Leaving the hostel with my backpack felt strange, and most unfortunately, there was no refund for the five days I’d left there. A tight wallet wasn’t a rare occurrence in my life, and rolling with it had become second nature long before I’d learned that there was something other than my shitty hometown.
I pulled on my bag’s shoulder straps, wiggling my ass as the buttplug shifted, and made my way into the sinuous streets he now knew so well. The town was so tiny you could tour it in about thirty minutes. Flowers in clay pots splattered color on the street and old stone façades, and tourists in bright shirts parted to let me pass.
Sandals flip-flopped on the pavement, and as another group of people let me through, I sought refuge in the shade. A little overhang made of red tiles and surrounded by vines.
I took a breath. I could still change his mind, pull away from Dario’s magnetic presence.
It might all be play, but I feared the highs of submission would turn me into something lesser. I dropped his bag at my feet and sank down against a wall until my butt hit the hard ground.
“Shit,” I cursed, feeling my cock tugging at my reserves.
I bumped the back of my head into the stone, hard enough to hurt. But I found that my thoughts hadn’t changed. Running my tongue over my teeth, I rose back up and made my way to his gilded prison.
The salt of the sea prickled my skin, and the sun parched my face.
When I arrived, I felt in my pocket for the key Dario had given me.
Bold move, I thought, inviting a total stranger into your home without you being there.
What if I were a thief?
Sourly, I ascended the staircase and unlocked the door to the apartment Dario owned. Not much was different; the place was as tidy, this time illuminated by sunrays that filtered through the thin but expensive curtains.
I put my bag away in a corner and began to strip, as instructed.
A slave shouldn’t wear any clothes in his master’s home.
The words were a mantra that both punctured my gut and aroused me. My balls shrank into my crotch as my cock began to grow.
Be sure to kneel before I come in. I’ll knock three times.
A shudder ran up my spine, and as I took off my tank tops, I wondered if I should just kneel on the doormat already. Red knees would prove my worth, wouldn’t they?
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Strict and unapologetic.
By the second knock, I was already rushing to the entrance hall, and by the third one, I was already kneeling down onto the cold tiles. When the door opened, my heart skipped a beat, afraid that someone else might be passing by at that exact moment.
Fortunately, the only person standing in front of me was Dario himself, in beige pants and a baby-blue shirt with rolled-up sleeves, showing his tanned forearms.
I reacted accordingly, cock stiffening at the sight of him.
“My boy’s ready for more,” Dario said, locking the door behind him. “You made yourself comfortable as you were told. Perfecto.”
Dario walked by and didn’t spare another glance in my direction. In shame, I let my head fall and closed my eyes, sighing. I heard a thud, and then Dario’s accented voice summoned me.
Remembering what I’d been told before, I crawled to him, my knees digging painfully into the floor.
“Boy, boy,” he laughed, “You can walk, you know.”
“Sir, I thought…”
“Only during certain play sessions. I like different things. I don’t intend on turning you into a puppy. Even if I might make you wear some sort of mask for fun in the future,” Dario patted the space next to him. “Sit.”
I shyly sat down, making myself small and doing my best to resist the urge to hide my half-hard dick. As my butt sank into the couch, the butt plug pressed against my prostate. A shiver ran up my spine as Dario smiled knowingly.
“What do you expect from this?” Dario asked, eyes serious and dark.
“I-I don’t,” I sighed, “I guess I’ve always wanted to be bossed around a little. Getting my dick sucked is good, but…” my eyes averted his, “Being handled is hotter.”
“Handled?” Dario smirked, reaching for my hand and bringing it to his lips.
“Yes, s-sir,” I stammered, my throat tight. “Being told what to do, trained to be a good boy.”
My cock shot up, my exposed head swelling to its full size. It was a light pink, perfectly dry with a nice, round crown.
“You’ve chosen the right teacher,” Dario edged toward me and grabbed my face with both hands. “You understand that you can leave anytime.”
“Yes.”
“But you can’t quit when things get hard. The freedom to leave doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you. If you really want this, you’ll stay willingly. Even if I punish you hard enough to make you cry.”
I nodded numbly, lowering my eyes instinctively. “I understand.”
“That’s good. I know you can take a lot, so I won’t go easy on you. If a twink can take my training, a big buff guy like you can too.”
“You’ve… had a lot of boys, sir?”
“A few, all are special.”
I smiled. “Does it mean I’m special?”
“As long as you’re with me, you’ll be the most special guy in the entire world.”
My manhood hardened even more, and a drop of precum oozed out of my parted slit.
Dario scooped it with his thumb and stuck it in my mouth. I gratefully sucked on it and never broke eye contact.
“To make you feel even more special, I have a little something for you.” Dario rose from the couch and said, “You’ll love it, I’m sure.”
The collar Dario held in front of me was thick and black, and when he allowed me to touch it, I could tell it was made of high-quality leather. It smelled good, brand new.
“I bought it just for you.”
“You knew I’d come back.”
“I did,” Dario admitted. “I could see it in your eyes. Well, I’m lying. I hoped you would come back, and if you didn’t, it’d have gone to my next boy. But I’m glad it’s you.”
I traced the fine lines of the collar, felt the stitching under my fingers. The entire time, I remained hard, my abs clenching as I imagined myself wearing it like the subservient slave Dario planned to turn me into.
I lurched forward, my lungs unable to fill up due to the pressure weighing on my shoulders.
“Hey, Reece,” Dario said, sitting back next to me. “I won’t make concessions on the collar, or on the way I’ll train you. But I won’t push you too far too fast… Unless you ask me to.”
I gulped down my response; I wasn’t sure what to say to that. Goosebumps covered my sensitive skin. Everything was heightened in Dario’s presence. I was more aware of myself, my desires, and what I was willing to do.
With women, I was mostly in charge. I had to be careful; I didn’t want to hurt them in any way. But I wasn’t the one in control, and I was made to be resilient, and I could handle punches, so I surely could handle a harsh spanking.
Or dick.
My ass muscles clenched.
“I’d like to go slow,” I said weakly. “At first.”
“We will,” Dario kissed my neck, hot and domineering. “Today will be hard for you. I need to break you in.”
“Wh-what does that mean, sir?”
“By that I mean I’ll fuck you. Don’t worry, we’ll use protection. But first thing tomorrow we’ll both get tested, and then I’ll pump you full of cum.”
Dario stared at me without wavering, his gaze trapping me in a prison of my own making. I’d yearned for this, and now thinking of a big dick buried into me, of the pain it’d cause, only made me more excited. I felt dirty, but I wouldn’t deny myself. Not in a country where nobody knew me. Not in a place where I wouldn’t be judged.
The collar was still in my hands, and I pushed it back toward Dario.
“Would you please… Collar me, sir.”
“It’d be my pleasure.”
The leather was soft on my skin, the buckles glinting under the sunlight. As Dario collared my neck and tightened the straps, my Adam’s apple bobbed nervously. I reminded myself to breathe, filling my lungs with warm summer air.
My stiff cock jumped as Dario eyed me out.
“Looking like a true slave now,” Dario said. “Now it’s time to train you like one.”
My hole twitched again.
“Let’s get you in the shower,” he said, mapping out all the lines of my ripped body. “Your smooth hole only needs a quick enema, and we’ll be good to go.”
Marble and golden faucets were much nicer than the hostel’s subway tiles.
What wasn’t nice was to be asked to bend down and keep your ass open while your new… owner filled your asshole with warm water. Luckily for me, I had waxed my ass, and sir was happy with the result.
The first thing he did was to remove the plug, throwing it somewhere in the shower. Then, he bent me over without a word.
I couldn’t help but glance back at his now naked body, while sporting a raging erection I couldn’t keep in check. My circumcision scar was turning, and my frenulum stretched to the max. Dario forcibly pulled back my cock and gave me a few strokes while the water filled me up.
He winced, and he removed the hose, “Keep everything in, I feel like you’ll be all clean after this one,” he whistled. “Such a nice cock on you, nothing to hide with that exposed head.”
He let my cock go, and it slapped into my hard belly.
My whole trickled with water, and as it became harder to hold it in, Dario… Fuck, sir… landed a hard blow on my ass and ordered me to release. I pushed and pushed, emptying myself another time. I’d lost count of how many times I’d had to endure the treatment, and when I heard Dario’s hum, I hoped it’d be the last.
“Meraviglioso,” Dario exclaimed, patting my back.
Next thing I knew, Dario joined me in the shower. The showerhead kept spewing an endless stream of water as Dario lathered my sun-kissed skin. His darker skin was a sight to behold. I boldly let my hands wander over his hairy torso, happy to see I was making him as hard as I was. His foreskin, still over his glans, was giftwrap waiting to be peeled.
My hand wandered past his V-line, over his bushy crotch.
“Can I touch you, sir?” I asked with pleading eyes.
“You may,” he said, pushing me to my knees.
For long minutes, I sucked his cock, playing with his foreskin and digging my tongue underneath it. His frenulum was thicker, and though I had the longer dick, his cockhead was bigger than mine.
After a while, he told me to rise and turned me toward the wall. He pressed his hand in the small of my back to force my ass up and grabbed a little bottle of lube I hadn’t noticed from the shower shelves.
The shower itself could’ve welcomed an orgy.
Steam fogged the wall-mounted mirror and the large glass shower panels.
I focused on the droplets racing down the panels, waiting warily for Dario’s first push. I could feel his cockhead lining up with my virgin hole. I gritted my teeth, knowing the cold lube he applied with his deft fingers was only preliminaries.
He dove in with two fingers, his knuckles sliding into me with remarkable ease. The enema sure had helped.
After playing with me and pressing into my prostate to milk me a little, Dario rolled a condom over his dick and pressed into my cherry, pushing his hips forward. Even if I wanted to run away, I couldn’t. The collar reminded me of my position, and for a second, I was afraid the water would ruin it.
But I kept my mouth shut.
Sir knew what was best.
Inch by inch, Dario claimed me. I clenched around him and was reminded to relax with a strong slap across my bum. The sting caused my cock to throb, and my mind to unravel and fall into a trance.
Dario buried himself to the hilt, his luscious bush tickling my smooth ass.
“Fuck, good boy, taking me so well for your first time,” Dario panted in my ear, further bending me over. Once he had a good grip, he rammed his cock into me with force. “Smooth as butter!”
I forced back a yelp, but the second time Dario drilled into me, a pained cry escaped my lips. Mixed pleasure and pain sent divergent signals into my body. My cock said yes, and my hole said no. Dario eased his pace and dragged his entire length out until only his tip remained.
Then, carefully, he drove himself back in. He did it again, and again, forcing me to control my breathing so I wouldn’t faint.
“Deep breaths, deep breaths,” he repeated, “This’ll only be over when I fill up that condom.”
I was no longer a virgin. I had been breached, even more than that, owned.
Dario grabbed me by the collar and began to fuck me harder. His ragged movement told me he was close, his breathing itched with every stroke, and as he slammed his hips against my mind, I felt my prostate flare with pleasure. My cock drooled, my precum washed away down the drain. I tried to reach for my dick, but Dario quickly slapped my hand away.
“Only when I allow you to,” he grunted with another punishing thrust.
He thrust deep, hard, and fast.
His voice turned feral, his praise erratic, and then he grabbed me by the hips. He used the momentum so I’d meet his movement, showing me how to fuck myself while he drilled me. I was on the brink of collapsing. Pinpricks blurred my vision, but I knew better than to resist. I forced my hole open and clenched when he expected it less.
“Cazzo!” He screamed, “Fuck baby! I’m so proud of you. You were born for this, bred to be fucked and used, weren’t you?”
I shut my eyes, biting my lower lip, “Yes, sir!”
“What are you?”
“Your toy, sir, your cocksucker!”
“You’re right,” Dario spanked my ass twice, “You’ll be begging for cock in no time!”
I could feel myself close to cumming, or pissing. Each assault on my prostate brought me closer to the edge, and Dario, as if feeling I couldn’t take it anymore, pounded me like a wild beast. He grabbed my hands, using them as a crutch to fuck me harder.
One last strong thrust, and I knew he was filling up the rubber.
He lingered inside my hole for a moment, gently kissing my back as I caught my breath. My legs trembled, weakened by my first bottoming sessions. Feeling my distress, Dario wrapped his arms around me.
“You’re still hard,” he muttered. “But you’re not cumming again today. You gotta learn to come hands-free, like a good boy. You gotta learn to work for it, to be the best little bitch. ”
“B-but, please,” I mumbled, gobsmacked. “I want…”
“What you want right now doesn’t matter. I know what’s best,” Dario said kindly, kissing my jaw. “You’ll understand that soon enough.”
I folded, unable to resist him, coddled up against his hairy chest as his softening dick lay against my ass.
“Why am I being punished, sir?” I asked innocently.
“You’re not being punished,” Dario explained, making me face him. “You’re learning your place.”
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