Abducted Straight Stud

Sex without pain 

is like food without taste

My name is Steve. I’m 29 stand 6’,4” weigh in at a muscular 220# with blond hair and sky blue eyes. Big enough no sane person would mess with me. I’m not bad looking. Some use the phrase “eye candy.” I played football in high school and college, got into weights and body building. I got a degree in architecture. I work for a small firm and like my work, boss and colleagues. I date and play the field. I like variety. I never get turned down even for sex. I get hit on by guys as well, but I’m straight as they come. No pun intended.  There’s a gay guy at work, Matthew, who’s dying to jump my bones, but I just tease him. He‘s cool. I’ve even gone out for beers with him. He likes to introduce me as his boyfriend lol. Anyway I can claim to be open minded as I have a friend who’s gay!

I work out at a gym and usually go in the evening. One night as I was leaving I was trying to unlock my truck, but the clicker wasn’t working. Probably needed a battery or something. As I was getting ready to put the key in the lock a van pulled up like right next to me and the side door was open. These guys grabbed me and I literally fell into the van. One guy put a chloroform cloth over my face and I passed out.

When I came to I was in a cage with bars in the back of the van. One of the guys said to another guy “I think he’s coming around.” I muttered something like “What the fuck.” One of the guys said “Hey are you awake?” I was only minimally conscious. The guy said “Sorry for the cage but you looked dangerous. Feel free to rattle the cage if you want. Superman could probably bust out, except for the kryptonite.” He said if I was thirsty there was a bottle of water next to the cage and help myself if I wanted a drink. The guy sounded nice enough, but I was his prisoner ...

I felt for the bottle and found it. It was cold and I was thirsty. I guzzled the cold water. There was an odd taste to it. It was drugged and soon I was out again. The next time I woke up I was In a cargo hold on a plane. My shorts were wet and I assumed I peed myself. No one was there but I was thirsty and there was a bottle of water just outside the cage. 

I wondered if it was drugged, but I was so thirsty I tasted it and it seemed ok so I drank some. This time I didn’t pass out and after what seemed like a long time we landed and my cage was loaded onto a truck by guys speaking a foreign language I didn’t recognize. 

I spoke to them in english and french but they didn’t respond. I was taken to a warehouse and unloaded. One of the kidnappers said they wanted to take some pics of me which seemed odd to go to all this trouble to take some pics.

They said they would let me out of the cage, but the room was secure and they had stun guns so don’t try anything. They opened the cage and I crawled out and stood up stretching my muscles. One guy was taking pics with his phone and told me I smelled bad and to take my t-shirt off. Almost without thinking I did and he said to stretch some more. One dude whistled and complemented me on my hot muscular torso. Now it was dawning on me.

They led me over to a set that was kind of a bedroom and bathroom, but in a corner that was open on two sides to the larger room. One guy directed me to the bathroom sink and asked if I wanted to shave. I felt my neck and had a two or three day beard. So I shrugged and turned on the water. 

There was shaving cream and a razor. It struck me that the shaving cream wasn’t a new can and in fact looked like the one in my bathroom at home. The razor was certainly mine. It had been a gift from my dad when I first started shaving. Weird. They probably ransacked my place. It was certainly thoughtful of them to take my razor and shaving cream. My mind wandered over the valuables I had at home. I noticed the Rolex one of the guys was wearing.

I shaved my face while they took pics. When I finished one guy asked about my chest, “Do you shave your chest?” 

“I don’t usually but I have on occasion.” He said it would look better shaved. Cool. I shaved my chest and he said I may as well do the abs and stomach while I was at it. I’d gone this far may as well.

When I finished he said I looked good, but my shorts were soggy and smelled like piss - maybe I should shower. I hesitated. The guy’s taking pics and now he suggests I shower. “Dude you got your pics but I don’t want nude pics on the net. ”Oh they’re not for the net. Just for my private collection. You are soo hot man.”

No doubt. Really. I conceded “You can watch but no pics ok?” 

“Sure” the guy said. I had stripped naked in countless lorckerrooms ever since junior high and never felt self-conscious. There were other guys around but not an audience. More weirdness as I slipped out of my shorts and undys. I turned to the shower and the guy asked if I ever trimmed my pubes. I’m blond and not that hairy but I had trimmed there a few times. I said not usually. He said I would look better trimmed up. I wondered who would be seeing me naked that I had to look better for? He said there’s a clipper there on the sink, use that. 

Oh well, I picked it up and began to trim. It didn’t have one of those blade guards that you can leave a certain length and I asked if they had any. The guy said I didn’t need any, just shave it down to the skin. I had agreed to trim not shave totally. The guy was clicking away with his phone. I covered my self with my hand and said no pics.

The other guy said don’t mind him just shave. It was more an order than a request. He added “Most guys prefer to do it themselves, but perhaps you’d rather we did it?

I preferred to do it myself and continued my trim. When the pubes were gone he told me to do my cock and nuts too. I didn’t argue. It would look better, right? Then he said to get underneath behind my balls. I had to put my foot up on the crapper and dangle my junk for em in order to get back there. My cock was 4” soft and didn’t go unnoticed by the photographer. I teased him by standing at bad angles. He’d move one way to get a shot and I turned the other way. 

Then the other guy who seemed to be in charge, took the clippers and told me to bend over the sink. I hesitated. I knew why and hoped it was only to trim. I bent over and he told me to reach around and spread my cheeks. He shaved my crack. I had no idea if it was hairy or not, but I’m sure it would look better, right? He told me to put one foot up on the crapper cuz I didn’t get everything underneath. He finished up for me. He put the clippers down and I began to put my foot down. He said to keep it up.

The guy taking pics wanted to get a close up of my hole. Geez what fuckin pervs. Then the guy started feeling it. Oh fuck. I was afraid of this. He felt the outside then applied slight pressure. If I wasn’t humiliated already, I sure was now. His finger slipped in a little and he moved it around a bit just enough for me to feel him. He spread it a bit for the photographer. Ripe eh? 

He pulled it out and reached around front and felt my cock. He rubbed his finger in some remaining shaving cream and slicked my cock with it. I was shocked that I already had a semi, but he jerked my meat to a full erection nine and a half inches. I couldn’t help it. Chicks had jerked me but I never had a guy jerking me off, except my own hand. Once I was boned he returned his now slick finger to my ass hole. It slipped in quite easily despite the fact that I had clenched my hole in an effort to resist the invasion.

He said I felt like a virgin. I was. He and the other guys cuffed my wrists to towel rods on the sides of the sink. They put a rope around my neck and pulled my head down to the faucet. I was bent over for easy access. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like this. He said I could be a real man and resist in which case it could be very painful or I could submit in which case there would be some initial pain but that would subside and then be quite pleasurable. 

He said he preferred fucking a real man resisting, fighting it and screaming. The vid would be alot hotter too, but it was up to me. He lubed up his cock and added more lube to my hole. I didn’t resist his finger. “I guess you’re going to submit, eh stud?” I didn’t respond. I wanted to resist but it was inevitable. I didn’t want to submit, but I didn’t feel like a hero. He said to say it. Tell me you submit. Say it or I bury my cock to the hilt. If you tell me you submit I’ll go slower.

I said it, “I submit.” It was barely audible.

He corrected me, say “I submit sir.” Louder like you mean it fag.

I shouted,  “I submit sir!”

His cock entered me. He went in slow but it still hurt like hell. His cock forced my sphincter open. He was splitting me in half. It was incredibly painful and I screamed.  I could feel every centimeter of his manhood. He was using me like a chick, fucking me like a cunt. He acknowledged the pain, “That’s just your cherry popping. Once its gone you’ll love it.” Somehow I didn’t believe him. 

I remembered a few girls from high school whose virginity I had taken. They wanted it but getting a virgin was true virility. Now it was my own virginity being forcibly taken, raped. I had submitted to him. I knew what it meant. I could feel his fat cock impaling me deeper. I’m 9 and a half hard but he felt even bigger. I remembered seeing a pic once with a guy on an impalement pole in medieval times and the pole went in his ass and out his mouth. That’s what it felt like. I screamed.

He kept going in, deeper and deeper. He would withdraw a bit then go deeper into my depths. I could feel the invasion. His dick didn’t look that big but it felt like a monster ripping me in two. Finally I could feel his pubes on my ass. He was in. All the way in. He began to pull out slowly. Then suddenly he slammed back in hard. I screamed. He pumped in and out, in and out over and over. He was owning me. I had submitted and was getting owned. I was no longer straight, I had taken a cock in my ass. And I had submitted.

Once I accepted that fact it seemed to hurt less. Now he was pumping his cock in and out. I couldn’t believe there was a pleasure to it. The pain was nearly gone and it felt good, like a massage in my hole. I panicked that he was turning me gay. I was a straight dude into chicks. I had a cock up my ass and I was beginning to like it. I clenched my ass and he told me it felt good and to squeeze his cock as hard as I could. He fucked me harder. The harder he fucked the more I liked it. I caught myself begging him to fuck harder. He had made me a fag.

After 20 minutes or so I felt him cum. His hot lava flooded my hole. It was like a volcano erupting in my guts. I moaned with pleasure and I came. He was pulling out, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted his cock buried inside me. But no sooner did he pull out and another guy entered me. The guy had been right. I was craving cock. 5 or 6 guys gang banged my hole and I loved it, especially the bigger ones. 

I think each guy did me at least twice, a couple went three times. When they were spent, they put a thick leather dog collar around my neck and then released my wrists. They took the rope off my neck and put a tight padlock and leash on my nut sack. Then he led me back to my cage by the leash. Cum was leaking out of my hole and running down my leg.

The guy who was taking all the pics was raving over his new iPhone. I had just got the new Pro Max in midnight green the new color and coincidentally this one was the same model and color. I hadn’t even activated it yet. The guy told me how hot I was and showed me the great pics his new phone took. He took a vid of my cherry busting. You could hear me screaming and then the part I begged the dude to fuck harder. He fast forwarded through most of the gangbang. As he departed he said it was gonna go viral. He was going to put it online. I was totally fucked.

They left me there quite a while. I’d say more than a day, day and a half. No windows, totally dark. No food, but a bottle of water. Nothing to pee or poop in. Finally one of the dudes came in to check on me. I asked if the plan was to starve me to death. He said no and maybe he would give me a nutrition bar. He said its not a steak but there’s all you need to maintain your health and physique, with little or no waste. Food was to be considered a reward for cooperation and I needed to earn it. He told me to jack off in order for him to give it to me. He told me to catch my cum in my hand and eat it for extra protein.

I didn’t like being used in this way. I had never jacked off on command or did it while another guy watched me perform. I felt like a trained seal but I had nothing better to do and I was hungry. I complied. When I was hard he told me to stand against the bars with my hands behind my neck. He played with my nips and jacked my hard-on. He told me in the future I would be required to suck cock and get fucked. If I cooperated they might turn the heat up a bit at night or give me a can to pee in.

I noticed the Rolex on his wrist. I asked if he was getting rich doing this. He said he was getting by. I told him I had a Rolex just like the one he was wearing. He grinned like the cat that ate the canary and said there are occasional perks.

The next day some guys came to check on me. They asked if I ever sucked a cock. I hesitated. I didn’t know if I should lie or tell the truth. My hesitation gave it away. I confessed. When I pledged a frat in college I had to suck cock. In fact the pledges had to suck all the brothers and swallow. If we scratched a guys cock with our teeth or missed even a drop of cum we had to do everyone perfectly til we got it right. Most of us were totally inexperienced and had to do it twice. Some pledges quit. I sucked cock.

The guy said I understand it’s like riding a bike. Once you learn you never forget. He pulled out his cock, stuck it through the bars and told me to get busy. I sucked all the guys dicks and swallowed their cum. I got a nutrition bar for my efforts. It didn’t satisfy my hunger but they said it was just cuz my stomach was used to less efficient food and it would get used to it.

That memory triggered another from my college days. I was dating this gorgeous chick. She was a little older, but gorgeous and rich. Her father owned an NFL team. As it turned out she had a kinky side too. After a night out drinking we came back to her place to do the nasty. She started pouring shots. Then told me to strip down to my underwear while she changed. I was just a horny college kid so of course I did as she said. 

She came back in black leather carrying a riding crop. She had an open leather vest covering her big tits, tight mini shorts and black heels. I was totally freaked. She was sooo hot. She stroked my crotch with the crop and my cock jumped I was soo boned. She told me to ditch the undys. I did as she said and I stood in front of her naked and throbbing. She swatted my hard-on with her crop - hard. She told me to kneel and lick her pussy through the tight shorts. Then she ordered me to get down flat on the floor and kiss her shoes. I did it. She walked around my body feeling me up with the crop. 

When she was behind my ass she told me to spread my legs. She told me to pull my ass cheeks apart and she felt my crack and rubbed my hole with her crop. She put the handle of the crop in my face and told me to suck it like I was sucking cock. She told me to get it nice and wet. When she pulled it away I felt it at my ass. She was raping my ass with the handle. It didn’t hurt but she was pushing it in deep. 

She told me to hold it in. If I let it slip out I wouldn’t get to fuck her pussy. She ordered me to get up and follow her. I felt like I had a tail. We went upstairs and she took me in a dark room where this naked jock was tied spreadeagled ass up. She told me I would have to earn her pussy by fucking the dude. She wanted to watch two dudes fuck. She warned me again not to let the crop slide out. I didn’t want to fuck a dude but at this point I wasn’t going home with a strike out. I fucked the dude who turned out to be my team’s varsity quarterback who was angling for a spot on her fathers team. 

While I fucked the dude she fucked me with the crop. She pulled it out and replaced it with a huge dildo and continued fucking me with it. Then she swatted my ass with the riding crop urging me to fuck him harder. He loved it. I came in the dude. Then she laid face up the between the dude’s wide spread legs using his ass for a pillow. She told me if I could get it up again I could fuck her as long as I could keep the dildo in my ass. I had no problem getting it up again and fucked her silly. She loved it. When she finally pulled the dildo out of my clenched ass she said I could keep it as a memento. In fact I was to have it in my ass any time we went out or fucked.

A day or two later several guys came in and asked if I wanted some company. A couple of the dudes went over to the bedroom set and put a black leather bedspread over the bed. They put the leash on the padlock on my nut sack and led me over to the bed. They told me to lie on my back and stretch my arms to the corners. They attached restraints to my wrists then jacked me to full 9 and a half erection. 

When I was at full mast they pulled my ankles up to the wrist restraints so my hole was up and unprotected. One guy greased his fingers and pushed em in my hole. I was ready for the pain but it didn’t hurt. Since I hadn’t resisted he asked if I was submitting. I replied “I submit sir.” He told me to beg for his cock. I begged for him to fuck me.

Good he said. He complemented me on being a hot fuck. He told me they were selling my pics and vid online and I was quite popular. I remembered that one guy at work was gay and enjoyed checking out the gay porn online. I wondered if he’d seen my pics yet. I knew he would totally get off on em. There was a few gay guys at the gym who liked to check me out on the sly, but never came on to me. They would like em too. I figured sooner or later someone would tell the cops since I had so suddenly disappeared. I also wondered if I wanted to be rescued. Then I was distracted by the guy impaling my ass with his cock. He just rammed his cock in past my sphincter. I couldn’t believe how I was craving another gangbang. I didn’t scream, I moaned in ecstasy.

When they finished they took me back to my cage and said they’d be back later with a customer, maybe several customers and I should do whatever they wanted. The guy gave me a nutrition bar. He said if I didn’t get top marks from the customers I won’t be fed again til I was half dead. I was getting it. I was to be a whore for these dudes and fucked by paying customers.

The guy said he’d give me some tips. It’s in your interest to make the customers happy - very happy. They’re paying primo cash for your hot muscle bod so don’t hold back. Each guy needs to get off your ass thinking it was the hottest fuck he ever had. The better you take care of our customers the better we take care of you. Any complaints and you will regret it. “Do I make myself clear?” “Yessir” I replied.

When they returned with a customer, my hands were cuffed behind my collar and I was led to the bed on a leash. The customer was older, heavy and hairy. And probably rich. He produced a pair of tit clamps and put em on my nips. That was a first for me and my moans of pain were quite real. They hurt like a mutha. 

I writhed on the bed and the guy swatted me with a riding crop. No shit that brought back memories. He played with me 30 or 40 minutes then lifted my legs over his shoulders and fucked me with a small cock. I moaned like it was a 12 incher. It was over in no time as he shot in my ass. He loved my bod but he was pissed he came so soon.

When the guy left my minder came in and douched me in the bathroom. He put me back on the bed, then brought the next customer in. Older guy heavy and hairy. He fucked my mouth and I swallowed his cum. Then he fucked my ass and took longer since he unloaded in my mouth already. His cock was smallish too a little fatter and uncut.

Customer number 3 was younger maybe mid 40s not as heavy but still pretty hairy. He jerked my 9 incher while he fucked my ass. He really liked my big dick. When he came I shot my load on my chest and abs. He liked that we came simultaneously and he fingered up my cum and fed it to me.

And so it went 6 customers all seemingly satisfied. I figured my bod got alot of credit for turning them on from the get go and I followed through by feigning enthusiasm and pumping out a load of hot jock cum. Cumming 6 or 8 times in a row was the hardest part.

I occasionally thought about the possibility of being rescued or escaping. The local cops back home certainly wouldn’t be looking on the other side of the globe. They didn’t have the resources to give raises to the cops they had. As for escaping naked and padlocked into the streets of a strange city in a strange country; well the odds of success weren’t good. If I did escape or be rescued what would I have to go back to. I assumed my mortgage had been foreclosed. If I asked for my job back what would I tell them, I took some time off to be a male whore? Presumably I had been replaced anyway. Maybe the gay guy got my job. He’d of rather had my ass.

I was also aware that I was liking the friendship of my keepers even more and for the grateful customers I serviced. They weren’t blessed with my good looks but they all just wanted an hour of hot man sex and passion. I was putting out for the customers and given a mat and blanket. I wasn’t freezing. I had access to their gym and worked out with a few of the guys. Most of em fucked me regular and we enjoyed a certain comrodery. I didn’t miss the bar scene and come to think about it I really didn’t mind the sex with guys. So chicks weren’t an issue. What guy wouldn’t want a job with all the sex he could handle. I guess I had grown into my new career.

Back home my colleague Matthew did come across some pics of me online and reported it to the FBI. They were able to determine they had been taken with a new iPhone 11 which came out around the same time I went missing. They had determined that I had ordered a new iPhone, but didn’t find it in my ransacked house. It took a while to find the original source of the pics, but eventually they did.

The Raid

Some weeks or months later, our building was raided. I was taken to the US Embassy and questioned by the FBI. Everyone else was arrested. Within 2 days I was back in the USA. My gay colleague, Matthew, did get my job and a new guy was hired to take his spot. My former boss was sympathetic but didn’t have enough work to hire me back. He referred me to another firm and said he would recommend me. He also pulled out his wallet and gave me $200. My first impulse was to get down on my knees and give him head, but I restrained myself. I just said Thank you sir.

Matthew saved my mortgage from foreclosure by paying up the late payments I missed and he eventually moved in because he couldn’t afford his rent as well as my mortgage payments. He said he would move out as soon as he could find another place to rent. I told him not to because I had no job and no income. I told him he could rent from me plus he could fuck me if he was still interested. Matthew used to go to the gym with me and I barely recognized him. He really looked good and had become friends with the other gay guys at the gym.

I told him I would pay him back for the cash he already laid out and pay half the mortgage payments as soon as I got a job. He felt guilty about getting my job but I was gone... I told him I was glad he got it and I was grateful he was able to save my home. I told him I would do anything he wanted in bed. He was into that. He surprised me when he said he was into BDSM now and he wanted me to be his sex slave, he wanted to own me. A slave had a master who owned him, so Matthew made it explicit and locked a collar around my neck. Matthew got my job, I signed over the house and now my body. He owned my muscular chest, my hard pecs, my hot ass and my big hard cock. 

He told me to go naked in the house and to maintain a hard-on at all times. I was like a living sex toy. It was hot. I had been the alpha male before and now my gay friend owned me. He told me to strip, pose for him and erect my cock. I obeyed. He told me to clasp my hands behind my neck and to always assume that posture in his presence. He told me to lay down on the couch with my head in his lap. In that position, he felt me up. My cock remained erect and bounced up and down as his hands roamed over my muscles. Matthew pinched and twisted my nipples. He was gentle at first but got more and more rough. He was really working em twisting and pulling harder and harder. My head tossed from side to side.

Matthew pulled open a drawer in the side table and took out a pair of tit clamps. He put em on my nips and screwed em down. They really bit into my nips hard. Matthew pulled the chain til they snapped off. I yelped in pain. Matthew put em back on my nips and gently pulled on the chain til they snapped free again. I yelped again. My hands were still clasped behind my neck. I wanted to protect my sore nips but Matthew told me not to move my hands. He restored the clamps to my nips. He pulled em off again and again. I was moaning, but I was accepting his torture. My cock was dripping pre. Matthew said I was making a mess. 

He reached in the drawer again and took out a jumper cable clamp. He put it on the head of my cock. ARRRGGHHH! It hurt like hell. I had all I could do to keep from moving my hands to my tortured cock head. My body involuntarily writhed. Matthew pulled on it and twisted it inflicting even more pain to my precious manhood. Then he took it off but only for a moment. He reattached it just below the head. The pain wasn’t as bad but it still hurt. I began to see another side of Matthew. His sadistic side. He had become a torturer and he owned me. It was only the beginning. Matthew used the jumper clamp to manipulate my hard cock. He jacked me with it, he pulled my cock with it, he twisted it. It cruelly bit into my hard shaft. He moved it back to my cock head and tortured me more. My cock was his pin cushion. 

Matthew took a pair of handcuffs out of the drawer. He told me to sit up a bit and he cuffed my wrists to the back of my collar.

I thought of no other part of my body he could hurt more...., except...  I didn’t even want to think it. He read my mind. He moved the clamp down to my right ball. I screamed. It bit cruelly into my nut. I could barely hold still. Matthew took another clamp from the drawer and put it on my left nut. My pain doubled. Then he reached into the drawer again and took out a third clamp and put it on my cock head. I was screaming and their bite was constant. Matthew pushed and pulled the clamps. He twisted and pulled. I begged him to stop. Matthew reached in the drawer again and took out an awl. He showed me the sharp instrument. He asked if I wanted to trade clamps for awls. I shuddered at what he might do with the awls. No please I begged. He began to touch my cock and balls with the awl. I could feel the sharp point against my cock head, against my shaft on my nuts. O god. Give me strength I prayed.

I could feel the point of the awl on my cock head. I could feel slight pressure. O god no. I could feel slight penetration. The point had pierced the hard flesh of my cock head. I could feel it going in. It hurt so bad. It went in more. I dared not move. He pushed hard and it went all the way through the head of my cock. iiiieee I screamed and writhed. The movement of my body made the pain worse. I tried to hold still, but it hurt so bad. Matthew took another awl. He touched the point to my right nut. I pleaded and begged for mercy. I could feel pressure from the point on my ball he pushed harder and it penetrated the tender flesh of my sack and into my nut. iiieee I screamed. He pushed it through. iiieee - Matthew took a third awl and did my left nut. I think I passed out. Matthew attached wires to the awls and shocked my cock head and nuts. I was screaming and writhing.

Matthew was yelling at me to wake up. He shook me and slapped my face. My eyes popped open. My head was on his lap and he was holding me. He said I was dreaming. There were tears running down my cheeks. There were no clamps or awls on my junk. No wires and no handcuffs. Matthew just smiled at me and said I was safe with him. He would protect me. It was so real, but it was just a bad dream, just a dream.

When we went to bed, I discovered that Matthew had installed restraints to the corners of my bed. I was still a bit upset because of the dream. Matthew told me I had to trust him. He told me to restrain myself beginning with my ankles and then my wrists. He watched as I placed myself in bondage and spreadeagled my naked muscular body before him. Matthew told me he thought he was having a dream. It was a dream he had had ever since he first met me. He said I was the hottest guy he ever met and he couldn’t believe he now owned such a hot hunk. He said he loved me and I believed him. Why else would he have saved my home from foreclosure. If not love it was an act of true friendship. I was repaying him with the gift of my body. I knew he had lusted over me for years. If Matthew wanted to love me I would love him. My body was his. If he wanted to hurt me I would accept the pain. I just hoped it wouldn’t be jumper clamps and awls in my junk. Tit clamps, belt,, no problem.

He traced my body with a riding crop, giving me a swap every now and again. He wanted to see me writhe and struggle against the bonds. I knew I was at his mercy and I knew he wanted to hurt me. He swatted me harder and I yelped. He put paper clamps on my nips and I writhed and struggled more. I could not escape the pain he imparted on my powerful body. I had no choice but to accept his ministrations. 

He wanted to dominate me and I had submitted to him. Soon he released my ankles and repositioned them under my wrist restraints. My hole was exposed and vulnerable. It twitched with hunger. I needed cock. I needed Matthew in me. Matthew entered me and he felt like a god. My hole took him hungrily. He fucked me hard and came three times. He fell asleep with his cock still in me. Sometime during the night he released my ankles and slept on top of me. His body felt good dominating mine.

He used to go to the gym with me, now I accompanied him — on a leash. He introduced me to his gay friends, the guys who used to check me out on the sly. They couldn’t believe Matthew now owned this straight hunk. Matthew told me to strip and pose for his friends. He ordered me to erect my cock, flex and fuck air. He told his friends they could feel me up if they wanted to. He told them they could have their way with me while he worked out. They felt me up, played with my hard cock, fingered my hole and eventually fucked me against the wall of the shower. 

Matthew enjoyed the hell out of his friends having so much fun with his straight muscular slave. I was happy they got so much pleasure out of using my body. I loved it when Matthew fucked me but I missed the daily routine of getting fucked over and over by strangers. Half the time we went to the gym I spent with some guy’s cock up my ass. We had weights at home but Matthew enjoyed showing me off at the gym and letting different guys fuck me while he watched and lifted. He said working out was more fun with the entertainment I provided. 

We renovated the spare bedroom into a BDSM playroom with a St Andrews Cross, stocks, a rack and other bondage gear. Matthew liked to tie me spreadeagled on a frame. He liked to put paper clamps on my nips and then whip me. The paper clamps hurt like hell but never failed to make me bone up instantly. His whippings were not too bad as he never broke the skin, but there were welts and I struggled and screamed from the pain. He liked to use a belt on my chest and torso as well as my hard cock. He liked to whip my hard-on until I came. 

One day Matthew put me on the rack and stretched out my body. In that position he pierced my nips and installed small padlocks a bit larger and heavier than luggage locks. He put a chain between them. Then he put a block of wood under my junk and put my hard cock on it. He took a large nail and inserted it about 3 quarters of an inch in my urethra, angled it down and hit it with a heavy hammer. The nail pierced the underside of my cock and effectively nailed my hard rod to the block of wood. He called it a Prince Albert piercing. 

He left me on the rack, cock nailed to the block, while he went to Home Depot. When he got back he had a heavy Master lock with a boron alloy hasp that couldn’t be cut. He pulled the nail from my cock and replaced it with the hasp and locked it. The lock was big and very heavy. When he released me from the rack and I stood up I could really feel the weight pulling on my cock head. I was sure the lock would hang below the leg of my shorts. 

 A short chain hung between my nip locks and Matthew could attach a leash to it for use in public or to the lock in my cock in more private settings. I had never gone to gay bars. There weren’t any where we lived but there were some in a larger urban area about 2 hours away. 

Matthew took me there some weekends and liked to show me off in the bars. He would lead me by the nip chain when not in the bars, like out on the streets during the day. The usual position of my hands was clasped behind my neck. When we were in the bars he attached the leash to my erect cock. He not only showed me like a prize bull at a county fair, he let guys feel me up, jerk my cock, pull on my nips and finger my ass. Sometimes he would let some rich guy come back to our hotel and have his way with me.

Matthew whored me out a bit but we lived in a small town and there weren’t alot of customers, but I was able to make a little cash to help pay our bills.

The U S Attorney wanted to throw the book at my friends/captors, but I refused to testify against them. The Prosecutor said I had Stockholm Syndrome in which a prisoner befriends his captors. I guess I had that but I still wouldn’t testify. As a result he could only press minor charges and they got modest sentences. There was a flurry of newspaper articles about my case. Television too. That didn’t make my job prospects any brighter. The interviews I got weren’t for architecture but I made the mistake of telling the interviewer that I would do anything to get the job. Anything usually ended up getting fucked on the couch and a promise to call me. One older firm owner didn’t even offer me a seat. 

As I stood in front of his desk he told me he had read the stories about my “little escapade”. He was convinced that I had been in on it from the get go. I told him I wasn’t; that I was straight then. He didn’t believe me and told me to strip. I obeyed. I was wearing a suit and I removed the jacket, tie and shirt. He had me come stand next to his chair and he felt me up. He especially liked my muscular chest and nip locks. 

He opened the waist button on my slacks and fondled me through mu undys. Of course he felt the heavy Master lock and told me to get out of my pants. I stripped the rest of the way and my cock was nearly hard. He pulled on the lock and jacked me to full erection but my 9 and a half inch cock only pointed down because of the lock. 

He told me to kneel and suck his cock. As I did it he called his partner in to meet the guy he was interviewing. The partner wanted a blow job too then they took turns fucking me. The guy promised to call me. He actually did call me but for a second interview. The second interview covered the same ground as the first but I demanded $500 up front and another $500 if his partner wanted some.. He began calling every couple of weeks. I did get some additional calls for sex too, so I made a few bucks that way.

One weekend when we were down in the big city, Matthew ran into a guy he had met before who was in a BDSM club. The guy, whose name was Phil, invited Matthew to the next meeting 3 weeks hence. We decided to go and when we got there, Phil had a slave with him. The guy was big. Prolly 25 6’,5” and 250# built like a brick shithouse with blond hair and blue eyes. Just Matthew’s type. Phil said the slave’s name was Gregor and had only been in country for a few weeks. He had been captured from the Russian military in the Ukraine and Ukraine needed cash more than prisoners. He spoke almost no English. He had a big uncut Russian cock and a recently deflowered cunt. He needed to be restrained at all times and held securely. He wore an electronic slave collar that could zap him like a stun gun and put him down for 10 or 20 minutes.

The blond hot hairless Russian was strung up shirtless by his arms. He wore only levis that were barely supported by his narrow hips. They sagged below his shaved pubis and showed the root of his cock. Guys were feeling him up and digging into his levis to grope his big Russian manhood. He didn’t like the male attention. He writhed and struggled, but was helpless. There was no escaping the dozens of hands feeling his naked torso. Hands felt his hard pecs and fingers twisted his eraser nips. His ripped abs and his flat stomach were pawed by the fingers and hands that engulfed his body.

Phil used him pretty roughly since he was so big and military, but he had to be forced to do anything. Phil Was going to pierce him just like me, nips and cock and that would make him more controllable. Phil wouldn’t go near his mouth with his cock. He said the guy would bite it off and swallow it whole just like a starving dog. Phil said he was a great fuck once you got him properly restrained, but it took six guys to do it. They were going to do it later in the evening once some of the bigger members arrived. Phil asked Matthew if his slave might like a gang bang too and Matthew said I would love it. I would. In the mean time I was stripped, tied to a pole and displayed for the group.

Once the meeting got started Phil told the members that he was going to pierce the Russians nips and cock. He had a couple big dudes hold him as still as possible while Phil pierced his right nip. The Russian cursed in Russian and struggled mightily. The same with his left nip. Then they poured some alcohol on his nips and the guy freaked. Everyone was afraid he would break free and kill everyone. Fortunately he eventually calmed down. 

Then they put a heavy stool between the Russians legs with a chopping block on top of it. Phil laid the huge Russian cock on the chopping block then inserted a heavy nail about 3 quarters of an inch into the urethra. Then he angled it down and hit it with a hammer. The Russian freaked again knocking the stool over. His cock was nailed to the heavy chopping block and it dangled from his big dick causing even greater pain. The more the Russian struggled the more pain he caused his dick. Since they were done they just let him struggle and curse. It was a dance of pain and everyone cheered, hooted and applauded. 

Soon the Russian just slumped in his bonds and the show continued. When they finished the program, Phil inserted small padlocks in the Russians nips with a chain between them. He pulled the nail and replaced it with the hasp of a heavy Master padlock just like mine.

During the meeting of the BDSM Club they had demonstrations of different things you could do to your slave. Mostly cock and ball tortures. Some of them reminded me of my dream. For some time it had been creeping into my consciousness and I would get hard thinking about it. I had never really told Matthew the details, but I told him I thought we should experiment with some of the things they demonstrated. I told him I got hard watching the cock and ball tortures. He said he did too and if I would get into it he was in. 

I told Matthew I liked the idea of sharing it with an audience like here at the BDSM Club. I suggested that he could volunteer me for demonstrations. He said that might be good since he had little experience at it and he would learn how to do the tortures without killing the slave in the process. I readily agreed and we both laughed.

One day later in the week we were at Home Depot looking around and picking up some items we needed. Matthew had me on a leash connected to the nip chain. I was only wearing an old torn t-shirt that showed more than it covered and some small flimsy shorts that my cock lock hung out of. We happened to walk past jumper cables. I picked up a pair and put em in the cart. Matthew said you only needed those up north if your battery froze. I simply said they’re not for the car. Matthew looked at me funny and shrugged. 

As we looked for anything else we needed this hot clerk approached us and asked if we needed any help. I asked him if they had any chrome washers. He said they did and led us to chrome washers. I picked out 2 about the size of a quarter. Matthew asked me what they were for. I told him for under the locks in my nips. They would pull on the nip and be a constant stimulation. I grabbed several more. I noticed the clerk push his cock down as he was getting a hard-on. I asked if he had any thicker ones. Like a half inch. That would really pull on my nips. The clerk suggested nuts. I said no for my nips not my nuts. The clerk was really embarrassed and said nuts like nuts and bolts. Ahh yeah lets look. I took a couple.

The clerk asked sheepishly if we needed anything else. I asked about awls. He took us to awls and I took a half a dozen in various widths. I looked at Matthew and he just said “I’m not asking.” 

Again the clerk asked if we needed anything else. I said I didn’t think so, but Matthew asked about vise-grips. Large ones. The clerk led us to vise-grips and there were some about 14” long. The clerk asked “Like this?” 

“Are these the biggest?” 

“Yeah, what do you need em for?” 

“For this slave’s nips.” 

Matthew handed the clerk my leash and proceeded to put one of the vise-grips on my right nip. I let out a yelp. Matthew put the other one on my left nip. I yelped again. I think the kid came in his shorts. Matthew asked if the slave could wear em thru check out. The clerk stammered “Yea go to register 5. He prolly won’t freak out” The clerk’s name tag said Justin and Matthew thanked him for his help. He took us to the proper check out and said his friend Chip would ring us up. Justin had retained the leash and led the way.

Chip was a stud too. Justin told him he said it was ok to wear the vise-grips out of the store. Chip restained a freakout and reached for the vise-grips to scan it with his gun. He pulled the vise-grip closer and Steve was awkwardly leaning over he counter. Then he had to scan the second one and pulled it closer. Steve was grimacing. The kid let go and the vise-grip swung back causing even more pain. Matthew paid with his credit card and said I don’t suppose you guys would like to come by after work to give us a hand with our purchases? They could barely speak, but Matthew wrote down our address and said just come by when you get off – work. I think they were getting off in their pants as we spoke. Matthew said “You’re both 18 right?” The guys were too agog to get the words out. 

As they approached the door a 30ish stud security guard was checking receipts. He noticed the tags still on the vise-grips and asked if we paid for em. He pulled the vise-grip and Steve up close so he could read the tag and compare it to the receipt. Then he checked the other one. As he did so his knee felt the lock on Steve’s cock. “What  you hiding under your shorts?” he asked. He pulled the leg of the shorts up and took hold of the lock in Steve’s cock. “How in hell you fuck with this thing in your dick?” He pulled on it and Steve sprung a huge boner. Matthew said it was for safety. “You see how fast he gets boned. We gotta lock him up or he’d fuck a tree if it had a hole in it.” 

The Security Guard called his supervisor and told him Steve had a Master lock hidden under his shorts. Matthew protested that it wasn’t hidden it hung out the leg and was clearly visible. The Supervisor asked where I got it and I told him I bought it here a month or so ago. He told us we had to go to the Security Office to be searched. We went with him and the Guard accompanied us as well. We were told to strip. We did and there was only Steve’s lock that was suspicious. The supervisor asked how I paid for it and I told him credit card. He asked for the card and was able to pull up the previous sale on the computer and saw the Master lock on the receipt. 

He said they had to do a cavity search and if there wasn’t anything else they would let us go. The Security guys bent us over the desk and searched our asses with their cocks and when they came they traded asses and shot another load in our asses. They were satisfied that we weren’t hiding any other merchandise and said we could go and no charge for the cum in our asses. We got dressed and left the store. 

When we got in the car Steve had a smirk on his face and I said “What?” He said he didn’t know I got fucked, but I took both cocks without a whimper. Well you did moan a bit. lol I told him my quarterback in high school got my cherry. He also said his roommate in college used to fuck him too. But when he started working out with me he started dreaming of fucking my hot ass. Unfortunately I was straight so he fucked some of the gay guys at the gym. 

“So you’re saying I made you a top?”

“Yeah pretty much.”

“Fuck!”

“I used to plot in my mind how I could rape your ass. One time I even tried to get you drunk so I could take advantage of you when you passed out.”

“As I recall you passed out and I had to put you to bed. I took off all your clothes. I discovered your ropes and loosely tied your hands and left my calling card in your ass. 

You were pissed cuz you were passed out and missed it.”

“You’re an asshole!”

“Yeah, I’m an asshole just cuz your little plot backfired!”

We both laughed.

OK so I told you how I lost my cherry, but you never told me how you lost yours and went gay.

Well I was coming out of the gym and a van pulled up right next to me and the side door was open. They grabbed me and knocked me out with chloroform. I woke up in a cage. To make a long story short I was flown in a cargo hold to northwest Africa, as best as I know, and taken to an abandoned monastery. I hadn’t eaten in 2 or 3 days and they made me earn morsels of food. Like I had to strip, jack off, eat my cum, suck dick and swallow their cum and beg to get fucked in order to get even a bite of food. I didn’t want to get fucked and held out as long as I could but finally I told them I would submit and I was fucked. 

It really hurt at first, but after I got used to it, I liked it. Then they started whoring me to rich guys and that was pretty much my life until I was found. It probably wouldn’t have hurt so bad if you did me when I was passed out drunk. But you fucked that one up by being the one who passed out.  l o l  They recorded it on my iPhone and put it online, didn’t you find it online? I figured if you saw it you’d be pissed they beat you to it.

Justin and Chip pulled up around 5:30. Matthew told me to get the door. I was in my normal attire wearing only a hardon, well and my locks and collar. The guys almost ran, but they stood there frozen unable to speak or move. I said to come on in and assured them I wouldn’t bite. Matthew asked if they were old enough to drink beer. They nodded, we’re both 20 said Justin. Matthew told me to get em beers and invited then to have a seat.

Justin asked about the Security check. He said the guard and supervisor came down after we left with huge grins on their faces and told them if we ever came back to the store to call security immediately. We told them what happened and they both laughed uncontrollably. Chip said “Well I guess we won’t be seeing you guys at the store again.”

Steve and I laughed,“Not til tomorrow. I think we’re going have a leaky faucet.”

Matthew said he bet they hadn’t had too many customers like us before. He said you’re probably straight and we’re not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Just chill and check it out. Matthew asked if the boys worked out and they said between work and school they didn’t have time for gym. Matthew asked if they liked looking at built guys. They admitted we were hot but never messed with guys before. Well this will be just between us. You can do anything you want or not. It’s up to you. Would you like to see the slave flex his muscles? Yeah they would. Matthew told Steve to flex for the guys. Steve obeyed. The guys never saw such a muscular stud flex up close and naked. They were totally boned.

Matthew said you can touch him if you want. Steve moved right up to the guys and they felt his muscles. Matthew said they were free to touch him anywhere they wanted even play with his cock. As they did Matthew asked if they ever saw one that big and the guys said even their dads weren’t that big. Matthew told the guys that being so big and hot Steve liked it when others played with his body. He liked being a slave and he evey liked pain. Matthew told Steve to clasp his hands behind his neck. Then he told the guys they could slap his cock. They did a little. Matthew said to slap it hard. Matthew took a leather belt and slapped Steve’s cock with it. Steve groaned but held his position. Matthew offered the guys the belt and said if you can make him move I’ll give you $50. They each tried several times and Steve held his position. You could tell he felt it by the grimace on his face.

Matthew said ok which one of you is the strongest? Chip was. Matthew said to squeeze his balls. Chip was a bit shy but he tried. OK punch em. Harder. Nothin. Matthew said I’ll tell you a secret. He’s really Superman! The guys both laughed and were beginning to lighten up.

Matthew said OK, remember the vise-grips? They came off on the way home from the store. I want you guys to put em back on him. Matthew told Steve to kneel in front of the guys and gave em the vise-grips. OK one at a time. I bet he screams this time. Justin went first cuz he saw Matthew do it in the store. Justin put the vise-grips on Steve’s right nipple. Steve let out a yelp. The guys laughed. Then Chip did the left one. Steve yelped again. Matthew told the guys that a guys nipples were very sensitive and asked if they ever had anyone play with their nipples? The guys looked at each other and said no. You can actually control a slave by his nips. 

Remember in the store I had a leash on Steve’s nip chain. Matthew clipped the leash to Steve’s nip chain and told him to get down on all fours. Justin you get up on his back and Chip you take the leash and lead him around. Justin got on and Chip led him around. Steve went wherever he was led. Matthew said they could take him outside for a walk if they wanted. They took him out and walked him down the block then traded places and Chip got on his back and Justin led. Halfway back Steve crawled up to a fire hydrant, sniffed it, lifted his leg and peed. Chip said he was glad he didn’t poop too!

When they got back Matthew asked if they were still OK. They said they were. Are your dicks hard? They were. Well lets put the washers on his nips. I took off the vise-grips, opened the padlocks, put a washer over his nip, pulled it out a bit and put the lock back in place and put the chain over the hasp. I relocked the padlock and asked Steve how it felt. He said its like your pulling on my nip all the time. It makes me hard. We did the left nip the same way.

Do you guys remember all the stuff we bought at the store? I got the bag and the boys pulled the items out. I told them that everything was for torturing Steve’s powerful body. Pick an item and guess what we‘re going to do with it. They picked out the jumper cables. Steve put those in the cart and I told him we didn’t need those here cuz it doesn’t get that cold. He told me they weren’t for the car, but he didn’t say what they were for and I didn’t ask. You guys guess but you have to ask Steve cuz he picked em out.

“Are they for your nips?”

“That’s a good guess, but that’s not what I had in mind. What’s the most painful place you could put em?”

“On your nuts?”

“Yup and my hard-on.”

“No way dude.”

“Way!  I’d make you a bet but I’m gonna have to be in the right mood to do it cuz its gonna really hurt my junk.”

Next they selected the awls. These are probably not for your nips cuz your nips are already pierced. You gonna use em on your cock and nuts too?”

“Yup. ”

“O god you’re fuckin nuts dude.”

“You guys can tease me a little if you want. You each take one and prick my junk just a little. See if I can take it.”

The guys each took an awl. Steve stood with his hands clasped behind his neck and the guys lightly pricked his junk. Steve got raging hard and Chip pushed the point into Steve’s cockhead. Steve screamed but held his position. Chip did it again this time on the bottom of Steve’s shaft and he screamed again. Justin pricked his right nut and Steve screamed. Then he did the left nut. Matthew intervened, well what do you think? I told you he’s superman!. Chip asked if I had any kryptonite? I bet then he’d be hurtin. Matthew said he was thinking about putting Steve's cock on a chopping block and nailing the awl through his cock with a hammer.

“O fuck said Justin that might hurt.”

Yeah I want him pretty well restrained. Speaking of restrained let’s take him in the bedroom. Matthew told Steve to get on the bed and restrain himself. The guys couldn’t believe Steve would put himself in such a vulnerable position. Matthew said just the look of his hot muscles turns me on big time. I can do anything I want to him and he has to take it. I can make him cum by swatting his cock with a belt. Steve’s cock jumped and he actually shot a few drops of pre out of his throbbing cock.

Do you guys know what edging is? Its when you’re just about to cum and you stop. Then when the moment passes you start up again. I do that to Steve to get him ready. So I want you guys to work on his nips and suck his cock but don’t let him cum. When he’s begging to get off we’ll surprise him OK? The guys went to work on the hot restrained stud. They edged him for almost an hour. Matthew put a pillow case over his head. He put a finger to his lips telling the guys to be quiet. Then he showed em the jumper cables.

No shit the guys mouthed. Matthew opened the jaws and let them slowly close over Steve’s cockhead. Steve screamed and writhed. Then he came! Matthew told Justin to pull on the paper clamps on Steve’s nips and he told Chip to pull and twist the jumper clamp. Steve screamed. He struggled against the bonds but to no avail. Justin pulled hard on the paper clamps on Steve’s nips and Chip tortured Steve’s hard squirting cock. Steve began to beg for mercy but Matthew shook his head no. The torture continued and within minutes the muscle stud was shooting another hot load. Matthew motioned with his hands to keep going. He put jumpers on Steve’s nuts and new pain ripped through the muscle studs body. He pulled on the wracked balls and twisted the clamps. Steve shot another load and collapsed.

Matthew said to stop but leave the clamps in place. We’ll make him beg. Steve begged for them to remove the clamps and fuck him. Finally the guys all stripped and gangbanged Steve’s hole. They all agreed it was the hottest fuck of their lives. 

After the guys left and we retired, Matthew was tired and wanted me to service him. I made love to his hot body licking and nibbling his nips and working my way down his hard smooth torso til I got to his cock. I gave him a blow job and took him deep in my throat. When he shot his load I swallowed every drop. Then when he got hard again I got on top of him and took his cock in my ass and rode him like a cowboy. Since he already came it took a while to get his second load, but he eventually shot deep in my ass. We rolled onto our sides and fell asleep with his cock in my ass.

When my friends did get out of jail, they wanted to continue to whore me out and I wanted to do it. Matthew didn’t want me to do it, but I couldn’t find a real job. Matthew relented but said I would still be his property and he wanted half of the gross earnings, plus my ass would be his whenever he wanted. 

My friends said a gay attorney told them to rent me as a model and charge modeling fees. $100 for a half hour clothed, $300 for an hour shirtless; $500 for an hour nude and $1,000 for 2 hours of explicit sex or BDSM. That way we couldn't be charged with prostitution. The area we lived in was too small so we moved to a larger urban area about 2 hours away. We rented an old building in a bad area and we set up some sets for photography. We also set up a web site and before long we were back in business. The site had a cage cam that showed me in my down time. They charged $1 a minute to view the cam.

Since I was the new meat in town, we were an instant success. The cops wanted to bust us but the modeling cover worked. The DA couldn’t bring charges.

We had a whole new set of wealthy clients. Mostly older dudes, but it seemed kinkier as well. They liked me face up with my wrists restrained widely. I was still in great shape and my clients liked working on my muscular chest, hard pecs and sensitive nips. They liked making me scream from their torturous ministrations. They liked biting my nips and whooping my torso with a crop. They liked punishing my hard-on with a belt. I was seeing 15 to 20 clients a day and my balls had a hard time maintaining production. Someone told my friends about a drug from Africa that would put my sperm production into overdrive. With it I needed massive hourly milkings. If I built up too much cum, my cock would just erupt on its own, even when I was asleep. My balls grew to golf ball size.

We began collecting my excess cum with an old milker we got from a dairy farm. We bottled it for cum addicts and sold it to my johns on the side. Out of towners could order it off my website. We also set up a drive thru for really fresh shots. In the morning it came with free coffee. Matthew missed me but visited about once a month and I was earning give or take $50,000 a month. Matthew set up a special account for me and only needed a small amount for my half of the mortgage. What junior architect makes that kind of cash?