New Toy

Phil perched on the edge of my desk and grinned down at me. "Want to come to a party at my place and spend the weekend?"

I returned the grin. "You bet. What's the occasion?" I'd heard his parties were something special and truth to tell I'd been trying to get an invite forever.

"Nothing special." He slipped off the desk and stood up, his sleek fitting slacks hugging his perfect butt and moulding to the generous bulge at his crotch. "It's a costume party, but don't worry about it. Just come as you are, I have the perfect costume lined up for you."

I was glad I was sitting down, my own straining crotch muscle hidden. Though he was five or six years my senior, I'd known him for quite a while. He always seemed to be around if I was competing or sometimes just mooching around. I fancied the fuck out of him - had done forever - and now he was inviting me to a party. I licked my lips nervously, blushing slightly as I tried to cover my interest. "Something fun I hope."

He laughed. "Oh, I think you'll enjoy it. Bring your overnight stuff with you on Friday. We'll go straight from here. You can help me set things up and get into the mood for Saturday then and stay over Sunday and Sunday night." He regarded me for a moment. "Unless you've something else you'd rather do?"

I gulped. His package was at eye level as he faced me and I could make out the outline of a nice heavy cock beneath the material. "No! That'll be great." I grinned weakly. "I'd only spend it watching telly in my room at the 'Y' otherwise." My cock was now straining my tight thong and I wanted to reach out and feel that package presented so temptingly. Did he know I was Gay? I could only hope he knew - it would be even better if he was a top and into fetish bondage as I was.

He grinned. "I think you'll find what I have in mind a lot more fun." He leaned on the desk, his face close to mine as he added softly. "Don't pack too much - you won't need more than your tooth brush anyway." He watched my surprised reaction and whispered, "I've been waiting for you for quite a while."

I was speechless as he straightened and left the room. He'd been waiting for me? Fuck! I'd have willingly climbed into his bed anytime since my cock had started to grow and I'd been milking my balls alone in my room!

I'd known Phil for years. He'd been a friend of my uncle's and I'd known there was something about uncle Mark since I was a kid. This was confirmed when he took me on a 'fishing trip' to a mountain lake. We'd been joined by several other guys I didn't know, all of them between my age and Mark's, and I'd happily let them tie me up, chain me down, gag me and blindfold me and pretty much do anything they wanted with me. There'd been another guy there at the time, but I'd never seen his face the whole time. Mark had been more or less banned from our house for quite a while, largely because something had slipped out through one or other of the guys there. I'd been disappointed, since Mark knew exactly how to get a guy worked up and I'd envied Phil, who I assumed was still 'playing' with Mark. How wrong I'd been. 

It had been a real surprise to me when I finished college and started job hunting to land my dream job so quickly and easily - until I'd met the boss of the outfit. Phil.

I'd heard lots of rumours in the few months I'd worked for the firm. There were stories about fetish parties and groups and more than a few suggestions. I knew I was Gay, no doubt about it. I'd learned to live with it, but it was a tough and rather lonely call. It really got tough when I hit puberty, right around the time my parents split. My Dad moved away, got a new girlfriend and, after a few rather fraught visits from me, made it plain he had trouble accepting my obvious taste in friends.

Mum sort of ignored the whole thing, then got a new boyfriend and more or less left me to do as I pleased. I took advantage, getting myself a whole slew of stuff that helped me get my rocks off without the risk of trying to find a partner who wouldn't blab, beat me up or expose me in some humiliating way. Sure, I'd had some interesting partners - the internet was a great way to find people with my tastes - but nothing ever approaching permanent and some, frankly, scary. Phil was different though. I'd often seen him at the swimming pool and occasionally he'd shown up at sports events where I was swimming or going through the gym motions.

Friday I was nervous as I showed up for work. I had a small rucksack packed with clean underwear, spare socks and a neat shirt for the party. I was wearing my most daringly cut slacks which showed off my butt and my package nicely, and I had a pair of skimpy Speedos and my tightest jeans in the back pack. It took all my effort to concentrate on my work and not allow my mind to wander off down the path of wondering what the weekend held in store.

"Ready to go?" Phil was leaning against the door frame, a relaxed smile on his face.

I hadn't heard him approach so was a bit startled. "Hi! Yeah, sure. I'll just shut this down and I'm hot to go."

"You look pretty hot right there," he said, straightening. "This your bag?"

"Uh, yeah. Like you said, just a couple of things - some spare briefs and so on."

He chuckled. "We'll see if you need them, but OK." He lifted the bag and glanced at my computer screens as they blanked in the shut down. "OK, let's hussle, there's a few things to pick up on the way."

Pushing back my chair I grinned and stood. "Right with you, Boss." Fuck, but this guy did things to my libido all right. I'd never been this turned on by anyone else I'd encountered and my bulge showed it. I was dead glad I'd worn my heavy duty leather thong this morning, it was probably the only one that could adequately contain my excited member. As I closed the door to my workspace I adjusted my crotch a little, nervous that I might be coming on too strong - or that I had completely misunderstood his signals. I followed him out to the car with my mind in a whirl and my sexual desires churning furiously.

I waited as he put my bag and his briefcase into the boot of the snappy Z4, then sank into the passenger side seat as he settled behind the wheel. "This is neat," I said as I fastened the seat belt. 

"Yeah, took me a long time to get to where I could afford it. Strapped in?" He grinned. "OK, weekend here we come."

He slipped the car into the traffic and we were soon zipping along to the beat of the CD player while I reveled in the great buzz of being in this car and in the company of a guy I really did want to please - if I could get him to take me to bed. We chatted as we drove, with me answering his questions and volunteering snippets about myself. I wasn't paying particular attention to the route either so was taken by surprise when he swung into a car park and pulled up.

"Wait here. I'm just fetching something for the weekend." He grinned. "For you, actually. But you can't see it until tomorrow." His hand gripped the top of my thigh and an electric thrill ran through me as his fingers brushed the material covering the bulge of my crotch. "I've waited a long, long time to have you visit." He squeezed my leg gently, his voice lowered as he said, "I hope you'll like what I have planned." He winked. "If what I've heard is true, I think you will."

Before I could think of a response he was out of the car and striding away. What had he heard? I'd been very discrete while at college, though I'd explored a few options and taken a few chances, they were definitely not anywhere or with anyone he was likely to know. My mind was in a whirl still as he returned, dropped a large box into the boot and climbed back into the car.

"OK, time to head for the house. Trevor and Clive should have everything else ready." He chuckled at my surprised look. "They're my housekeeper and my gardener - and they do a few other things around the place from time to time as well." He accelerated onto the freeway and we joined the traffic racing along it.

"How far is it to yours?"

"The house? About thirty minutes. Don't worry, once we're through this bit the rest of the run is a quiet road." He glanced at me, a smile curving his lips. "Be patient, everything comes to him who waits you know." He changed lanes and accelerated. "I think a swim in the pool, then we can get down to business and some supper don't you think?"

I grinned and nodded. "Sounds perfect." I wondered whether the business he had in mind was the same as what I was thinking. Probably not, knowing my luck, but still, we'd see what developed. A thought struck me. "You said you'd been waiting for me for a long time. What do you mean?"

He laughed. "I wondered when you'd ask. Remember your uncle? The games he played with you?"

Could I forget! Uncle Mark had taught me to enjoy being a bondage bottom and started me down the fetish road. "Sure, he was a lot of fun."

"I bet. Well we started this company together and he and I were members of some of the same clubs." He turned onto the off ramp and coasted down to join a new road, picking up speed as soon as it was possible. Bet you don't remember the time he took you up to the lake and you played with a couple of other guys up there?"

I gulped. "I do. It was after that he was banned from our house! You were there?"

He nodded, turning the car into a smaller road. "Yup. I was, and I fell in love with a kid who was so eager to be tied up, restrained, and played with he almost wore the guys he was with to a frazzle."

I grinned at the memory. "Were you one of them?" I couldn't recall his being there, but there had been five other guys and one of them had been a teenager like me. I'd never seen his face, but the memory was starting to click into place.

He laughed. "No. I was the guy they kept in a hood and manacles the whole time. I was still at college and having a heavy affair with my tutor - and you were way to young to be there even." His hand found my thigh again. "But I found out who you were and I made damned sure I kept track of you." He glanced at me again. "I promised myself I would wait until you were old enough." His hand squeezed my leg. "And now you are. This invitation is a double purpose, Pat. First I want to see if we can get along, and second, if you like what happens tomorrow, we can discuss doing something about it." 

"So you were there!" I laughed. "So I guess you know I just love being restrained."

His laugh was hearty. "Yeah. Well, I think you're going to love what I have lined up for you."

The house was large, old, and very private. It looked well kept, light and airy, and it radiated a welcome.

"Wow," I breathed as I retrieved my backpack. "This looks lovely. You live here alone?"

"Not quite. Trevor and Clive have an apartment on the top floor, but, if you mean, do I have a partner - the answer is no, not yet." His hand found my butt and gently squeezed. "But I'm hoping I might have soon." He tucked the package under his arm and steered me toward the front door. "If the weekend goes as planned, I think I may have an answer soon."

I glanced at his profile, my heart racing. Was he proposing to me? Or was I just the bait for another lover? My wondering vanished as soon as he showed me the bedroom Trevor had prepared form me. It adjoined his own, and there was an interleading door.

"Like it?"

I gulped. It was around four times the size of my room at the 'Y.' The walls were a deep and restful shade of green and the pictures on the walls were original drawings of nude lovers, and other erotic scenes. The one that drew my immediate attention was over the bed head. It depicted a heavily restrained young slave surrounded by bondage paraphernalia sucking his leatherclad and hooded master's cock, an expression of ecstasy on his face."I love it," I croaked, the realisation that the chained slave in the painting was unmistakably me making my cock really strain the thong!

He chuckled. "I meant the room, not the painting, but I like that as well. It cost me a fortune and took the artist quite a while to create - not having the real model available he had to work from photos, sketches and dummies." His arm rested on my shoulders and I revelled in the hug it implied. His nearness, warmth and the gentle perfume of his body sent my desires soaring. 

Hesitantly I slipped an arm around his waist. "Thank you." I swallowed hard. 'I'd like to do that for you - if you'll let me."

His lips met mine. "I'd like that too. And we'll do it soon, don't worry." He kissed me again, his hands exploring my back as he crushed me to him, his heavy cock pressed against my own leather imprisoned tool. "But, not until you are completely in my power and surrender complete control of yourself to me."

My mind whirled. "Show me what you want, Phil. Make me what you want." I surrendered to his kiss again, our tongues entwined. "I've wanted to be your lover ever since I was a kid," I breathed in his ear. "Show me - no - make me your lover."

"I will," his lips silenced me again. "But first, we'll take a swim." His hand cupped my swollen bulge and he squeezed gently. "And we can test your willingness to be my obedient slave." He turned me toward the painting. "What do you see the slave is wearing there?"

I looked. "It looks like ..."

"Yes, it is. A chastity belt." He gripped my shoulders, standing behind me. "Are you prepared to surrender control of your cock to me for the next three days?"

I gulped again. This was a serious decision for someone who pulled his pole three times a day! I felt his bulge pressing into my crack and smelled his scent. I wanted it. I wanted it all the time in my life. "Yes," I croaked. "Yes, sir. Lock me into it."

His lips found my neck. "Good, boy. Strip down and I'll fit it."

Twenty minutes later he slipped the lock into a recess in the shield and caught my eye. "Sure?"

I nodded. The steel shield covered the moulded plastic and neoprene prison encasing my straining cock and balls. Steel bands lined with neoprene held it securely in place. "Yes."

The click of the lock was loud. "There," he kissed me. "Now there's one more thing for you to decide." He held out a steel and neoprene collar. "If you choose to wear this you'll be agreeing to surrender complete control of yourself, not just your sex, to me for the full weekend. After that, it can come off and you're free to go back to the 'Y' and your former way of life." He smiled. "I promise to take really good care of you and look after you as long as you wear it."

I grinned. Things were just getting better and better. I knelt in front of him and looked up into his face. "Please put it on me, Master. Make me your slave."

He smiled down at me. "I want a slave who is also a lover. Willing to obey because he loves his master and trusts him implicitly. Are you that lover?"

I was surprised and paused as I thought through his words. I thought about not being his slave and about never being fucked by him or giving him pleasure. My arms slipped round his legs and my cheek touched the bulge in his crotch. The smell of his desire almost overwhelmed me and I responded by planting a kiss on the heavy cock straining the material. My eyes met his. "Phil, I've dreamed of you ever since I first saw you." I smiled. "I have wanted to be your lover for as long as that. Make me your slave and let me be your lover."

He smiled and his hands slipped down, opening the collar. It slipped round my neck and the lock clicked loudly as it was secured in place. "OK, we'll give it a trial. On Monday you can decide if it stays, or comes off." He lifted me to my feet. "Now wait in the passage for me. I'm going to change, and then we'll go to the pool." He cupped my butt with his hands and pulled me into a kiss. "From now on I decide what you may wear and how you will be used." He moved away. "For now, that's all you will be wearing until I decide otherwise."

I smiled. "Yes, master." A thought hit me. "My uncle taught me to enjoy being what he called a 'sex object.' Is this what you want of me? I like it." I fingered the collar. "I like being controlled, it makes me feel secure - and like I'm actually useful to someone."

For a moment he was silent, his expression serious. "You're more than 'useful,' Pat. Far more than useful, so let's be straight up. Even if I didn't fancy you as much as I do, you'd still be valued, still be my best graphic artist and a member of the team at work." He chuckled suddenly. "I'm glad Mark taught you to enjoy being an 'object' for sex. He taught me, and, yes, I like it. Now wait for me in the passage."

The pool was a big one, and ornamental as well as functional. We were greeted at the poolside by a pair of hunks. I was a bit self-conscious at first, as I had never before 'gone public' in such an obviously fetish outfit, but these guys soon put me at ease - partly because the younger one of the pair was almost as outlandishly dressed.

As for Phil, well, I almost came in my cock prison when he walked out of his bedroom wearing a tight rubber swimming brief that seemed to make every detail of his stunning package stand out rather than hide it. That, plus my fetish inclination has always been to tight latex. I'd followed him in rather stunned awe down to the poolside.

"Hi, Trev, Clive, this is Pat."

The older man grinned a welcome. "Hi, Pat. Hmm, now I see why the Boss was so keen to wait for you!" He presented Phil with a drink. "I hope it all works out for you both."

Clive offered his hand. "Welcome to Vincula House." He grinned as we shook hands. "Nice to have a fellow slave to share the dungeon with at last."

"Now don't go scaring him off," Phil interjected, handing me a glass. "He's still a little stunned I think."

I laughed. "Not stunned. Dead I think. I must be - and this must be heaven." I admired his superb physique, washboard abs, perfect pecks and trim waist. My eye took in the tight rubber covered package in his crotch and I realised he was enjoying my scrutiny.

"It sure feels like it sometimes," Clive said.

They all laughed. 

Phil steered me to a seat. "Clive is a Personal Trainer when he's not tending the gardens here or busy with his master." He winked. "He's agreed to help you develop your physique in the gym here - assuming you want to of course."

I fingered the collar and grinned. "I'm your slave. Slaves don't choose, Master."

"Cheeky slaves get punished." He regarded me over the rim of his drink. "I think a little reminder of that is called for." 

I dropped my eyes. "Yes, Master." It seemed to be the right thing to say as I wondered what he considered 'punishment.' I hoped it didn't include being beaten or 'spanked' — I'd had a lot of that at home and didn't enjoy it at all. I was conscious of Trevor's grin and Clive's being close behind my shoulder.

"Good. Then you accept your position fully?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then come here and bend over the table. Place your hands on the far edge and spread your feet as wide as you can."

I didn't see where they came from, but as soon as I was in position, Trevor snapped hefty cuffs on my wrists and Clive locked more to my ankles. 

Phil moved behind me. "You're still a virgin in your butt aren't you, Pat?"

"Y-y-y-yes, Master." It was true, I'd sucked and been sucked, but no one had ever penetrated my boy hole. That I'd been saving for the guy I was in love with - but I didn't want him to take it here, like this. His finger touched my sphincter and I bit my lip to stifle my protest. 

He was gentle, his finger obviously lubricated with K-Y or something similar. He massaged the muscle, teasing me as my sphincter puckered under the stimulus. "Eager, Pat" His voice was soft. The finger probed a bit more, the lubricant finding the opening.

"N-n-n-no, I mean, yes, master." I blushed furiously as the others laughed.

"Then you'll be even more so when I allow you that pleasure." He paused. "In the meantime I"m going to plug you." He chuckled. "I think you'll find it very interesting." He pressed something against my opening. "Relax. This isn't a big one, but it will hit all your biggest triggers - and you'll be wearing it until bedtime."

"Y-y-y-yes, master? Oh!" My voice slid into the falsetto as the thing forced my muscle to open, then slipped all the way in and my sphincter snapped tight around the thin stem that attached the internal part to a shaped base. I felt a strap being tightened, securing it in place, but my head was spinning as the intruder hit my prostate and my imprisoned cock fought to escape its restraints. Every movement seemed to make the thing hit some new erogenous spot inside me. The cuffs were being released before I'd fully managed to get my voice back.

"There, that will warm you up nicely." Phil drew me upright and turned me round. He planted a kiss on my lips and whispered, "I plan to make your first fuck more than just special. Look on this as preparation."

"Y-y-y-yes, master." I shuddered as my cock exploded spunk into it's prison. The orgasm was the most powerful I'd ever experienced and he noticed.

"Ah." He kissed me again. "Don't think you're going to be released after that." He put an arm round my shoulders and turned me to face the others. "Clive, take Pat and give his chastity a flush. Then bring him back."

Clive steered me away from the seating to a small pool house. He grinned as he connected a thin hose to a nipple just below to lock. "Being plugged gets us all that way. The first time is always the most intense. Trevor loves to plug me and make me work in the garden." He studied me quizzically. "Ready? I'm just going to run some water through the penis tube. It'll flush everything clean. If you're going to be in that thing for a day or two, I'll have to show you how to keep yourself clean and fresh inside it."

I nodded. Things were moving too fast at the moment, and the plug in my butt was certainly making its presence felt.

"OK, here goes. Better spread your legs. Everything will spray out of the piss hole."

He wasn't wrong. A stream of water soon flushed the spunk out of the tube, but it also stimulated my circumcised cock head. It was a nice sensation, but again, the movement I made to spread my legs and then brace myself as the water streamed through, meant the plug filling my butt touched or pressed on several things that quickly got me 'excited' again. Once the hose was disconnected I dried my legs and crotch as thoroughly as I could and grinned at my companion.

"Does Trevor do this to you? It's quite a turn-on isn't it?"

He laughed. "You bet, but there's even better than this. Just wait, Phil will teach you how total surrender makes for the absolutely most fantastic sex you can imagine." He applied what looked like a grease gun to the nipple. "Stand still. This lube will make the cock tube a little less uncomfortable if you’re trying to stiffen up."

He was right, but it also stimulated my cock head as it slid inside the tube as I moved. The movement was just enough to be arousing, not enough to get off. We rejoined the others with me biting my lip as walking shifted the plug around in 'interesting' ways. Sitting almost sent me orgasmic again, but I managed to prevent it and slowly managed to relax enough to enjoy the jokes and banter around me.

A swim a little later produced some more stimulation, but then it was time for a light supper and then a full tour of the house. It was a super place, a real home even though it was a mansion with 'guest suites' and several reception rooms. Then there was the basement.

At first sight the basement was ordinary, but, at the touch of a concealed switch, a whole section of a wall swung aside and revealed a stone wall and an iron bound door. Phil swung this aside and steered me through it. It was a classic dungeon - straight out of some of the more exotic images from "Dungeons and Dragons."

"You'll get an intimate acquaintance with everything here in time, Pat. Still think you want to be my slave-lover?"

I turned slowly to face him. My fingers found the collar and I raised my lips to his. "Phil - Master - yes, I AM sure." I dropped to my knees and placed my hands behind me. "Master, please, allow me a request. Restrain me on something here and let me either suck your cock and, better, fuck me. Let me surrender myself here to your pleasure." I smiled up at him. "I want you to take my 'virginity' and finish what the plug is doing to me."

His hands cupped my face. "You're sure?"

"Yes, master. And when you've taken your pleasure here, chain me or restrain me, take me upstairs and make me pleasure you again." I touched the collar. "And, on Monday, I'd like to keep this on."

"Then stand up and come this way."

I obeyed and followed him to a strange looking seat. 

Helping me onto it he strapped my arms to the sides, and secured my body to the thing with wide belts. Then he secured my legs to the raised rests. "I've waited a long time for this, Pat. Now I'm going to gag you." He slipped the thick rubber penis into my mouth and clipped the strap behind my neck, then secured the buckle in front. Moving between my raised feet he undid the strap securing the plug. "Now I'm going to prepare your boy pussy the way I like it." The plug slipped out, drawing a grunt from me as the widest part stretched my muscle. 

I watched in awe as he slowly removed the rubber brief he'd been wearing and revealed the thick and long cut cock it had held. 

"Like what you see?" he asked as it slowly swelled and rose. 

It was big. At least nine inches and very thick. "Gnh!" I managed.

He chuckled. "I'll take it slow." He applied lube to my hole, working it inside me with his fingers, then applied more to himself and the shaft. "Ready?"

My eyes widened as he pressed the massive mushroom head to my opening. "Ngh ..." I began, then he was stretching my hole. "Gnnnngh!" I snorted as the pain of being stretched became reality. "Gaaaaaah!" As he slipped through my ring and sank slowly deeper.

"Relax," he crooned. "Don't fight it, try to pull it inside you."

Tears started in my eyes as he sank deep, but it was mingled pain and pleasure, his cock hitting my prostate and other spots inside me and these fired off their hormones, enzymes and stimulants. Suddenly the pain was gone and I wanted that complete union that can only come when your partner is fully joined to you, his pubis hard against yours. I gripped his cock with my sphincter and tried to draw him deeper.

He smiled. "That's the way. Nice and slow. There, now we are all the way in."

His pubic mound was hard against the base of the chastity belt. I sighed in pleasure and tried to squeeze his gorgeous tool as it filled me.

"Happy now, slave?"

I nodded carefully.

"Good. You feel every bit as good as I dreamed - better in fact." He leaned down, removed the gag and kissed my face. "Now I'm going to fill you with my spunk for the first time." He grinned. "And my slave is going to tell me how much he wants his master's sperm inside him." His hands undid the gag and removed it. "What do you want, slave?"

I gasped as he twisted his cock inside me. I sighed. Smiling up at him I begged, ”Please, Master, pump me full of your spunk. Let me feel your jizm filling my boy pussy.” An image presented itself to me. "Make me your total sex toy, Master. Your faceless little suck and fuck toy. I want to be totally controlled, I want to be used by you for your pleasure any time you wish it. Please, Master. Fill me with your cum so that I know I'm your toy and only your toy."  

For a moment he hesitated, then he grinned. "Very well." With that he began the rhythmic thrusting of his cock and I moaned in pleasure and frustration.

It took him all of ten minutes of steady fucking to reach his climax and then I felt the warm jizm erupt. "Ooooh! Oh Master. That feels so good! Please, Master let me have all of it - don't withdraw until you're fully emptied."

He laughed. "I won't." 

He was true to his word. When he finally pulled his slackening cock out of me, I was full of his spunk and it felt good. "Thank you, Master." I breathed in a whisper. 

He replaced my plug and began to loosen the restraints. "Remember what you asked for earlier?"

"Yes, Master."

"Do you still want it?"

I grinned. "Yes, Master. I want to be your faceless little fuck object and I'd like to be restrained, taken to your bed and fucked again."

He helped me to stand. "Good." Leading me to a cabinet he opened it. "Choose a hood and mask."

I scanned the masks inside, my pulse racing now. I picked out one that covered the head and most of the face, but left the mouth and chin free. I wanted to be able to suck him while wearing it. It left the face featureless, a rather robotic appearing device.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Master."

"Kneel down."

I obeyed and he lifted the thing out of the cabinet. Now I saw it was actually three masks, the inner a rubber hood that clamped over the whole face, lips sections fitting inside my lips, and nostril tubes fitting inside my nose. It was tight on the skin as he zipped it in place, then he fitted the second part, a moulded plastic helmet which encased my head and left only my eyes and mouth open. The third part was moulded black rubber and covered the plastic completely with a collar on my neck. It took several minutes to secure it properly and I realised there was no way thing would ever come off without the tools he was using. He helped me up again when he'd finished. "There. It will have to come off again so I can have your hair removed, but we'll wait for that until you're adjusted to it."

"Yes, Master."

"Now, turn around. I'm going to put you in manacles."

I obeyed, and stood still while he secured a steel bad around my waist, then cuffed my wrists to it and fixed heavy cuffs and chains to my ankles. More chains connected my ankles to my wrists and the bottom of my chastity belt, their weight doing interesting things to the plug in my butt. When he'd finished he turned me to face him again.

"What are you?"

"I'm my Master's faceless fuck, a sex toy for his pleasure, Master."

He laughed. "Well done. Remember, you asked to be this."

"Yes, Master."

"Good. So you no longer have a name. Names are for people, not a master's toy. From now on you are Slave. Or just Fuck." He regarded me with a smile. "Clear?"

"Yes, Master. I am Slave Fuck."

"Good. On your knees, Fuck. My cock requires sucking."

"Yes, master," I responded hoarsely as I sank to my knees and prepared to enjoy his freshly engorged cock. Once again he held out on me for a long time, but the gush of hot, salty spunk was worth the effort. He let me slurp and suck him clean, then pulled away.

"Stay there." He laughed. "You chose an interesting mask. You probably didn't see this bit. Open wide."

He was right, I hadn't seen the part he now fitted over my mouth and chin and the click of the locks as it clipped in place told me I was totally helpless now.

"Come on. Time to put you to bed. Tomorrow you're going to be the central Party Piece and you need some time to adjust and think about getting fucked again as soon as I'm ready."

Well, at least I got to lay in the bed in the room he'd assigned to me. OK, I was strapped to it, but I slept, cradled in his arms, and finally, somewhere around dawn, fucked again. As the day progressed I learned he was serious about me remaining in the hood and mask as well. At least I was getting regular doses of his spunk as we prepared the house for the party guests and I learned it was to be a "Dungeon Party" in the full sense of the words.

Late in the afternoon however, there was a change. Clive arrived to fetch me carrying a heavy set of manacles. At least I recognised him by his super physique, he was encased in head to foot black latex, even his eyes hidden by tinted lenses and a breathing mask covered his mouth and nose. He didn't speak, just indicated that I was to be restrained. As I couldn't speak either, I just submitted to being locked into the manacles, gradually becoming less and less mobile. He finished as Trevor arrived, carrying the parcel I'd seen Phil collect in the city.

"Good, he's all set. Bring him down to the dungeon so we can get him dressed for the Boss." He grinned at me. "I can't wait to see you in this outfit, Slave." He laughed. "And your master has another surprise lined up."

It took me ten minutes to walk down to the hidden door from the garden to the dungeon. There they removed the chastity belt and began to insert me into a heavy rubber suit. I'd never seen so many zippers, straps, buckles and laces on an outfit before and It was incredible to be slowly encased in it. While it initially left my cock and balls exposed, this didn't last. Once they had me encased up to my nippleline, my aroused cock was captured and encased in a reinforced codpiece, putting it well out of use. It took Trevor and Clive a full hour to fit me into the rubber bondage suit, secure all the straps and zippers and tighten the laces. I could just about move when they had done, and then they polished the rubber. 

Trevor stepped back. "Perfect. Phil is going to be really pleased." He grinned at me. "How do you like your present, Slave?"

"Mmf?"

"Forgotten what day it is?"

"Hnn?" Realisation dawned on me. "Nnn?"

"Well, this is your birthday party, kid. The boss has been planning it for quite a while." He laughed, signalling Clive. "Bring him upstairs to the reception room." 

Walking was just about possible, but it was more a shuffle. Clive, in his sealed rubber suit, steered me and helped as I struggled up the stairs. At the top we paused, facing a full length mirror. I almost shot my load at the sight of myself. I was my own wet dream, an object, denied my own sexual identity and turned into an object for the sexual gratification of my master. Next to me, Clive stood, likewise a mute sexual toy for his partner.

The 'Reception' Room was off the main entrance. Normally it was decorated with comfortable leather furniture and tonight was no exception, except almost everything had been transformed and right at the end, facing the door, was a bondage throne. I knew immediately who was going to be occupying it. Phil was waiting for us.

"Now there's a wet dream on legs." He smiled as I hobbled though the door. 

His own outfit was so damned hot to look at I would have dropped my load instantly if it had been possible. As it was I leaked precum into the steel and rubber prison anyway.

He gripped my elbow and guided me to the 'throne.' "Happy birthday, Slave." He chuckled. "Wait a minute. That hood doesn't work with this outfit." It took a matter of minutes for Clive to remove the helmet hoodmask I'd now worn for 24 hours. "That's better. Now I can demand a kiss from my Slave Fuck."

"A pleasure, sir," I grinned and responded to his embrace and kiss. As we broke it, I whispered, "Thank you. I'll never forget what you've shown me since yesterday."

He smiled. "Good, but I've only just started your training. Take a good look at your seat for the evening."

I did, seeing a dildo positioned where it would embed itself in my anus and what looked like part of a milking machine situated where it could be attached to someone's cock. A sort of mask of moulded rubber hung ready to cover the sitters face, the inside of the mask having a beautifully shaped rubber penis where it would gag the wearer. I stared at it. The face displayed on the outer side of the shiny black mask, was mine. I gulped and glanced at him. "I hope I don't disappoint you, master."

He fondled my rubber encased butt. "You won't, my darling. Now take your place."

Carefully I sat and let Clive slip a new, open face hood of rubber over my head and zip and lace it firmly in place. Then the three of them began to strap me firmly into place. When I was secure the other two stood back and Phil leaned closer, kissing me tenderly on the mouth.

"Now you're ready for the dildo, my beloved slave. It's going to slide up and be embedded in that hungry little boy hole of yours." He pecked my cheek again. "Ready?"

I swallowed and grinned a little uncertainly. "Yes, master."

"OK, here it comes." He pressed a switch and the thing, which had been touching my tight muscle since I sat down, pressed gently, but firmly upward.

"Nnngh." I bit my lip as it parted my muscle and slid into me. At least it, and my hole, were well lubricated, so, once it had forced my sphincter to open, it slid in easily. It stopped, fully embedded, some sort of broad base pressed against my crack.

"Well done, you're now ready for machine fucking on demand." He smiled at me. "I read your website fantasy to design this for you. Your visitors will be able to trigger the machine to randomly fuck you whenever they fancy." He began to remove my codpiece. "But this is the piece d' resistance." He removed the codpiece and moved the device I'd seen earlier into place. Slipping my rampant cock into the specially mounted tube, he secured it and several other items in place, including a broad and very heavy steel 'collar' around the neck of my scrotum, so that my balls were stretched away from my perineum. 

The tube felt great, soft, warm and comforting as it embraced my cock, but the 'collar' stretched my sack uncomfortably. "Yes, master. Thank you." I was trembling with arousal now, but helpless to seek any sort of relief. "Master has read my website?"

He chuckled. "Yes. I told you I'd been waiting for you for years. Of course I've read your fantasy site." He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly. "Don't worry, my beloved, I will make it all reality for you - but in a safe and secure way. I love you, I always have, and I won't allow anything that could harm you."

I returned the kiss passionately. "Thank you," I whispered. "I love you too. Promise me one thing, please?"

"What is it?"

"When the guests are gone, please take me to bed with you and let me suck your cock, then fuck me." I swallowed, blinking back a tear. "Please keep me as your slave after this. Don't send me back to the 'Y' — I can't give this up now."

"Count on it." He grinned. "You can count on it." He lifted the mask which would silence me and render me completely immobile. "Now, our first guests are arriving, so it's time to finish making you into the Party Piece for the evening."

I opened my mouth and accepted the gag, then waited as he secured the thing and adjusted the straps securing my head in the moulded rest. I could now see very little, the pinholes in the mask seriously restricted my view, but sharpening it somehow. I listened as he explained I could drink simply by sucking on the gag and I tested it. It was a refreshing cool liquid, and I was thankful. I'd been worried I might get nothing at all.

The first guests arrived soon after and, to my surprise, were some of the guys I worked with. They were all in BDSM leather or rubber outfits and it was easy to see who were the subs and who the doms. They all came over and wished me 'happy birthday' making jokes about it being a good way to celebrate and about how good I looked like this. It wasn't long before one of them, I guy I'd often wondered about, decided to test my response to being milked. He pressed the start button and grinned to the others. 

"The boss says he's been building up for twenty-four hours, but he's also fitted with a ball stretcher." 

The milking began gently. It felt good, but they were right, I'd been aroused for so long, my cock was soon eager to explode, but couldn't reach that final stage - the one where your balls lift and your spunk shoots from your gland. I groaned and they laughed.

"Looks like he's enjoying the frustration," one of the others said. "I must say, he looks every bit as hot as the Boss said. Come on, let him enjoy the milking. Let's go and get a drink."

They moved aside and others took their place. For a long time I was the centre of attention as more and more people arrived, came up, wished me 'happy birthday' and pressed one or other of the buttons. The devices were obviously fitted with a timer. Both operated for a limited time, just enough to raise me almost to orgasm, but then cut off. After a couple of hours of this I was almost out of my mind.

But eventually the combination became too much and I shot a heavy load into the milking tube. It was almost painful and I was dazed for a while afterward — during which the gentle fucking of the dildo was soothing. Around me the party stopped and applause erupted as lights on the 'throne' flashed.

"He's done it," the laughter and applause washed over me. 

As the daze cleared I realised that several of the guests were enjoying using another slave, and I watched in amazement as he sucked guy after guy, while, at the same time, being fucked by others and having his own cock sucked to cum after cum. By the time his master locked a hood on him and then secured him in a really heavy chastity belt, the guy was coated in spunk. They led him away in a gimp suit and another was brought in even as someone started the milker on me again.

By the time the last guests left, I'd shot twice more into the milker and was exhausted. Phil released me carefully and tenderly, to my surprise, leaving the mask in place. Helping me to my feet he supported me as my muscles protested at having been immobile for so long. "Come on, my dearest slave. It's time I fulfilled my promise to you."

He half carried me and half walked me, his faceless, bondage suited sex toy, to the bedroom I'd occupied the night before. Laying me on the bed he knelt and tenderly removed the mask, then bent down and kissed me passionately. I responded with a sigh of pleasure, whispering, "Thank you, master."

His gorgeous cock entered my mouth and I caressed it eagerly with my tongue. It tasted good - in fact it tasted better every time he allowed me this pleasure - and I revelled in the sheer pleasure of being under his control. He was more than aroused however, and came in great gushing pulses after only a few minutes. Obviously he'd taken no relief all night, a fact that made my heart leap with joy. But, when he was spent, he surprised me, by replacing the mask and gag, then began to feast on my eager cock.

He was an artist. He knew what he was doing and did it beautifully. I'd never dreamed that oral stimulation could be this good. He'd not removed the 'collar' and I'd emptied my balls three times already, so he kept me on the edge of a cum for a long, long time, but finally I tipped over the edge and this time did faint  as he greedily sucked my cum out of me. 

I recovered as he replaced the codpiece and was relieved that he'd finally removed the 'collar.' Then he kept the second part of his promise. He fucked me through ecstasy and out the other side. When he'd finally shot his load, we remained joined for a long time and I snuggled into his arms as he caressed me and whispered sweet nothings to me. Even when we finally separated, he held me as I drifted into contented sleep.

Dawn woke me. I was still encased in the bondage suit and nestled in the arms of my master and lover. I sensed he was awake and turned to press my masked face to his neck. My bladder was protesting, but I could feel his desire pressing against me and I dearly wanted to be impaled by it again. 

"I know. And I want it too," he whispered, "but first I think I need to empty your bladder." He rolled me over and pulled me up, then guided me to the toilet. With the codpiece removed, he held my semi-hard cock and aimed it at the toilet. Despite being aroused by the touch, my bladder simply had to release. When I'd finished, he made me bend down, then inserted an enema and seated me. The explosion was something else, but it emptied me completely, then he cleaned me, carefully washed my butt and then lubricated me.

By now I was fully hard and not restrained. 

Leading me back to the bed he laid me on it and attached some restraints. He grinned down at me. "Now I'm going to enjoy your pleasure pole, my little lover. Then I'm going to fuck you again." With that he went down on my cock. Again he proved his expertise and had me begging, pleading and desperate for ejaculation within a short space of time. When he eventually let me shoot my load I was almost out of my skull.

And then he fucked me into a trance.

I was barely aware of being removed from the bondage suit, but revelled in the refreshing shower he gave me before submitting to being locked into the chastity belt again, and then the faceless hood. I followed him downstairs to the breakfast room knowing I never wanted this to end. Monday was all to close, however, even though I knew what my answer would be if he asked.

The day passed all too quickly. 

Taking me back to the bedroom, Phil removed the hood from my head and kissed me. "Decision time, Pat. What is it to be? Remain my slave and live here? Or back to the 'Y' and just continue as an employee with some fun memories?" He held up a hand. "Yes, you'll keep your job, maybe with a raise and perhaps in a few years, promotion, even if you decide to go back to the way it was."

I fingered the collar. "I want to stay. But I can't go to work like this, so will I still have a job even if I stay?"

"Of course. And some things can stay - like the collar and the chastity belt - in fact, I think the chastity belt should stay on when you're not here." He smiled. "That will remind you who owns you and the collar can stay as well - it was designed to look decorative and be worn with your workwear."

I grinned and risked a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you. I love being your slave, Master. I want to remain here, your toy, your bondage boy to give you pleasure."

His arm drew me to him and his lips sought mine. "Then you will. We'll collect your stuff from the 'Y' tomorrow evening." He eased me down on the bed. "Now your master wants pleasuring." His rubber brief rolled down his legs and hit the floor as he moved over me. "Yes. He definitely wants pleasuring, but he wants to see his slave's face as he fucks him." 

I grinned up at him and parted my legs, raising them, and presenting my imprisoned crotch toward him, raising my legs to give him complete access. "Yes, Master, your slave is always ready to receive you."

His mouth crushed down on mine as his cock pressed against my hole. Our tongues entwined and he thrust his swollen knob against my anal muscle. I winced as he parted it, then moaned in pleasure as he slipped deep inside me, my legs wrapping around his torso as I arched myself to receive him.

"Master," I moaned. "I am yours. Never let me forget it." His mouth silenced me and he began to fuck me into ecstasy.

I was nervous as I climbed out of the car in the morning. The chastity device I was wearing made its presence felt, and the cut of the new slax  showed off my butt and thighs nicely. They also made my imprisoned 'package' rather more prominent. Especially in their chastity prison of hard resin. My open neck shirt, also new and expensive designer wear, showed the collar off to perfection. It did look decorative and I admit I liked the feel it gave me. Strangely it made me feel secure, something I'd not felt in years. I grabbed my satchel and walked toward the office with a bit of a spring in my step. Life was good, and I could look forward to plenty of fun for the future.

Passing through the security gate, the buzzer sounded. The Security Guard grinned. Turning his screen toward me, so I could see the image showing my chastity belt and collar, he chuckled. "Congratulations, Pat. I see you accepted an offer the boss has been planning for a while. You made a good choice."

Staring at the screen which showed my chastity belt beneath my clothes, I fingered the collar and returned the grin. "I know. I plan on making sure he isn't disappointed either."

"He won’t be." He laughed. "He's looking happier this morning than I've seen him in a long time."

I blushed. "Good. Now I better get the work.”

He laughed. “Keep him sweet. You won’t regret it.”

Making my way to my work station I booted up my computer, put away my things and checked my job list. A lot of small, but challenging jobs to be done, and I quickly settled down to start the first one. In its metal and resin prison, my cock stirred, settling comfortably as I set to work. I smiled, and, on an impulse, signed into my intranet profile, then changed my username to Happy Slave.