The dildo fucking continues over the next few hours. I honestly have no idea how much time has passed, it felt like hours but it could have been longer. Or shorter. I was in such a daze. They didn’t stop pumping us with drugs, with me receiving the greatest number of doses. I suppose to “catch me up” to the rest. I could hardly believe the size of the monster dildos fucking each one of us by the time they stopped the machines. The one inside me had to be at least 14” and thicker than my forearm, and yet, I was still able to take the full length of it. Looking around the room I noticed that some of the men had even larger tools inside of them, I assume because the guards deemed that they could take more. To my surprise I also noticed that a number of the men had smaller tools inside of them than mine, which meant I was capable than more than I thought I could be.
The door opens and six more men walk in. “What now,” I think quietly to myself. This time they start in the back of the room, which includes me. The dildos are removed and filled with another syringe of that liquid before these massive plugs are pulled out of the duffels and inserted into our assholes. To my own surprise I take the plug with ease, having been stretched out over the last four hours.
What I’m equally as surprise about is that I found myself missing being fucked. I hated to admit it but if I was being honest with myself, I desperately wanted that dildo back in my ass. “NO!” I yelled, only in my head and to myself. As if trying to convince myself I turn and whisper, “thank God that’s over right?” while the henchmen go to work on the remaining 12 captives. I notice that he is out of breath and panting like a dog, drooling like one too. I look at his crotch and his caged dick is leaking precum which has formed a pull underneath him.
He must have seen me notice this because he says, “I’m not alone there, look,” and he nods his head to the floor underneath me. I didn’t even realize it but sure enough, I was leaking just like he was, even more it seemed judging by the amount that had pooled on the floor underneath me.
“FUCK!” I mutter to myself under my breath, as the men finish with the other group and make their way back to us. Thick leather collars are pulled from the duffels and fastened tightly around our necks. They connect a thin chain to one of the loops on the collar, which leads to another chain, clasped perpendicular to the first. As they place them on us I realize these are nip clamps, meant to pull every time we moved our neck up or back. A leash is hooked onto another loop on the collar towards the back of our necks, and then carefully laid down our backs, the handle hanging down between our legs. Ball gags are placed in our mouths followed by leather hoods, which include blindfolds to cover our eyes.
We were left hanging from our chains as I only assume they equip the other men with the same gear. The next sound I hear is that of chains clanging together, the ones from the ceiling? The sound of men falling to the floor, followed by the order “crawl!” I hear shuffling sounds, accompanied by heavy footfalls, and I assume they are being led out of the room.
What feels like an eternity passes when the door opens and this time, only the sound of those heavy footfalls follow. My wrists remain cuffed but they are unhooked from the chains. A big hand is immediately on my head forcing me to my hands and knees. My ankles and balls are unclasped as well, and we are given the same order to crawl. My captor grabs my leash and pulls me forward. I can tell when we enter the adjacent room because the floor changes, fortunately from hard concrete to carpet, which is easier on my knees. I’m led to a specific spot where I am forced to sit back on my heels. I hear “arch!” and a fist pounds my back. Immediately arch my back which has the effect of forcing my ass to be pushed backwards and out, the importance of my back being arched becoming more obvious to me. This is followed by a slap across the face and an angry tone tells me I’m always to respond “YES SIR!” despite anything being in my mouth. I do my best to shout what is expected of me but all that comes out is “Eeeeehhhh Unggggg!” This is followed by laughter from a few of the men.
I hear the familiar sound of cameras taking photographs of us. I assume we are lined up in a few different rows, based on the sound of the cameras moving closer and further and I can hear heavy breathing coming from the men behind me.
More heavy footsteps fill the room, followed by a booming voice in front of me, “welcome FAGGOTS! This is your Master Dominic in the flesh.”
Having just learned my lessons I do my best to say, “Thank you SIR!” but all that comes out is a garbled, “unnnngggggghh uhhhhhhhh uhhrmmmmm!” I also notice that I’m only one of a few men to have responded. This is instantly followed by a chorus of loud slaps and many deep voices ordering to respond with the respect Master Dominic deserves. I escaped derision, which helped solidify in my head that if I behaved, this might be more tolerable.
The blindfold is lifted from my eyes and I blink rapidly as they adjust to the light. Master Dominic is standing before us, his presence even more foreboding in person. He wore a leather cap and a leather harness on his torso. Tight leather pants covered his muscular legs and it was impossible to not take notice of the massive bulge in his crotch, which was tucked away using leather laces. His arms were crossed across his chest, giving him a more menacing appearance. I also took notice of the expression on his face, which was very distinctly stern but not angry. I couldn’t help but think how it was no wonder he considered himself superior to most other men.
“Well well, look at you pathetic little queers. For those of you that didn’t think you could be turned into a fag, I’ll give you a moment to check yourself out in the mirror. I challenge any of you not to see the faggots the rest of us see.” He pauses and heads swivel back and forth around the room, looking at one another and ourselves in the mirrored walls. I was in the front row on the end so I had a very clear view of myself from the front and side. I was kneeling with my cuffed hands on my thighs, my back had a deep arch in it and my ass was pushed out, my hole stuffed with a black plug. Looking in front of me I saw someone that I didn’t even recognize, I could hardly believe it was me. I wore a leather hood over my head with the eye flaps flipped up, in my mouth was a red ball gag, which was causing me to drool profusely, spit spilling from my mouth and falling to the ground in front of me. There was a collar around my neck and the leash was again trailing down my back. My nipples had clips on them, but most shocking thing to see out of all of it was my dick locked away in this small metal cage, dripping precum as it was before. Master D was right, I looked very much like a faggot.
The leather men that had been serving as our captors started handing out small articles of clothing. Well “handing out” in this case meant the items were thrown in our faces. We were told to put them on but under no circumstance were we to stand. We each grab what appeared to be a white jock strap with a number on the pouch and repeated around the waistband. The word “cumdump” was written on the back of the strap and “faggot” on the front. The lettering and numbers were printed onto the fabric, they had these made. My number was 24.
After the last of us had our jockstrap on and we were all back in position, a few of us were reprimanded for not “presenting” properly. I was fortunately spared again, remembering to arch my back this time. Master Dominic continued, “I told you that you would only be referred to as faggot from now on. Each of you has been assigned a number so we can distinguish you from one another. So if I order faggot #24 to crawl over to me and bow down to my superiority, what should I expect?”
I realize he is talking to me, and I now know enough to do exactly as I’m told. I crawl up to him as fast as I can and lean down putting my face to the floor. I quickly remember what I was taught and I move my legs back and apart, arching my back and throwing my ass in the air. I grunt, “SIR YES SIR,” again sounding liking a garbled mess.
He grabs me by the hair yanking me up and tells me, “that’s a good boy.” He has a sinister smile on his face. Spitting on me, I’m ordered to return to my position which I quickly do.
We are told we will be split into groups of six, which he refers to as a “faggle”, the groupings based on our relative fag potential. He waves a hand at a large black man standing in one corner of the room and introduces him as Master Jerome, and then called out six numbers. “If I called your number then Master Jerome will be your Head Master, crawl to him and bow your heads in honor, respect and worship.”
The six men scurry over to where he is standing and bow down, most getting in the same position I was in just moments ago. The two that simply bowed their heads to the ground were quickly reprimanded by Master Jerome with a sharp, loud smack to the face using the back of his gloved right hand. They fall into place.
He proceeded to introduce Master Trent, a hulking man with dirty blonde hair and a mean look on his face, and Master Derek, a strong Latino guy who looked to be a little bit older than the others. Six of us were assigned to each one. I sat waiting for my name to be called but it never was.
“The faggots that I didn’t call will be reporting to me. Fall in!” We quickly took our proper position at his feet as the others had done. I had been grouped with #2, a toned muscled boy no more than 18 or 19, sporting a light tan and the tan lines to go with it. He had a six pack and if I saw him anywhere else, I would probably think him a jock, but looking at him now I only saw a faggot jock. In my group was also #7, a small framed Hispanic looking guy, not as muscular but skinny and hairless. To my surprise, #16 and 17 appeared to be twins, hoods hadn’t been placed on their heads so I could see they both had wavy brown hair that fell to their ears. They were both extremely pale, but also toned. Not as muscular as #2, but lean and wiry. Rounding out the group was #23, the blonde boy that had been my neighbor in the last room. I hated myself for it but I couldn’t help but feel some sort of….I don’t know exactly…..pride? For being selected for Master Dominic.
He led us down a hallway and up a flight of stairs, each of us crawling behind him even when tackling the steps. Halfway down another hallway he opens a door and ushers us in, informing us that this was one of the many dungeon rooms in the mansion and his personal favorite. I’m the last to enter, trying to take in everything I’m seeing. Chained to the walls are four faggots (did I just refer to them as faggots in my head?). Their wrists are shackled above their heads. They are spread eagle, with their legs wide open and pulled back against the wall, ankles also cuffed to the wall. Each of them wore a leather hood that completely covered their heads, along with a collar. Beyond that they were all dressed differently, one was wearing what looked like a spandex crop top and assless shorts made of the same material. Another wore a black leather jockstrap, his balls and caged cock sticking out of a hole in the crotch, both were tightly bound by a leather strap which led to a hook in his collar where it was tied off. The leather strap wasn’t long and so his junk was pulled up and stretched out. The third was on a full length rubber body suit that covered him head to toe with the exception of his ass. The last one was the only fag to be completely naked. All four of them had assholes that were gaping open and leaking what I could only assume to be cum. Also scattered around the room were about 12-15 men, all of them very different to on another. The youngest of them appeared to be in his early 20’s whereas the oldest was probably 60 or older. Some were super muscular and some had large beer bellies, some were hairy others were not, some had facial hair others clean shaven. Black men, Latin men, Arab men, European men…they were all represented. The only thing they all had in common though…..they all had massive cocks, raging hard and throbbing.
After lining us up in the middle of the room side by side Master Dominic tells us that the faggots on the wall aren’t in training but are among the many faggots owned by the training facility and were there if and when they needed to demonstrate how to properly serve as a faggot.
Standing behind the blonde boy, he kicks the plug in his ass and barks, “for instance, beg to be fucked faggot 23!” Another guy removes the ball gag from his mouth and the boy meekly replies, “please SIR please fuck me!” Master Dominic smirks and walks up to the faggot in the leather jockstrap, punching him in the balls and barking, “show them how it’s done faggot!”
Immediately he shouts, “YES SIR THANK YOU SIR THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME SERVE YOU PLEASE SIR PLEASE FUCK ME PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR BIG COCK I NEED THAT DICK INSIDE MY HUNGRY CUMSTARVED FAGGOT BOICUNT SIR I CANT GET ENOUGH OF THAT DICK INSIDE OF ME I LIVE FOR YOUR COCK MASTER DOMINIC PLEASE I’M SUCH A DESPERATE EAGER FAGGOT COCKWHORE I’M A PATHETIC FUCKING DICK OBSESSED QUEER SLUT MASTER! NEED COCK SIR PLEASE GIVE ME COCK PLEASE WANT COCK NEED COCK DRILL MY PUSSY SIR PLEASE GOT TO HAVE COCK PLEmmmphhhh”.
Master Dominic shuts him up by shoving his fingers in his mouth. “That’s a good faggot that will do.” He walks back towards us. “Now THAT is how a faggot begs to be fucked. You can hear the utter desperation in its voice. And notice how he didn’t stop pleading with me to fuck him until I stopped him. BUT this is your first day of training so I suppose I can let your feeble attempt at begging slide.” This wins him a roomful of laughter.
He paces back and forth in front of us slowly untying the laces in his jock, glowering down on us. His big cock springs out just as he’s standing in front of me. I blink rapidly a few times not trusting what I’m seeing. His cock is enormous, as big as my forearm and as thick. He shoots me an evil grin and walks behind me. I feel the plug being roughly pulled from my ass, being instantly replaced by his big cock. He doesn’t go slowly, just slams it in balls deep. I squeal as his mushroom head probes my insides, making the other men laugh. I grunt with each one of his thrusts. One man puts a bottle under my noise and growls, “breathe bitch, poppers will help.” I breathe in deeply from my noise a few times. I didn’t think it possible but my head starts swimming even more than before and a warmth spreads through my body. I find myself relaxing and my hole opening up for him.
The guy that gave me the poppers kneels down and gets right in my face, asking “you like that big cock in your faggot cunt now don’t you bitch? Admit it, you want him to fuck you harder.” I stop trying to deny it even to myself and I nod my head followed with, “ESSHHHHH UNGHHH!” An incredible amount of spit and drool is now pouring from my mouth around the ball gag. Then after a few more thrusts he pulls his cock out and moves to the jock, yanking the plug from his ass and fucking him with the same fervor. A bottle of poppers is waved under his nose as well. Master Dominic slaps my ass and announces, “this bitch is open for business men,” as he starts to pound the jocks ass. I immediately feel another cock inside of me but before I can look back to see who’s fucking me another man has my face in his hands and is loosening the ball gag, replacing it with his cock. I swallow it, not really having a choice but not really wanting one. I had never sucked a dick before but with all the drugs in my system and that big cock in my ass, I found myself wanting to suck that cock like a hungry slut.
A hear a loud slap followed by Master Dominic’s booming voice shouting, “next!” I glance over and see the two black men taking the jock, one slamming in his ass and the other loosening his gag and fucking his mouth. Master D is now fucking one of the twins as the other fags wait on their hands and knees. I realize that Master Dominic is the first to fuck each faggot before the other men start in. Again I catch myself, realizing that I just referred to the other captives as “faggots” in my head.
I’m brought back to the cocks inside of me when the guy in my mouth grabs a fistful of my hair and grunts, “deep throat it faggot! Just relax your throat and breathe through your nose!” He forcefully pushes his cock down my throat and I try to do as he says but I still gag and choke on his cock. He starts smacking my head while repeating, “RELAX FAGGOT!” until with one strong thrust he slams his cock deep down my throat and I feel his pubes up against my noise. I try to breathe through my nose as best I can as he begins fucking my face. They are rocking my body back and forth between their cocks and the guy behind me smacks my ass and shouts, “yeah gonna turn you into a real cockhungry cumdump of a faggot boy….you fucking love those big cocks inside of you isn’t that right?” I grunt my agreement as their pounding quickens.
As my mouth and ass are drilled full of cock I think to myself that this must only be the beginning…
