Luca and his road to acceptance

Luca had finally stopped resisting his Master, finally let go of his past, and finally started to accept his brand new, inescapable reality. Now whenever the straight boy heard his Master bellow the name 'slave' or 'faggot' Luca would come running. Whenever Master ordered him to kneel before him, open his mouth, or present his faggot pussy, Luca would obey in a heartbeat. Whenever Master ordered him to suck his cock, the wet sloppy sounds of eager sucking and slurping filled the house. Whenever a golden stream of Master's piss flowed into his throat, frantic, desperate sounds of gurgling and swallowing, Luca wouldn’t dare spill a drop. And whenever Luca felt his Master's big manly cock push through his once virgin hole, he made sure his pussy muscles wrapped around the shaft, massaged every inch, made him moan, made him roar in ecstasy, until he shot rope after rope of man spunk deep in his slaveboy hole...this was Luca's life now...this was all he knew...

Ot course, Luca had tried to escape. Of course he had. What straight boy in his right mind wouldn’t? But they always resulted in the same. Always resulted in him being severely punished and sent right back to serving his Master...losing a piece of hope, every time. 

Luca will never forget the first time he tried...and failed to leave this life. He was so close to making it...he could taste his freedom. Just armed with his briefs...he was so close to reaching the main road...so close to getting help. Determination, hope, fear, dread clouded his mind. He didn’t even notice the black, windowless van gaining behind him, nor did he process that there was no sign of friendly civilians. But when he was pounced on from behind, by one of Master's goons, he was slowly starting to understand that the idea of escape was just some pathetic fantasy...

However, the perverted goons didn’t send Luca back to his Master right away, they said that’d be too easy, that he needed to learn, first. They drove him to some sort of abandoned farm, dragged the struggling boy out of the van, tied him to a wooden pillar, ripped of his white briefs, and Spent the rest of the night teaching the fully naked, fully vulnerable boy that his body no longer belongs to him...

His member was jerked to full erection until it constantly oozed precum, his plump balls were poked and probed, his nips were painfully tweaked and twisted, his face was bitch slapped, he was spat on, he was nonstop called demeaning names. One thing that completely traumatised him from that night, that still haunts he’s dreams was when he felt a hand begin to grope and squeeze his dangling nutsac, fingers begin to spread his clenching butt cheeks, before separate, probing fingers penetrated his hole. They wouldn’t stop wiggling, wouldn’t stop exploring, not until they reached his prostate...not until he felt completely and utterly degraded. Soon, Luca was too humiliated, too ashamed, too mentally drained to even notice that the torment had stopped and he there was little to no resistance when the slimy fingers, that were just inside him, were roughy shoved inside his mouth and he was ordered to clean his pussy juices of them..

Luca's was fucked the rest of the night in that barn. He didn't know how many cocks he took, how many times he screamed, how many times he begged for them to stop, or at least slow down, or how many loads of spunk were in his boypussy. All he knew was that he didn’t get a wink of sleep that night. All he could do was cry...tears leaked from his eyes while cum leaked out his hole...

Luca was barely conscious when big dollops of shaving cream was smothered all over his crotch...

He mind could only just determine that each and even man was armed with a blinding, shiny metal razor...

And he could only half heartedly whimper and whine as his body hair-everything that made him a man was robbed from him...

The next morning, when Luca was returned to his Master, he got on his knees, hand behind his head, and waited for the man to appear, making a promise to himself to serve, submit, do whatever the pervert wants, anything not to go through that again...

But like I said: Luca did try to escape a few more times, he still couldn’t forget who he once was, what he once had, but he never made it past the front gates, and it always resulted in him being pinned down on the grass, and roughly fucked until he could barely move...until ball slime leaked out his gaping hole...

His last escape attempt, if you could even call it that, was laughable at best. Was completely shot down by, 'GET BACK IN THE HOUSE, YOU DUMB FAGGOT!!' and he did just that, walked back in the house to the living room, bent over, presented his pussy, and just waited for the first of many cocks to mercilessly breed his pussy...at this point his drive of escape and freedom was near nonexistent...

Now, he what he was, he knew who he belonged to, and he knew what he would never have again. Every sloppy slurp of Master's cock, every time he tasted Master's putrid piss, every time Master erupted a geyser load of cum down his throat, and every time that He felt a cock savagely penetrate his slaveboy pussy that this is his his life, this is where he belongs, and no matter how hard he tries there’s no getting away from it...