Jack

Karl is a well respected, likeable figure in his profession.  His natural charm and confidence leads him to be a much-sought-after teacher in his medical field, and as such he closes the apartment door behind him and heads off for a few days as guest lecturer in London.  First class rail transport, a 5-star hotel and a few days of luxury await and Karl pulls his suitcase behind him as he heads for the nearby train station.

Depositing his suitcase in the luggage rack, Karl settles into his first class seat and enjoys a glass of champagne as he relaxes on the three hour journey to the capital.    After a calm and stress-free journey, he is met off the train by a chauffeur who takes his luggage and whisks him away to his luxury hotel.  After a drink in the hotel bar, he makes his way up to his room and smiles at the sight of his luggage deposited waiting for him inside the door of his hotel suite.

Wheeling his suitcase behind him, Karl lays it flat on the hotel room floor and unlocks the case, opening it deliberately and smirking as he reveals the contents.

Jack looks up at his owner and remains frozen.  Stark naked except for the thick collar around his neck, the compact frame of the Olympic athlete is packed tightly into the suitcase and Jack feels shaken and bruised by his five hours inside the suitcase.  Transported naked to another city, with nothing but a collar for clothing.

“Wall” his master states, and Jack pulls himself quickly and silently from inside the suitcase.  Seeing a wall in front of him, he scampers on his haunches and kneels facing the wall.  Hands behind his back, stark naked, his nose and knees touching the wall with his bare feet spaced at shoulder width behind him.  It feels good to stretch his athletic body after so long encased in misery, but Jack knows he could now be spending the remainder of the evening facing the wall until his master requires further service.

Jack’s existence is complete and abject slavery now.  It is only his training as an athlete that allows any sense of normality in his life, though even this is strictly controlled and he can never escape the knowledge of what he is.  A slave object, completely trapped in his utter submission to his cruel owner.  As he kneels and faces the wall, he is mindful to remain completely still and silent so as not to disturb his master.  He understands he is no longer free.  He no longer has privacy or leisure, his every move controlled by his sadistic, cruel owner.  Simply an object to serve.  Never a moment to relax, never a moment of release.  When he isn’t serving, he wastes his life posing or waiting for his owner to use him.

Karl lays on the comfortable double bed and switches on the TV.  An evening to relax and enjoy the luxury of his room.  After some time channel surfing, he clicks his fingers and motions to his feet.  His slave crawls quickly to his master’s feet and carefully – reverentially – removes his master’s expensive shoes.  He assumes the position, face pressed against the underside of his master’s socks and the dampness of his master’s day pressed against his mouth and nose.  Karl wiggles his socked feet deliberately, and rubs his feet over his slave object’s face.  The bliss of a free man enjoying his dominance and superiority over a supposed straight athlete who he now owns.

It isn’t long before Jack finds himself licking his master’s feet. Long deliberate licks over the souls, between the toes and all over his owner’s feet.  He knows what will follow and sure enough he is required to undress his master, taking each item of clothing and hanging it in the wardrobe for his owner.  

Karl lays naked on the bed, his cock now fully erect and ready to use his slave property.  Jack feels the weight of something of his own between his legs but his conditioning means he is unable to see or gain any pleasure from his own large cock, which has now been ignored and absent since his enslavement months ago.  It juts and waves erect, ignored in the air, desperate for any form of relief that will never come.  As far as he is concerned, he is now a cockless object.  His days of any release of cum are gone.  His body locked in a perpetual invisible chastity sentence.

With a sigh of contentment, Karl whispers “fucktoy” and smiles as he watches his compact, muscular slave climb onto the bed and straddle his master.  Carefully, the slave positions itself above its master’s cock and slowly slides down on its master’s pole.  Silently and with a fixed smile on its face, the slave begins the process of fucking itself.  Its body bolt upright, its arms displaying its biceps, the slave moves up and down on its master’s pole fucking its hole deliberately for the enjoyment of its master.  Although its hole is now stretched by its regular use, the slave feels every sense of humiliation at its status as a sex toy without any form of release or self satisfaction.  Its’ days of masculinity, its days of fucking women, now only a memory that will never return.  It is truly its master’s bitch hole now.

After enjoying the abject show of humiliation from his slave, Karl clicks his fingers again.  The well trained Olympic rower jumps from the bed and lies quickly on its back on the floor.  Without delay, it lifts up its hole and spreads its legs wide.  Silently and humbly it offers up its hole to its master and gasps involuntarily as its master enters its hole.  

And so the humble object that was once a straight boy is fucked mercilessly.  Naked and collared on the floor with its arse high in the air it is bred by its master.  And, after it feels its master flood its insides, it climbs obediently onto its masters bed and rests its head on its master’s pillow.  The stiffness from its time inside the suitcase and the brutal fucking it has just received apparent in its legs, it lays its head on the duvet.  Master Karl grins and mounts the bed.  With a sigh he sits himself down on his bed and makes himself comfortable sitting up resting against the headboard of the bed.  Underneath his hot, sweaty arse crack, the slave positions his nose inside his master’s hole and licks gently at its master’s balls as Karl flops his junk over his slave’s face.  Humble Jack knows that he will be spending at least the next hour licking and worshipping his master’s arse hole and crack with his tongue.  The only use his tongue has any longer.