Becoming Slave 172
by Tombscreen
7 Jan 2024 6170 readers Score 9.4 (47 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
Chapter 9: Please, Sir!
The Story So Far:
After being convicted on trumped-up drug charges, straight boy Noah has been sold into slavery. His new owner, Master Ross, has begun moulding his property into his ideal cock-sucking, piss-drinking slave.
If it wasn’t bad enough being whored out to Master’s best friend, Josh, the last chapter saw 172 being forced to suck the cock of his own former best friend, Lewis. After using toys on the slave’s hole for the first time, it was left on the edge of release before being forced to watch Lewis & Master Ross have passionate sex.
Its mental transformation into slavery is nearly complete. Just one milestone remains…
DAY 6 of SLAVERY
Exhausted, aching and bruised from the previous day’s use & abuse, 172 was awoken the next morning from a deep sleep by the now-familiar sound of the padlock being removed from the door to the steel cage.
The slave groggily opened its eyes and shuffled to exit the cage and perform its morning duties for its owner, but as it looked up, Master Ross was nowhere to be seen. Instead, 172 was looking up at the virtually naked, twinky body of his former best friend Lewis, who had spent the night in Sir’s bed.
Dressed only in a jockstrap that was straining to contain a growing bulge, Lewis smiled down warmly at the slave as it stretched after crawling out from the tight confines of the cage.
“Good morning, buddy! Ross has gone out to grab us some breakfast, but he told me all about your morning routine, so he’s asked me to keep you occupied for a while,” he declared, rearranging the bulge in the jock as the meek slave crawled towards him.
“Please, Lewis, I really…”
“I know this must be pretty awkward for you, dude”, Lewis cut him off, “but neither of us wants me to have to report you to Ross, so let's just stick to the plan. You’re a cocksucker now, mate, so stop trying to hide your new role and just own it”.
With that, Lewis lowered the front of his jock, stepped forward to meet the slave kneeling before him and pointed his cock directly at his former friend’s mouth as it tentatively opened to accept it.
Between the slave’s head bobbing motion and Lewis’ hip thrusts, the pair soon built up a rhythm. Lewis was much gentler with 172 than Master Ross had been lately, but it wasn’t long before Lewis’ primal instincts began to get the better of him.
“Aw, fuck yeah. Seriously, dude, you were fuckin’ made for this. I can’t believe you made me wait a whole year for you to suck me off.”
Lewis began to steadily increase the pace, taking the sides of 172’s head between his hands and forcing it to move faster on his dick as the spluttering slave struggled to keep up and avoid any tooth contact.
And before 172 knew it, Lewis withdrew his throbbing member from the boy’s mouth and plastered its face with his load, rope after rope of cum landing on its defeated face as Lewis struggled to get his breath back before chuckling at the site before him.
“Haha, that suits you, mate. I think we should leave it till Ross gets back so he can see what a good cumdump you are”.
Squatting down to be on the same eye level as the slave, Lewis continued: “I fucking hope he lets me have a go on your other hole once he’s done with it. An ass that good needs plenty of filling. I honestly think this is the best thing that could have happened to you, 172”.
Lewis deliberately stressed every syllable of the boy’s new name to emphasise that it was no longer his friend Noah, just an item of property. Lewis stood and retrieved his phone to take a picture of the slave’s face, covered in cum, before heading for the dungeon’s bed to chill out until his new lover returned.
It wasn’t long afterwards that Master Ross descended the steps into the cellar to find Lewis, still in just the jock he’d borrowed from Ross’ collection, reclining on the bed watching videos on his phone, while 172 knelt beside the bed, head down.
He’d received the photo from Lewis (as had a few of his & 172’s mutual friends) and hurried back from the shops to get in on the fun. Lewis had already taken care of Ross’ boner that morning while the slave was still sleeping, but the Starbucks he’d downed while he was out was ready to be recycled.
“Hey sexy, hope it didn’t cause you any fuss”, Master Ross gestured to the slave before tossing the tinfoil-wrapped bacon sandwich to Lewis.
“Nah, I think he was secretly getting into it. His little nub was twitching the whole time”.
The slave’s cheeks were now burning red with embarrassment as it maintained its head-down stance, staring into the middle distance to avoid facing its tormentors. It had felt its cock trying to stiffen in its cock cage, but it had hoped Lewis hadn’t noticed.
“If you think it likes cum, wait till you see this…”, Master Ross declared as he grabbed the top of the slave’s head, forcing it to look up as he undid his zipper and fished out his cock.
“Open wide, boy”
172 did as instructed. Knowing what was coming next, the slave closed its eyes in shame and waited for the foul-tasting liquid to hit its tongue. But instead, the slave was jolted back to the moment by a firm slap across the face from its Master.
“New rule, 172. Whenever someone uses you as a urinal, you make eye contact, and you maintain it throughout. You should be grateful you get to drink my piss every day. I want to see that in your eyes”.
“Y… yes, Sir”, the slave replied, barely louder than a whisper, as a single tear ran down its cheek. But as its owner raised the tip of his semi-erect cock back to its lips, it yet again felt its cock fighting to harden.
“Good boy.”
Those words again. 172 hated every minute of the humiliating, degrading tasks it was being subjected to, but fucking hell, its owner was hot.
As it stared into its owner’s piercing icy-blue eyes, it barely noticed the acrid liquid filling its mouth, swallowing to keep up with the flow without even consciously thinking about it. The hold this captor had over it was getting more intoxicating with every day that the slave was denied its own sexual release.
Once Master Ross’ stream subsided and came to a stop, he shook the last droplets of morning piss onto the slave’s tongue, and he swore he heard a subtle moan from the boy as he withdrew his cock.
“You want a go, Lew?” Master Ross inquired of last night’s conquest, who was now sitting up in bed mesmerised by what he had just seen his former friend do.
“Fuck, hell yeah!” he replied, leaping from the bed to his feet and dispensing with the jockstrap he’d been wearing. Swapping places with Ross, his cock was fully hard by the time it reached the boy’s lips and emptied his bladder into its waiting mouth, its jade-green eyes looking up at him pitifully.
After emptying their bladders, Lewis and Ross settled back onto the bed to eat their breakfast, leaving the slave to slurp its cold, runny gruel from its dog bowl on the concrete floor. When it finished, it was told to set about tidying up and then kneel in the corner as the superior men relaxed on the bed, watching funny videos and making each other laugh until Master Ross’ boner eventually returned.
Rising from the bed, he instructed the slave to get into position on the fuck bench while Lewis went to retrieve some dildos from the dungeon’s cupboards to resume the slave’s training from the previous evening. Once in position, Sir secured the boy with the bench’s straps and began to lube its hole, teasing it for several minutes before eventually slipping in a finger to open up the slave’s hole and massage its prostate.
When Lewis returned with the dildos, Sir repositioned himself in front of the slave’s face for a blowjob as Lewis took over training the boy’s hole. Lewis had selected a larger dildo than the previous day, albeit still smaller than the real thing. Within a matter of minutes of being fucked by the toy, the boy’s pathetic cock was as rock hard as its cruel steel cage would allow and dripping precum like a leaky faucet.
While they toyed with the boy, Lewis & Ross talked about their sex the previous night. Lewis effused about how great it felt being stretched out by Ross’ huge tool and how amazing it felt being pumped full of hot cum. Master responded by describing how Lewis’ great tight hole felt to fuck, and how there was no better feeling than breeding a submissive boy. Between the talk and the sensations, 172 had been worked into a horny stupor, right on the edge of an orgasm but never able to make it happen.
Eventually, the slave let out a huge moan of horny frustration, the vibrations tickling the big dick still embedded in its throat, prompting Sir to withdraw his cock and ask if the slave had anything he wanted to add.
“P… ple… please, Sir”, the boy meekly stuttered
“Please, what, boy?”
“Please, may I be allowed to cum, Sir? Please! I really need to…”
“Good boys don’t get to cum”, Master cut the boy off mid-sentence, “but maybe there is a way we can get you some relief, boy. But you’re going to have to ask very nicely…”
172 couldn’t believe what it was about to say, but it couldn’t bear being edged by the pair anymore.
“Please may you… fuck me… Sir…” the boy asked, barely a whisper.
“I don’t know, I’m having fun as we are. What do you think, Lewis? Does the boy deserve to be bred by its superiors?” Master playfully enquired.
“It definitely doesn’t deserve it, but maybe… just maybe… if it were to beg”, Lewis replied.
Master Ross retrieved his phone and squatted to be at the slave’s eye level as he opened his camera app: “What would you like to say to the camera, boy?”
The slave knew what it needed to do. As confidently as it could manage for such a request, the boy declared, “Please may you fuck me, Sir. My hole belongs to you. You deserve a tight, virgin hole to breed, Sir. Please take my virginity, Sir. Please, Sir!”
By this point, Lewis was howling with laughter at how pathetic the slave sounded as Master Ross struggled to keep a straight face while slowly stroking his cock.
“OK, boy, if that’s what you really want…”
The slave nodded vigorously as Master Ross stood back up and grabbed a tripod for his phone camera to capture the upcoming milestone. He had decided before he even bought the slave that it was essential his property beg to be fucked for the first time as the ultimate reinforcement of its new place in life.
While Master Ross set up the camera, Lewis took his place squatting in front of the slave and gently stroked its cheek. “I’m so proud of you for accepting this, mate. You know this is right, don’t you? You were born to be a cumdump, it’s taken a while, but finally, you’ve found your calling in life. I think you should be really, really proud of getting to serve real men like this”.
Lewis stood as Master Ross approached the bench, his cock rock-hard and throbbing as he lubed it up and took his position behind his slave, gently pressing the tip to the pink hole.
“Countdown from 3, boy”
“Yes, Sir. 3… 2… 1… Aaarghh”
The boy groaned as its owner pushed forwards, slowly but surely embedding the first few inches of his cock into his owned property before pausing to let it get used to the feeling. The toys had offered some preparation, but they were no match for the girth of Sir’s shaft, nor would they be any match for its length when he eventually got balls-deep a few moments later.
As the boy got accustomed to the feeling of its owner filling its hole, he thought again about what Lewis had said. Master Ross was objectively an incredibly sexy man; more than that, he was kind, funny, and intelligent. He could have any man he wanted, any slave he wanted, and anybody would be lucky to have him. But he’d picked Noah. Fate had conspired to lead him to this bench, in this dungeon, at this moment.
As its owner gently began to take long, slow thrusts in and out of the slave’s newly christened pussy, for the first time, 172 felt like it belonged here. Whether its enslavement was fair or not wasn’t important; it had been for the best. It had given the boy a purpose for the first time in its life.
It decided to focus on savouring the new sensations coming from its ass. It would be fucked thousands of times more throughout its slavery, but it would never feel as visceral as this first time. As Sir picked up the pace and thrust ever deeper, the pain slowly turned to pleasure as the boy’s eyes rolled back in its head and its mind melted into a puddle of horny disassociation.
For over a quarter of an hour, Master Ross kept himself on the edge of blowing his load inside his slave. Honestly, it felt so good that he could have busted in under a minute if he had wanted to, but this would be one of the most significant moments in his slave’s life; he wanted to make sure it was done right.
But he couldn’t hold it off any longer. With an almighty grunt, he shoved his cock as far as he physically could into his slave’s peachy ass and unleashed his load, rope after rope of hot gooey cum.
The slave could feel the beefy cock pumping away deep into his guts. The only cock that mattered in his world anymore. And with that thought, his own locked cock finally unleashed its pent-up load for the first time since enslavement. With the boy’s mind so focused on its owner and with no stimulation of his own cock, the boy barely felt any orgasm at all as its cum dribbled from its cage, just a feeling of complete contentment at having served its purpose for its owner.
As Master Ross withdrew his cock and wandered around to where the slave’s head was resting, he showered the boy with praise before squatting down in front of his face and passionately kissing the boy on the lips.
Standing back up, Sir presented the slave with his cock to clean. Completely undeterred by where it had just been, the boy opened his mouth and took in the slowly softening shaft, gently worshipping it with its tongue while it felt Lewis entering it from the rear.
As Lewis thrust away into the new cumdump, Sir’s cock began to again stiffen in the boy’s mouth, and 172 found itself being spit-roasted by the two men for the next half-hour, occasionally swapping places. Several loads later, when they were finally exhausted, Master Ross slipped a butt plug into the boy’s creamy hole before heading off upstairs to take a shower with Lewis, leaving the boy to drift off into a dream still tied to the bench.
I’m really sorry for the delay in finishing this chapter, but I’m really pleased to bring you this conclusion to the initial story arc of Noah’s enslavement and acceptance of his new life, written as a continuous story and set over the course of his first week in slavery.
From this point on, the story will shift to us dropping in on him at various points and milestones throughout the rest of his 5 years in slavery. I’ve got lots of ideas for this, but this is an ideal time to suggest anything else you want to see in the story in the future!