bottle of water and began edging Luke again. This time it was only about ten minutes before Mason let out another huge stream of piss through the tubes that connected to Luke’s mouth. Luke guzzled it down again, happily this time as it added something special to the ordeal that Bronson was putting him through.

Bronson had Luke swallowing five loads of piss before Luke even had to go himself. Bronson allowed the slave to empty his bladder in a bucket he placed under his newly freed cock. After it was filled, Bronson wasted no time, he picked it up and dumped it all over Luke. 

Finally, Bronson removed the cock sheath from Mason’s overly hard dick. He attached the tubing to another funnel and went and got a glass. When he returned, he non-chalantly pulled out his dick and filled the beer mug sized glass up with piss as Mason and Luke watched from their positions. 

“Well Luke, I got one more big gulp of piss for you to down. But before you do, I want you to know something: I already sold you,” Bronson said. 

Luke’s eyes bulged out and he started whimpering into his gag. 

“The guy’s watching right now,” Bronson continued while stroking his hardening dick, “watching you guzzle down load after load of piss Luke.”

Luke tried to fight it but he was getting turned on by the way that the delivery man was talking down to him. His cock throbbed and strained for release. 

“I bet you want some more don’t you Luke?” Bronson asked, “You want another big warm glass of piss.”

Bronson took the mug full of piss and gently wafted it in Luke’s gagged face. The smell hit him instantly and Bronson spotted a big drop of precum forming at the end of Luke’s dick. 

“I’m glad I made you into a worthwhile piece of equipment slave. You should serve well as a urinal. Now, the last glass of piss that you’re going to guzzle down is special. Do you know why?” Bronson asked as he crushed up a bunch of pills and began to pour the contents into the glass and mix it up. 

“Because they are drugged fag. You are going to be drinking down drugged piss,” Bronson informed Luke as he poured the contents of the mug into the funnel, which emptied into the tubing and deep into Luke’s mouth. 

“Drink it down, that’s a good boy,” Bronson mocked as Luke swallowed the entire glass of piss.

Bronson then took the gag out of Luke’s mouth. The new urinal slave was too out of it to further object or try and reason with the delivery man. He looked like he was in shock over what Bronson had done to him, but Bronson wasn’t done yet. He untied Luke from the platform and forced his face down and his big hairy ass into the air. He got some lube from a nearby bottle and started lubing up his big 9’’ cock with one hand and Luke’s tight hole with his other. 

Luke responded only with moaning out loud in pleasure, his cock throbbing with need to cum. Bronson lined his dick up with Luke’s quivering hole and began to force it in. The drugs had already started to take effect on Luke, but the sudden large invader in his tight virgin ass hole made him focus temporarily. His eyes bulged out, and he let out a long, low groan as Bronson shoved his big dick in the man’s hole. Luke tried to fight off the drugs as best as he could.

“Give in to it slave, when you wake up. You’ll be on your way to your new home. You will be bound, gagged and hooded. Your cock will be caged and your ass will be plugged with a huge load of MY cum trapped inside,” Bronson taunted his former partner. 

Luke made vein attempts to struggle away, but the drugs had taken hold and his wrists were still bound as were his ankles to his thighs. He could only moan along as Bronson began to fuck and degrade him. 

“Sometimes money isn’t important Luke,” Bronson went on, “Sometimes fucking over the guy who’s been a constant disappoint lately and teaching him his true position in life is what’s more important, and that’s what I’m doing now. I sold you for shipping and handling, only a couple hundred bucks.”

Luke began to notice that despite his drugged state, he was still incredibly horny. His dick was rock hard and still throbbing thanks to Bronson’s expert fucking and enormous dick. 

“Go to sleep, Lukey,” Bronson cooed, “rest your slave body. Before you drift off though, think about this: I sold you to a man called the humiliator. He’s a stocky but pretty good looking bearded guy in his forties, but you won’t really care about that. He’s going to lock you in body cage on wheels and use you as his personal urinal. He’ll pull you from room to room when he needs you. That’s your new position in life. Sleep tight, slave.”

Luke tried to process what his former employer was saying, but the drugs overpowered him. He was out. 

Bronson didn’t waste time. He shot a dart in Mason, knocking him out and began to vigorously fuck away at Luke, who despite being unconscious was still rock hard. He unloaded a huge load of cum with a big groan and shoved a butt plug to keep it all in place. 

“that’s what happens when you get into the sex slave game Luke, you fuck up it’s pretty easy to figure out how to solve the problem,” Bronson sighed. 

He picked up Luke and drug him over to where he had set up more plastic wrap. He mummified Luke in the exact same fashion he did as Josh and placed him on a hand cart. Next, he went over and took Mason down off the crane and carried the passed out boy into another room. 

This room looked more like a dog kennel. He opened one of the nearby cages and shoved Mason in. It was just big enough for Mason to sleep curled up, but tied as he was, that wouldn’t be a problem. Bronson removed Mason’s gag and replaced it with an old fashioned plug gag, he shut the cage door and locked it, smiling at the thought of the hunt being worth it…

DeMarco opened his eyes to blackness. The air smelled musky. His face felt wet. As his mind began to groggily process and recall the events that had brought him to wherever he was, he realized there was a hood locked on his head. It cut off any possibility of seeing where he was. He felt the familiar ache of a gag stuffed in his mouth, restricting his words to simple mumbles and gargles. His arms felt different though. They weren’t free, but they were locked into heavy steel manacles on his wrists in front of him. Those manacles had a length of chain that ran down to manacles locked on his ankles and up to a collar locked around his neck. 

As much as he pulled on the chains, he couldn’t break them. They were the heavy kind of iron. Stuff that simple first time kink people don’t use. Hell, they didn’t even use this type of stuff at the station. He tried to stand but a foot pressed against his face and forced him back down to the ground. DeMarco made another attempt to get up but the foot forced his face to stay pressed into the carpet. Where was he?

“Howdy there DeMarco,” the unfamiliar voice said, “you’re looking real good dude.”

Who was this guy. Where had that crazy bondage fanatic taken him? It didn’t feel like he was in a warehouse anymore. It felt like he was just in somebody’s home. Had he just chained him up and left him someplace?

“Don’t be scared buddy, I’m just your babysitter,” the voice explained while holding DeMarco chained under his feet. From what DeMarco could tell, aside from the chains and the hood he was still completely naked. Except for something tight and restrictive locked over his cock, keeping it soft and trapped. 

“Your owner decided to let you spend the night here with me to keep an eye on you,” the voice went on.

Something was odd about where he was. It was somehow familiar. A tug on his collar and the man pulling at his arm lifted DeMarco to his feet. The man must have had another lead of chain acting as a leash to guide him blindly around. The feeling of carpet felt nice on DeMarco’s bare feet. Where was he?

Then suddenly he realized the feel of the carpet was familiar too. Was he back at his house? DeMarco furiously looked around but the hood completely blackened out any attempt to see. 

“Looking sharp, man,” his babysitter said in an asshole tone, “If you haven’t figured it out by now, you’re back home.”

DeMarco started to try and talk into his gag, “Mfff mrrgg mff?”

“Aw don’t get excited now buddy,” the voice said while tightening the grip on his leash, “You’re not going free, your owner just wanted to give you a chance to serve the man who’s currently fucking your wife every god, damn, day.”

The words stung in DeMarco’s ears. Who did this fucker think he was kidding? Nobody fucks HIS wife except him. He growled into his gag and tried to break free of the man’s grip, but he was too strong and too fast. He gripped DeMarco’s exposed nipples and twisted them what felt like as hard as he could. DeMarco squealed like a pig and dropped to his knees. 

“Yeah, don’t forget that slave. Ha. Ha. I fucked a lot of guys wives, believe you me. But I ain’t ever had the husband be my slave. That offer was too good to pass up,” the voice said. 

DeMarco felt the man’s bare foot pressing against his chest, holding him down. Chained up and hooded like he was, all of his police training was useless.

“So I bet your stupid pig ass didn’t notice, but that’s a very special gag you’re wearing. Ya see, I’ve been here all fucking week and hornier than hell. That wife of yours has been gone trying to transfer all of your married assets over to her solely. Pretty cool huh?” the man said.

DeMarco bucked up and down but the man held him down firm. He cursed at him in his gag and pulled on the chains locked tightly at his wrists. 

“I’ve been here all fucking week DeMarco. And your wife hasn’t been able to take care of me like she should be doing. She isn’t sucking my big 10’’ dick under your kitchen table while I eat bacon she cooked me and read the paper. She isn’t taking her daily spanking on your desk. She hasn’t even been here to tongue my balls while I take video and send to my buddies. What the fuck, DeMarco!” the voice further went on.

DeMarco was in a fit of rage now. But the more he pulled, the more weight the man put down on him to keep him still. 

“Yeah, she fucking loves it you dumb ass cop. She CRAVES my big red haired ginger dick. I treat this place you have like a dump. I piss on your toilet seats and always rub your face towels up my ass crack. I’d say I cum on your sheets but we both know where I’m cumming every night,” the voice said. 

Whoever this was seemed to completely have his wife wrapped around his finger. It didn’t seem to be true. DeMarco knew his wife as nothing other than a frigid bitch who never seemed to know when to be quiet. 

“I love watching her scrub the floors naked though. Sometimes I just spit on your floors right in front of her and make her strip and clean it up. But as I said, she’s gone and this place is looking pretty messy. Luckily as I said before, this is a special gag you are wearing. I can connect lots of fun stuff to it. From a little push broom to a toilet brush. And we’re gonna use them all,” DeMarco’s babysitter explained, “Oh and if you disobey or are a bad boy…”

All of a sudden, a rain of blows from the leather crop the man was holding descended up on DeMarco. They struck his thighs, his ass, his nipples, his back and all over his body as the chained up slave helplessly rolled around. Then it stopped. 

“I think we have a bit of an understanding, but just to further emphasize the point…” he said while again trailing off.

A blinding pain began to radiate from his balls as he felt like they were being tazed. DeMarco shook and kicked. Again, it stopped. 

“That’s your little ball zapped attached to your cock cage,” the man said, “Now be a good boy and nod that you are going to cooperate.”

DeMarco certainly didn’t want another shock to his balls. He nodded his head as fast as he could. The man towered above him and laughed. 

“Maybe you’re not so fucking stupid after all pig. I tell you what. I’ll let you choose which you want first. Listen up cause I’ll only say this once. Nod once for push broom, twice for ash tray, three times for toilet scraper.” The man said. 

DeMarco thought for a bit, and decided to just nod once for the push broom. How bad could THAT be he figured?

As it turns out, the man made DeMarco crawl on all of the tile flooring and basically sweep his own filthy kitchen, bathroom and dining room floors. Chained up like he was, this process took almost an hour. Any slacking in the process led to beatings with the crop. If DeMarco stopped for too long he got zapped. 

Once the man seemed satisfied, he let DeMarco rest up. He was now filthy from dragging himself along the floor. 

“Never looked better, chief,” the man mocked, “Now, on to the next one. But in exchange for doing the hard manual labor of changing out your gag, I’m going to need a favor.”

The man took out DeMarco’s gag and for the first time he was able to speak, “I ain’t doing you a favor you fucking bastard! I’m ahhhhhh!”

DeMarco didn’t get any further. The man triggered the ball zapper and he laid convulsing on the ground. 

“See where all that disobedience gets you pig,” the man sighed.

DeMarco took in a few deep breaths and decided to stay quiet. He hated that fucking ball zapper. 

“My feet are dirty from all that walking around helping you learn to sweep. Lick them clean!” the man yelled while shoving the sole of his foot in DeMarco’s face. 

DeMarco was disgusted. Yet something stirred in his cock cage. His dick was roughly pressing against the cock cage and he felt a need to cum like never before. 

“Lick it boy!” the man yelled again. 

DeMarco weighed his options. He could either refuse and most assuredly get zapped again or lick the man’s foot. But he didn’t want to give in so easily. Soon enough, he was convulsing on the floor again. This time it was followed by twenty additional smacks with the leather crop. 

“Lick it boy!” the man yelled again, Demarco began eagerly licking to please the man. 

“That’s a good boy. Lick up the feet of the man that satisfies your wife. Show him how great he is,” the man mocked.

DeMarco licked and slathered his tongue up and down the man’s left and right soles. He was then ordered to suck each toe individually. Finally, he had to deep throat each foot as far into his mouth as he could. 

After it was done, the man chose for him, “Your disobedience has earned you the right to scrape the toilets of my dried up piss. 

DeMarco spent the next forty five minutes with the gag and toilet brush toy locked on scrubbing the dried up piss off every toilet in his house. Since DeMarco had not been there for a while and he knew it was clean when he left, he had to assume he was cleaning off the man’s piss and not his own. 

“Scrub it good, slave!” the man ordered while following him around and holding on to his chain leash. 

DeMarco was made to scrub the man’s boots with the brush. For that he had to serve as the man’s footstool for a half hour while he texted DeMarco’s wife back and forth. He made sure to really make DeMarco scrape the boots clean. Next he made DeMarco serve as his ash tray while he smoked the biggest cigar he could find. For that, he made DeMarco lie on his back while he completely shaved his chest and arm pits. The gag even came with an attachment to hook a roll of toilet paper up to. DeMarco served the man as his personal toilet paper stand as well. To earn that honor, he had lay on his chest while the man shaved his hairy italian ass. 

DeMarco now felt powerless in front of his wife’s adulterer. He was smooth, naked and chained and had served in the most degrading ways he could think of. He groaned as the man unhooked his gag one last time. 

“time to suck on some grade a meat pig,” the man yelled as his enormous heavy cockhead pressed firmly against DeMarco’s lips. 

He didn’t have any fight left in him. DeMarco obediently took the cock into his mouth and started to suck on it as best he could. The man wasn’t lying when he said he had a huge ten inch cock. DeMarco had to struggle to choke most of it down while the man played for him clips of the man banging his wife to listen to. 

“Hear that one DeMarco, in this one she’s trying to choke down my dick just like you,” the man laughed as DeMarco gagged away on his wife’s lover’s big cock. 

The man took his time, calling DeMarco every name in the book while he sucked away on his dick: cocksucker, fag, whore, cum guzzler. He made him listen to tons of clips of him fucking his wife. DeMarco’s jaw began to ache, but he knew the man had to be getting close from the amount of precum that was leaking out of his cock and into DeMarco’s mouth. 

“I’m getting close pig, you ready to guzzle down a big load of my cum?” the man asked. 

DeMarco didn’t really have much of a choice. The man grabbed the back of DeMarco’s hooded head and forced his dick deep into his throat. He facefucked him roughly for a moment before letting out a deep groan and shooting a huge wad of cum down DeMarco’s throat.

Spent, the man sat down on the couch, pulled out his phone and texted the delivery man that he had completed the trial period…

Mason awoke the next day. He was still tied, gagged and naked. But now he was trapped alone in a room full of cages. His was the only occupied one. 

He sat up as best as he could. He pulled on the knots but couldn’t get them to budge. He looked down at his throbbing hard dick. He had to admit, this stuff got him pretty hot, but that didn’t mean he was going to let the delivery man get away with what he had done. 

He made himself a vow right there in that cage that he would escape. He promised himself that he would get free somehow, and then he would bring the delivery man down. He didn’t care how long it would take or how far he would have to go. Somebody had to stand up to this dick, and Mason decided it was going to be him. 

To be continued...