Gowl's Fantasy

by Gowl

19 Aug 2017 4054 readers Score 7.9 (42 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


**Note for readers: This is a series I will continue to be working on alongside another series and several short stories. This series will focus on my darkest kinks while surrounding the story of a master/slave relationship. This first chapter will focus on introducing the characters and you'll find it to be kind of short, the following chapters I will work hard to make sure are decently lengthed. Please leave reviews with your opinions and/or thoughts on where you would like to see this story go. I'm filled with ideas, but I'd like to make this series multi-sided instead of based solely off of my thoughts. Enjoy...


Part 1:

Jake, a tall 19-year-old brunette, was one of the best players on his team of professional collage baseball. The reasoning for this, he was always challenging himself to be better, stronger, faster. Even when a season of one of his sports he played in college came to an end he'd still be pushing himself. Jake was also passing most of his classes, except algebra, and was working constantly at making sure his grades never got in the way of sports. Jake found himself a math tutor, a man named Steven Boiscotch, a 24-year-old black haired also very tall. They'd work together every weekend to help Jake improve.
Jake and Steven were pretty good friends. In return of the tutoring, Jake provided his own tutoring of how to pick up chicks in college.

Jake was just finishing up practice for his big game the following night. He found himself in the locker room just walking out of the shower when his exhaust from the long week finally began to hit him. Still almost naked with just a towel hiding away his meat he sat on a wooden bench table that was placed up against the wall to rest. Jake began to doze off into a deep sleep, while this occured his dick grew to its throbbing point of 8 long inches. He didn't think much of it as he hadn't fucked anyone recently or even had the time to stroke himself off, but he was too tired to attempt anything to help himself in this given moment.

The next time Jake's eyes opened he found himself in a different place then before. Panicked, he looked at his surroundings to find Steven in the driver's seat of his pick-up truck going someplace. The second thing Jake noticed was that he was shirtless. Worried, Jake began to look down and feel his crotch to find himself wearing only a white pair of underwear over his still throbbing cock.

"What the--Did you--" Jake began, confused at the situation.
Steven giggled, "Don't worry man, we all have wet dreams. Just be glad I found you and not... Someone else."
"How did you-"
"I know you always practice until you're too exhausted to practice more before a big game."
"Where are we going?--Where's my clothes!?"
Steven giggled again, "Back seat. Was struggling to get you dressed so I just put on some underwear to hide your s-ehem-parts. I'm just taking you home, no need to thank me."

Steven and Jake arrived at his house, and Steven helped Jake get to his bed where he instantly passed out. Steven smirked at the presentation he had been provided. For the past several months of tutoring he began to like the body of Jake. He wanted Jake so badly, but he knew he couldn't just flat out tell Jake. Steven watched Jake with his hard dick, drooling over it he began to grow in his jeans. Steven began to wonder what Jake might be dreaming of. Was it him? Was it Angelica, the girl Jake had been non-stop talking about for the past few weeks? Whatever sort of wet dream Jake was having was making it impossible for Steven to stand and watch. It was time to put his plan in motion. The plan that he had been building up ever since he saught eyes on Jake. It was time to begin phase two.

Steven slowly slipped his rather large hand down the white underwear he had placed on Jake to feel his rock hard cock. "Mmm..." Jake moaned in his sleep. The moans caused Steven to almost go insane. He was fighting the urge to rape Jake right there, but it wasn't the time nor the place. Steven flipped the underwear to allow Jake's throbbing cock to escape. Fuck it was bigger and hotter then Steven expected. Cut, you could see a few vains. Jake really needed to take a load off, but again Steven was not ready. The setting had to be just right, so Steven picked Jake up and took him there...

Part 2:

The sex dungeon was designed for slaves to be kept captive for the long term. Filled with items to break in, torture, and please any man. Along with strange looking toys, and the standards for any dungeon. Chains, leather restraints, wooden X's, milkers, plain collars/shock collars, dildos, a bed with leather sheets, a leather couch, a wall with metal cuffs, a closet containing clothing items for both a master and slave, and so much more. Steven held onto a lot of wealth due to the fact his father owns the collage, he tutors, and trains and sells slaves all the time. His specialty, however, was in his kinks. Steven had been building the dungeon for several years while collecting and selling slaves, each boy brought him a new interest, and he had high hopes that he would find Jake to be the ultimate kink bringer, seeing as he's never owned a straight jock before.

Jake began waking in the nearly empty dungeon, besides the toys, tools, and machines. At first everything felt like a blurry dream. Jake began to realize this was not where he remembered he was. He began to panic and squirm, but to his surprise could barely move due to the restraints around his arms above him, head, stomach, and each leg. He was able to slowly piece together this was not a dream, and began screaming for help. Suddenly a door opened then quickly shut before any noise could escape the room. "Morning sunshine," the voice of Steven echoed across the room.

"Where the fuck am I?" Jake begged.

The dungeon was silent. Jake began to try and move his head to see where Steven was and what he was doing, but it was impossible to fight against the strong medically designed binds holding him down.

"Come on man this isn't funny!" Jake screamed.
"Relax," Steven began, "save that energy for your training later."
"What the hell are you talking about? Let me go!"
"You're going to be trained on how to be the faggot slave you always knew you were." Steven said, presenting himself in nothing but socks.

Jake began to act disobedient and made a face of disscust at Steven. Steven ignored him and began stroking Jakes dick, making it throb and beg. Steven guessed it had to have been weeks since Jake last got off and planned on showing him what obedient slaves could receive if they're good enough. The second Jake got fully hard Steven began to deep throat him. "Come on man, I'm not gay! This is fucked up! HELP!" Jake screamed only to be accompanied by his balls being squished and pulled.

"No one can hear you and no one will care that you're gone so you might as well shut the fuck up and take the pleasure I am giving you before the only feeling you'll ever receive is pain, you got that?" Steven expressed aggravated.

Jake got quite the second his balls were released as his eyes filled with terror. He wanted to believe this was all just part of the wet dream he was having, and hoped Angelica would pop out of nowhere to release him and get herself fucked. Steven continued to suck and stroke as Jake began moaning and thrusting with pleasure. Steven put a hand under his lips to start stroking Jake to increase the pleasure. Jake couldn't believe the feeling of the intense blow job he had been receiving. His moans became "oh fuck"'s as he attempted to thrust further into Steven's throat. Jake then tried to put his hands on Steven's head to only be yet again reminded of his current situation.

Jake began to get very close. Right before he was going to shoot Steven stopped. "I haven't given you the right to cum slut, nor will I anytime soon!" Steven stated as he quickly pulled out a toy. "This will keep you on edge for a few hours while I go tutor Raymond. Maybe ask if he'll want to fuck your boy pussy after too." Steven said as he set the milker up at just the right speed to bring Jake enough pleasure to get close but be unable to finish then left.

"Please, I want to cum!" Jake expressed several times through the hours hoping yet again his little crush would show up and free him like in several of his wet dreams. The blowjob felt intensely tender being handled by the milker. There was enough latex and lube to tear at his skin on his cock leaving Jake hopelessly begging for more.

by Gowl

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