Once my Friend, Now My Master

I woke up on my hands and knees, naked, with my ankles and wrists fastened to the basement floor. The last thing I remember was having a few beers with my best friend, Ryan outside. We were talking and laughing like we usually do before getting jumped by this group of big dudes. That’s all I remember.

I was terrified, cold, hungry, and thirsty when I came to. I was looking around the basement, but couldn’t find any clues in my eyesight. After a long time, I heard a door open and footsteps followed. Down the stairs came a guy and I looked up to see who it was. Ryan. He was wearing the same clothes he was wearing the other night-- tight green sweatpants and his tight, navy blue t-shirt. I was very confused but said “thank God you’re here, help get me out of here.” He laughed. I shook my head and said “alright dude, c’mon.” He went around to my backside and spanked my ass. I said “what the fuck is wrong with you dude, help me up bro.” Finally, Ryan said something. “Peter, I bought you.” I squinted. “I own you now.” I shook my head and yelled back, “what!?” Ryan chuckled, “I bought you and I own you now.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was my best friend and he just bought me like I was merchandise. “This little black market company lets you pick who you want and they take him and implant this little buzzer in and give him to you. I picked you. Speaking of...” Ryan grabbed this little remote from his pocket, waved it, and clicked it. I felt an excruciating pain all the way down my spine. It felt like my skeleton was going to collapse. Tears started rolling down my eyes. Ryan smiled, “that’s handy.” He grabbed two large pieces of metal. I couldn’t make them out at first, but I then noticed they were branding irons. He went to heat them up and I started sweating nervously. Why would he do this? He was my best friend. Almost robotically, he planted one firmly on my left ass cheek as I let out a deafening shriek in pain. He kept the red hot iron on it for a good 10 seconds. SImilarly he burned my right ass cheek. His initials “R. M.” were now branded across my butt. “That’s more like it,” Ryan uttered in approval. Tears welled up in my eyes again and Ryan began to depart upstairs. “Your training starts tomorrow.”

I couldn’t sleep all night. I was wondering what Ryan meant by “training.” My stomach was rumbling and my mouth was painfully dry. When he finally came downstairs, he was wearing a tight white t-shirt with red flannel and khaki pants. Before saying anything he pressed the button again to get the shock down my spine. I looked straight at the floor and clenched my teeth to hold the tears in this time. He kept his finger down on the button for a while and my body began to shake. I couldn’t help myself but I let out another squeal. Finally, he let go. “You’re my slave now. What I say goes. From now on, you’ll only address me as ‘sir’. You’re gonna do a lot of things for me but your most important duties are as follows. When I want a blowjob, you will suck my cock. When I want to fuck you, you will sit and take it. When I have to piss you will open your mouth and swallow. When I have to take a shit, you will lay down on your back and I will sit on your face and let one go.” I was speechless. He approached me after undoing his pants with his exposed cock. “Open your mouth.” Part of me didn’t want any more pain, but there was no way I was sucking Ryan’s dick. I shook my head. He laughed and slapped me across the face. “Open your mouth, let’s not make this any harder than it has to be.” Again, I shook my head. Ryan rolled his eyes and put his dick away. “Why are you making me do this?” He took his belt off and went around to my back side. Crack! He slapped me across the back with his belt. Crack. Whip. Crack. Whip. Crack. Again and again, Ryan struck my back and I was in pain. He repositioned in an athletic squat. Crack. Whip. Crack. Whip. Crack. Whip. Crack. Whip. Crack. Whip. Crack. Whip. Crack. Whip. Crack. Whip. Crack. Whip. Again and Again. Ryan began to sweat a bit on his forehead. He wiped the sweat and whipped again and again. My back was stark red and in loads of pain. Finally he stopped. He rested his belt on my neck and returned to face me. I thought he was going to be done, but he clicked the button yet again and I was whimpering in pain as he caught his breath from beating me. After some time, he seemed to have caught his breath and picked up the belt again. Crack. Whip. Crack. After many more hits, he returned the bloody belt to my neck. He then pulled down his pants and fucked me from the back without warning. He thrusted quickly in and out. Ryan wasn’t the most nimble guy, but he was very strong. He had a perfect chest, gigantic arms, and big legs. Each thrust into my asshole from his cock hurt. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the beating I had just endured but bad nonetheless. Thrust. In and out. In and out. He would occasionally slap my branded asscheeks. In and out, in and out. Raw-- no lube. In and out his dick went. Finally, he came in butt. He got up and pulled his pants back and grabbed the belt. “We’ll try again tomorrow,” Ryan said.

The next day, Ryan came down to the basement with a tray of dog food and a small cup of water. He told me if I was obedient today, I would get to eat and drink. I had not eaten or drank in 2 days. Similar to yesterday, he pulled out his dick. This time, he said “I gotta take a fat piss.” I remember from being his friend for a long time that he took long pisses. I took a deep breath and bowed my head down. No part of me wanted to do this. I would be accepting my role as his bitch and his slave. Almost every part of me wanted to make another stand. But, I do not think I could endure a beating to the level I had endured yesterday. There were welts on my back. Reluctantly, I raised my head and opened my mouth. “Good bitch,” he said. He stuck his cock in my mouth and a couple seconds later began to piss. The bitter taste and smell were so gross. I was trying to keep up with his powerful stream by swallowing it. Some of Ryan’s piss was dripping out of the sides of my mouth but I got most of it. It really burned the back of my throat and was truly one of the foulest tastes ever. Not to mention, his cock itself filled my mouth. After a long piss, he shook out some drips and was finished. “That felt good,” proclaimed Ryan. “Now, time for a blowjob.” His cock had just exited my mouth and now, I had to deal with it again. I was quicker to decide this time though. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked my first dick. I moved my head forward and back as Ryan smirked down upon me with his hands on his hips. “You cracked quicker than I thought you would.” I was disgusted with myself. I moved my tongue around his dick as my head continued to take his cock in and out. Again and again. His dick smelled so bad but I continued on. After about 5 minutes, I saw Ryan tilt his head back as I was sucking his rock hard dick. It swelled and cum squirted into my mouth in loads. I swallowed like an obedient slave. As his cock left my mouth, one of his blonde pubes stayed in and I spat it out. I cleaned off his tip with my tongue as I was told and I gave my first blowjob. He pulled his pants up, but took his belt off. Crack. Whip. Crack. Whip. My red back was taking another beating. “The head wasn’t bad, but you used too much teeth.” He laid into my back with the belt again and again until I started to bleed. When I was done receiving my beating from Ryan, he removed my shackles. I was ready to go run, but he pressed the button. “Remember, you can’t ever get away” as he waved the remote in my face. “We have one piece of training left.” I gulped. “Lay down on your back.” “But sir, my back is sore from the beating.” He pressed the button and I squealed. “I’m not asking again.” I laid on my back. He pulled his pants down again. This time, turning around. I saw his exposed, muscular, white ass. It had some hair on it and some stretch marks from all his leg workouts. “Ready for the last piece of training?” I started to breathe heavily. “Open your mouth nice and wide.” I took a deep breath and obeyed. My back was in excruciating pain scraping across the basement ground. He lowered down and sat on my face. All his weight was on my face. I thought my skull was going to explode. I could feel the blonde hairs on his buttcrack and smell his butt, but couldn’t see too much as his ass pressed against my face. I kept my mouth open as he said and laid there. Waiting. All of a sudden, I smelled something like I never had before. I thought the piss was bad, but this was worse. A large log of shit slowly exited Ryan’s ass into my mouth. It kept coming and eventually pinched off once it hit the bottom of my throat. My face was in pain and all I could taste and smell was Ryan’s dump. Some more came out to continue to fit my mouth. I let it stay in my mouth as it continued to fall in. I was his personal toilet. Eventually, he got up and looked down at my mouth full of his shit. “Swallow it.” I began to chew it. If I had any food in my stomach, I may have thrown up. It was solid but easy to chew. Little by little, I swallowed it. It was the grossest taste I’ve experienced in my life. When I finished, he commanded me to my knees. “Stick your tongue out.” I did. Grabbing the hair on the back of my head, he moved my face up and down his hairy buttrack to wipe his ass. My tongue was his toilet paper. He checked my tongue. “Still a little brown.” He continued to wipe his butt with my tongue until it was clean. Up and down for a full minute. “Your training is complete. I hope you're ready to do that for the rest of your life. Sadly, defeated, I uttered “yes sir.” “Good bitch, now eat your food.” He pulled his pants up and went upstairs.

One month later

I had now been Ryan’s slave for a month. Everyday since, I blew him, took his dick in my ass, drank his piss multiple times, and ate his shit. I took many beatings when my performance wasn’t up to standard. Since then, I have been let upstairs. I now also cook food for him, clean the house, and do his laundry among other things. Recently, his recliner broke, so I also serve as his footrest whenever he is watching tv. If I continue to be a good boy, I will be allowed to wear underwear for the winter months. 2 Sundays ago, I was completely used in every way. Since it was football season, master Ryan watched the games for the whole day. Thus I spent most of the day on my hands and knees as his footrest. He sat on his chair with his feet kicked up on my back for most of the day. I did his laundry before the games started, while he was still sleeping. Occasionally, I would get up to drink his piss. His piss was bitter and dehydrating, but I had to do it. At halftime of the noon games, I was told to make his bagel, turkey, and cheese sandwich and get him a glass of water. He took his feet off my back, kicked me, and I got up to do as I was told. When I returned with his food, he took it and placed it on the table. Afterwards, he snapped his fingers and pointed to his cock. As I learned, this meant I had to blow him. I dropped to my knees and pulled down his sweatpants and got to work. I went quickly. Up and down. In and out. My tongue rubbed around his long white cock and his pink tip as I obeyed. His eyes were closed at the ceiling until he cummed. Upon swallowing, I immediately returned to the footstool position and he ate his lunch while the second half of the games started. I was very hungry as I had not eaten the day prior and the smell of the bagel made me even hungrier. He commented on the sandwich being very good. Between bites he laughed and said “I got you good last night huh?” He had given me a drunken beating last night for his entertainment and new welts formed over the countless cars across my back. I replied “yes sir, it was a very good beating.” He laughed hysterically. A few hours after finishing lunch, the afternoon games were close to halftime. Ryan got up and said “I have to take a shit.” I got in position. The back of head was pressed on his chair while my body was uncomfortably positioned to not get in his way. I opened my mouth for him. I used to be his friend and now, I’m his slave and toilet. His round, muscular ass lowered to my face and plopped on it. It put a lot of pressure on my neck as well as my head as it was all that rested on the chair. Sundays were his worst shits as the alcohol from the Saturdays before would make it vile. It was very creamy and entered my mouth. This was so gross. I let him have at it for a good 15 minutes, not like I had much of a choice. He squeezed out what left he had until he was satisfied. When he was finished he got up and said “flush” which was my new code word to swallow his shit. It was now time to get up close and personal with his high and tight, muscular ass. I stuck my tongue out and he grasped my hair. Up and down, my tongue went. This was a creamy shit, so it took a lot of wiping. He turned his eyes off the tv to check my tongue. There was still a lot of brown, so he had to keep cleaning himself up. Finally, his ass was clean. He pulled his pants up and I was back to his footrest for the next several hours.

This is my life now. I am master Ryan’s toilet. I am his sex slave. I do his cleaning and cooking. I take beatings. I am his footrest. I message his feet when he wants me to. Once a friend, now my master.