The ordeal outside the house is over. I have suffered

through the hanging, beating, enema, and face fucking.

Now I stand outside the door of his house, my cock

limp, my balls still aching, collared, leashed, and

chained hand and foot, knowing that once inside, I

will be subjected to more cruel and painful tortures,

all for the pleasure of my captor. Still, I cannot

escape. I am too far from help, and restrained as I

am, I would not be able to move fast enough to get

away. He knows what he is doing, and I know I have to

obey or be punished.

My thoughts are interrupted when he opens the door and

orders me inside. He stands before me, naked and

menacing, 'Get your ass over there; sit down on the

wooden chair by the fireplace.'

I walk to the chair, sat with my head bowed. Pulling a

chair up to me, he sits down and stares at me for a

moment. Then he grabs my jaw and forces me look him

in the face. 'What's the matter boy. You should be

grateful I've let you in the house. Some of my boys

never got past the stocks. I had to let them go. But

you've done well. You've proven that you like to

submit to my treatment, and that you can take it. So,

now we move on to the next step. Are you ready to

become my houseboy, prepared to perform and serve me

and my guests at any time, day or night?'

All I can manage to do was look at him in disbelief.

I think, 'What would I have had to do to be let go

like the others. I had in my mind that there was no

escape, and that he would all but kill me if I tried.

'Don't worry bitch. Those boys who left here were in

bad shape. They could barely walk.

'Before we call it a night, boy, you're going to show

me respect and worship my cock and balls for a while.

Get on your knees, Now!.'

I slide off the chair and onto my knees, a place and

status I am becoming very familiar with. I crawl over

to him as he spreads his hairy legs and reveals a

semi-hard cock encircled by a heavy patch of dark

hair. 'You'll have to do all the work this time

pussy. Hold my balls and cock and lick every inch.

When I'm satisfied with your performance, you can suck

my cock until I cum in your fucking mouth or until I

decide that I've had enough. Now get to work!'

I hold his balls in one hand, his cock in the other,

leaning my head to the side so I can lather his balls

and perineum with my spit. I lick and suck gently,

moaning in appreciation of getting to eat him. Over

and over I slide my tongue over his sac kissing,

nibbling, stimulating him. I would much rather lick

and suck him for hours than to be beaten and raped.

Moving my head upwards, I suck in the head of his dick

swirling my tongue and moving my mouth around and

around as I continue moaning in fake delight. I probe

his piss slit Then I lick the underside of his hot,

hard shaft, tasting his flesh. He begins to respond my

performance, his large cock getting larger and darker

red. I slide my tongue down to his balls again and

take them into my mouth lathering then all over again

and completely wetting his pubic hair. He begins to

move his hips to the end of the chair urging me on and

on. 'Eat Me You Fucking Bitch! Eat Me!'

Then, all of a sudden he stops me and says, 'What a

minute cunt. I've got to do something. Grabbing my

head, he sticks his cock halfway into my mouth and

begins to piss. When I try to back away, he grabs my

ears and screams, 'Swallow you fucking whore. Drink

my piss and don't ever try to back away.'

I swallow mouthful after mouthful of hot, salty piss,

feeling so humiliated by what I am doing and how I am

accepting his taunting words. But I know better than

to stop. When he is finished, and my stomach is full

of his piss, he orders me back to sucking his cock.

'That felt good cunt, and I'll bet you loved it. You

didn't miss a drop. I guess this should become a

regular part of your day starting with my morning piss

after a good night's sleep. How about that pussy?

Doesn't that excite you?'

All I can do is groan in despair as I continue to suck

his cock. I listen to his constant verbal torments

while I suck his cock, feeling and tasting his cock

head slide along the inside of my hot, wet mouth. Over

and over his shaft invades my mouth. I moan more in

disbelief at what I am doing than in any pleasure, but

my cock swells anyway, and I feel the need to cum

growing deep inside. I hope he will notice and let me

cum, so I keep up a constant stimulation with my

tongue and lips so that he will have an explosive

orgasm and be please with my performance.

'You sound and feel like you're really getting in to

this, boy; your hard little cock is dripping. Maybe

you'd like me to jack you off so you can cum, huh?

I moan deeply so my mouth will vibrate around his cock

and send him the message that I am desperate to cum.

Then I suck harder, bobbing my head up and down on his

dick, and massaging his balls with my hands. Feeling

the pressure on his cock, he grabs my

shoulders roughly fucks my mouth. He keeps pumping

away and lasts several minutes under my constant

sucking. Then I taste cum seeping from his cock, and

I know that he is about to unload massive globs in my

mouth. After one, deep guttural groan, cum begins

shooting into my mouth, and I swallow his sperm

moaning as it goes down my throat. He holds my

shoulders as he slides in and out of my mouth as his

cock continues to throb. When his spasms weaken, he

pushes me away.

I kneel in place breathing heavily from so much

exertion as he catches his breath. 'Cunt, you suck

cock better than anybody I've ever had. You'll going

to serve me for a long, long time. Keeping sucking me

like that and you won't suffer any beatings. You'll

just be my twenty-four hour cum-slut.'

My mind was spinning. I don't know whether to be

happy or scared to death. Here I am, bound and naked,

and being told that I will not be beaten if I continue

to suck his cock the way I have just done. I have

been held captive and forced to submit to ass fucking

and face fucking, and now he is seriously considering

keeping me prisoner for a long time. I felt a need to

be dominated long before this time, but I did not know

that I could be forced into doing what I have done

while being held by the officers. For now, I don't

seem to have a choice. He has power over me, and I

will submit or be punished. So, I say meekly, 'Sir,

thank you for the privilege of sucking your cock. May

I please continue to be your slave? And Sir, may I

please cum?' Then, showing my complete submissiveness

to him, I lean forward and kissed his cock and balls.

'I like your attitude, cunt. You are my slave, and I

like the way you suck cock, but I will treat you

anyway I want to, so get used to it.'

His words make me whimper. There seems to be no way I

can avoid his torments, no matter how well I perform.

I begin to think of ways of breaking free, or maybe he

will tire of dominating me. But then, he would

probably just return me to the others. And I remember

how they treated me. I feel hopeless and vulnerable

knowing that I have to submit to him.

He interrupts my thoughts by saying, 'Just to show you

I can be understanding, I'm going to let you cum, if

you do everything I order. Follow me. First, we are

going down to the basement where I have set up a

special place for my slaves. You're just one of many

to

pass through here, so I know when you see what is down

there, you will submit, and submit quickly.'

I trail behind him as the chain between my ankles

clunks on the wooden steps. A door at the bottom

opens into a dimly lit room. As I look around, I see

that one wall is covered with mirrors, and one with a

variety of whips, belts, manacles, hoods, and other

unknown torture devices. I shudder to think what can

be done to me in this place.

Turning to me, he asks again, 'You do want to cum,

don't you?' 'Yes sir, I do.'

Once the chains between my wrists and ankles are taken

off, he says, 'Get down there, on the floor, with you

hands behind your back and knees spread, wide.'

When I get down, my legs are not spread wide enough to

satisfy him, so he kicks them further apart. Then he

walks over to a darkened corner of the room and rolls

out one of his torture devices. 'I've got some

special furniture that will keep you right where I

want you, so I can enjoy myself. If you struggle, it

can be quite painful. If you don't fight it, then I

get what I want, and you'll escape the pain. Let's get

started. This is another variation of the outdoor

stocks, with a twist.'

After he opens the top rail of the stocks, I am

ordered to put my hands and head in the cutouts. Then

he locks the top rail down. With my head and hands

restrained, he locks my ankles cuffs to the legs of

the device. This time my body is not bent over as

far, but no less vulnerable.

'Now comes the part I told you about. Struggle and

you could experience a lot of pain and probably damage

your cock and balls.' He attaches a crossbar between

the uprights, and to it he attaches a steel rod with

an adjustable spring loaded ring clamp at the top.

Grabbing my cock and balls and pulling them away from

my body, he clamps the ring shut. 'This little devil

will make you stand still.'

He is right. The other restraints are mild compared to

this. I am standing flat footed and can move up and

down or side to side only by pulling on my cock and

balls. If he decides to whip me, torture my cock and

balls, or fuck me, I will not be able to resist.

'How does it feel to be totally controlled, CUNT?

When I let out a groan, he says, 'Just relax and

accept your predicament. It'll go a lot easier. And,

you'll get to cum.'

Adding to his total control, he covers my head with

cloth hood and draws the string tightly around my

neck. 'Now you can concentrate on feeling what I am

about to do.' Another groan lets him know I am

frightened. 'You sound scared, cunt. That's good. You

can yell as loud as you want because no, and I mean no

one can hear you anyway.'

The next thing I feel is a pair of hands on my cock

and balls, follow by a warm mouth encircling my dick.

I manage a low guttural moan. It feels so good, and my

cock hardens more with each stroke of the hand and

mouth. The mouth sucks and licks my cock and balls

bringing me closer and closer to cumming. My captor

is listening to me. As my

breathing gets shallower and moans turned to high

pitched whimpers, the mouth disappears. Only the

hands remain pulling on my cock and balls. The

feelings of pleasure turn to the pressure of having my

genitals pulled and squeezed.

Without warning, I feel the first sting of the whip on

my ass. I scream out in pain. 'Oh no, Please,

Please, Stop! Don't hit me. Please! Please! I'll do

anything.'

As he lands blow after blow on my back, ass, and legs,

I continue to scream, and he laughs 'You'll do

anything anyway, cunt. But go ahead, struggle and

scream. I like to hear slaves crying and pleading for

mercy. It just gets me hotter!'

Then all of a sudden he stops, and the mouth begins

sucking my cock again. It is still hard and my

screaming turns to moans and groans. My body burns

from the whipping, but my cock responds to the

sucking, and I feel like I am about to explode. The

hood is hot, and I am sweating and breathing heavily.

When I jerk toward the sucking mouth, the whole frame

moves. I cry a long, low growl as I try to get off.

But again the mouth stops sucking my cock, and I cry,

'Oh no, no. Please finish me. Let me cum! Please!

Please!'

Instead of getting a response, all I hear is the

cellar door slamming. 'Oh, no, I think. Is he just

going to let me stand here in frustration, not knowing

when or even if he will let me cum? With me unable to

move any part of my body including my cock and balls,

I am at his mercy. Should I scream? Does he want to

hear me beg, or does he want me to be silent? The

uncertainty upsets me, and I begin to jerk about

trying to free myself from this beast of a

contraption. After a few minutes, I know I will be in

this position for as long as he wants to leave me

here. So, I try to quiet my mind and ride out the

torture.

I lose track of time in the silence and the darkness,

but once the heat of the hood becomes unbearable, I

cry out again, 'Please, sir. Help me. I can't breathe

with this hood on. Please. I'll do anything you want.

You don't even have to let me cum. Please, come

back.'

When I shut up to catch my breath, the door opens. I

can't tell who is in the room, but I hope he has

returned to free me from this torture. As I hang in

the stocks, I feel the ringed rod around my cock and

balls being raised. The pressure forces me to raise

myself

up on the balls of my feet to relieve the pain. I

didn't know how long I can hold this position, so I

hope he is just testing my submissiveness. Just as my

legs began to tremble, the mouth covers my cock again.

As I tried to keep my balance and still enjoy the cock

sucking, my captor stands behind me, his naked body

against my sweat-soaked, naked body. He runs his hard

cock up and down the crack of my ass while he

encourages me, 'Hold on cunt. You can do it. If your

legs hold out and you don't rip your cock and balls

off, you'll get to cum in this slave's mouth before I

let him go. Then you'll get to replace him and be all

alone with me twenty-four hours a day.'

Tears run down my face inside the hood because I don't

want to be his slave, but I know he will not let me

go. And I am in agony. I can't hold my position for

much longer even though my cock is being suck. Then I

hear my moaning and groaning, and I feel my legs

shaking. The slow cock sucking is speeded up, and I

feel myself ready to cum. With one last guttural

groan, my cum starts spurting into the slave's mouth.

Feeling like my head is going to explode, he just

keeps sucking until I am dry. When he pulls my cock

out of his mouth, it is still hard and aching, and I

slump, nearly ripping my cock and balls off. But I

have no strength left to fight, and I hang there

groaning until my tormentor lets my cock and balls

loose. Now, I can stand flat footed, but I am still

weak from the torture and cock sucking.

'Walking up to me, he rips off the hood and sneers,

'Here's the guy that just sucked your dick.' As I

stare in to the eyes of another man, all I can do is

whimper. 'Now you owe him, and he gets to do anything

he wants to you before he leaves. You won't have to do

any work. He'll get what he wants while you just hang

there. When he's done with you, I'll be back. I'm

going to burn my brand on your ass like the others and

then fuck your brains out.' Patting my cheek, he

says, 'Have fun CUNT.'

When my captor leaves, the slave turns to me and spits

in my face. 'First I fuck your ass; then you'll clean

my dick with your mouth and suck my cock until I cum

again.' Stepping behind me and grabbing my ass cheeks,

he laughs, 'Your ass is cold, slave boy. I need to

warm it up before I fuck it.' Walking back to face

me, he lifts up a wide leather belt to my lips and

said, 'Kiss it.' When I do, he slaps me in the face

and moves behind me.

I can hear him swinging the belt in the air before he

hits me. Then the first blow lands forcing me to cry

out. 'Oh god No! Please don't!' Then he hits me

again and again without pausing until I plead with him

to stop. 'Oh, please, please, stop. I'll do anything

you want. Please, please stop.'

He gives my five more hard stinging swats. 'Now I'm

going to fuck your ass. Showing me no mercy, he lubes

my ass hole with his fingers, grabs my hip, guides his

cock to my ass hole and then rams his cock in, up to

his balls. I cry out in pain and fright. Grabbing my

other hip he slides his cock in and out of my ass

grunting and groaning with each stroke. I am locked

into the torture device and cannot move. He fucks me

and fucks me and fucks me until my cock begins to get

hard, and I start groaning along with him. Sensing

that his fucking is making me hard, he grabs my cock

and starts pumping.

'Slaveboys who get hard while there getting fucked are

kept around here for a long time. You enjoy being

fucked by a man, so you'll be kept as his slave for a

long, long time. And your tight, skinny ass makes for

a tight fucked. You've already sucked his dick, so

you know how big it is. Wait until he fucks you up

the ass. You'll be screaming for mercy.'

I am forced to listen to all this while I am being

fucked. Yet it won't be over even after he cums in my

ass. I will have to clean his cock and then suck him

until he cums again, no matter how long it takes. He

fucks my ass and pumps my cock for a long, long time.

Then I feel him moving faster slamming his thighs

into mine. He shouts at me, 'Start counting the

strokes, cunt, out loud until I cum in your ass.

'One, two, three, ...ten, fifteen.'

The he slams his cock into me one more time and cums,

hard , holding himself against my ass and filling my

ass with his hot cum. I feel him spurting cum and his

cock throbbing. He stands against me for several

minutes gently pumping my dick but not letting me cum.

I pleaded, 'Please let me cum. I need it.'

'Sorry slave. He says when and where, not me or

especially not you. You'll have to pay for and suffer

every time he lets you cum. Remember that.'

Still I try to force a load of cum from my balls, just

to get the relief I desperately need. Feeling my hard

cock, he pumps faster and lets me cum. I grunt and

groan as my cum shoots from my dick. 'Oh, thank you;

thank you.'

'You just better hope he doesn't find out, or we're

both in trouble. You know you're not done. I'm going

to take you out of this contraption so you can finish

your work on me.'

'Okay. I'll do anything. Thank you, again.'

He first unlatches the head and wrist piece, and as I

rub my neck and wrists, he unlocks my leg cuffs from

the uprights. I stand quietly for a few moments to

enjoy the sense of freedom, but then I drop to my

knees, reaching for his half-hard cock and licking my

cum off. Then I suck his balls. Once he is clean and

hard, I take his dick into my mouth and bob my head up

and down sucking him until he is moaning and groaning

again. I suck his cock for several minutes until his

breathing quickens and he grabs my head fucking my

mouth for all he is worth. I go along with him raping

my mouth, moaning

and breathing hard. Then with one last thrust, he

shoots his load into my mouth. I swallow all his cum

and hold his dick in my mouth until he is soft. When

he pulls away, he leaves the room silently after

patting my head. I lay down to rest knowing my

tormentor would soon return to fuck me again and

again.

 

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