Chapter 1: The Contest
I had a name once. I think it was Nate. But now it is slave, faggot, whore, cum bucket…The list goes on…
Ever since I can remember, I have always been the pleasing type of guy. I remember looking at the young jock boys in my high school and thinking to myself what I would give to get the chance to suck their cocks as they spit and insult me? But no matter what I wanted, I felt like I could never peruse my kink. I was always too afraid for my reputation, my future. Everything seemed to be at stake in my eyes.
That was until I reached the age of 24 when I got divorced. I married young to a woman who was the daughter of my parents’s friend. Her name was Erika but after 2 years of marriage, I caught her cheating on me with my best friend Chris. Me considering myself to the public as a prideful man at the time immediately demanded for a divorce no matter how many times she apologised and begged for me to give her a second chance.
So there I was, alone in my apartment, feeling lonely, bored and most of all…horny as fuck. All of a sudden I found myself scrolling through a site named: “Who Can Be The Best Slave?” And it immediately caught my eye. I read what was described as a slave contest applied by MasterK22 which wrote:
“It’s the time of the month you horny slaves. One of you will get to be mine for a week if you do exactly as I say. Whoever accomplishes reaching my desires will be greatly rewarded. So what are you faggots waiting for? Apply now!”
I was shocked reading the message. I looked at that account’s profile and saw many messages like this one. I also looked at the comments under the posts:
“@MasterK22 thank you so much for the honor of choosing me as your personal slave. It was truly the best experience ever for a submissive cock hungry slut such as myself. Hopefully I’ll win again and get to be with you many more nights, my master.”
Another one read: “I still got marks on my back and ass from the amazing whipping @MasterK22 gave me and I loved every second of it. None of my boring boyfriends dared to have their fun with me the way he did. Thank you, Master for your merciless whips, insults and amazing ass and throat fucking. Won’t ever forget.”
And there were many more comments like these. From just reading them I could feel my cock getting hard. Temptation controlled me and I sighed for the contest.
I got into a group of 20 other accounts including THE MasterK22 in it. The top message was from him: You’ve got ‘till tomorrow at 10pm to send me a photo of you faggots that would make me want to jerk off to it. Go wild!
The message was sent a few hours ago. I couldn’t believe I was actually considering this. Sending him a photo of me that will make him jerk off? It’s some dangerous territory. Who knows what he could do with these photos? But all the comments were: Right away, Master!
How come so many people were so blinded by him? My curiosity got the better of me. I had to know. I had to experience this. Doing something finally for me and my desires to try and win MasterK22’s favor and maybe even be his slave. My imagination went wild.
I never experienced any type of BDSM before, I only hard regular vanilla sex with my ex wife and just the thought of being close to do that excited me so much that I decided to not care anymore. I don’t have a wife. My parents are still not speaking to me because they blame me for my divorce saying that I should have seen Erika cheating on me coming because I didn’t pay enough attention to her. My only friend was Chris and I completely stopped talking to him obviously. And I hated my job at the coffee shop so I really didn’t give a shit about anything other than MasterK22.
So I decided to send him my photo. But I knew I had to be smart about this. So I thought to myself what would this kind of man would jerk off to? Like really jerk off to and feel satisfied after cumming wanting more?
I then remembered that my ex wife forgot some of our dog’s stuff when she took him with her. I went inside the drawer and found one of his old collars. I stripped to my underwear, made sure to shave and I took a picture of myself half naked wearing the collar. I hid the side of my face and wrote in the caption: "I'm ready for you to be my first master, @MasterK22.”
I sent him the picture late at night. I waited all day for a response but nothing came. At 10pm, I logged in and I couldn’t believe my eyes to what I saw. There were no 20 accounts in the group anymore. There was only me and MasterK22.
“Don’t think you won my favour just yet, slave.” He sent me. That was when I knew I was about to enter a new path in life. “Tell me what must I do, Master?” I typed and sent without a second thought, finally understanding what I was born to do.
