Quinn stands naked, his wrists shackled, the harsh lights of the auction house heightening his sense of exposure. He is waiting to see which of the Masters will select him. The room is packed with eager people; this is quite the spectacle for the citizens of Alpha Prime.
Quinn has been bred to be a sex slave to the Masters, wealthy men at the top of society who can have their pick of whomever they want.
The room awaits the arrival of Titan, the supreme Master. It would be a great honour to be picked by him. He is renowned for looking after his slaves, and when he grows tired and finds a new plaything, he makes sure the retired slave has a comfortable existence.
Titan enters, wearing rich dark leather clothing, walking along the row of slaves for sale, inspecting them. Quinn catches a scent of masculine cologne. As he approaches Quinn, his eyes narrow in interest, taking in the sight of the naked slave before him. Quinn’s defined muscles ripple under his taut skin, his blonde hair tousled. His cock hangs low between his legs, his balls heavy and full.
Quinn daren’t look Titan in the eye, instead staring down at the floor. His heart flutters. Does this Master want him?
Titan moves on, and the auction begins. Titan ignores the first couple of slaves, which go quickly for the smaller sum of 20,000 sovereigns. Then Quinn is roughly pushed forward.
“Here we have a prime specimen of Alpha Prime meat.”, the auctioneer begins, “built for stamina, muscular, with, I think you’ll agree, gentlemen, a perfectly formed set of cock and balls”. He orders Quinn to turn, “and a perfect pair of glutes, ripe for fucking - or more”. This causes a ripple of laughter to go around the room. “Who’ll start me at 20,000 sovereigns?”
Titan speaks, “200,000”. The room goes silent. No one dares offer higher than the supreme Master. Quinn is his; a tiny smile plays on Titan’s lips.
Titan approaches Quinn. Quinn still does not dare to look up. Titan whispers in Quinn’s ear. “You are mine”. A shudder of excitement runs down Quinn’s back, and he glances up, drawn to his new Master’s package. The leather of his trousers clearly outlines a hefty penis. He takes in the fitted silk shirt, wondering what his Master looks like beneath.
With a deep voice, Titan chuckles, “Do you like what you see?” Quinn blushes, finally daring to look up into his Master’s steel grey eyes. Titan eyes him up and down approvingly. “You’re my property now, although it’s not just about ownership. I like my toys to be satisfied. To indulge their cravings and help them discover new ones. If you obey me and satisfy my needs, you will have a charmed life.” His expression hardens, “but cross me, and you will know pain”.
Quinn’s body tenses imperceptibly as a flash of desire runs through him. His cock swelling ever so slightly. Titan runs his hand over Quinn’s chest and down to his cock, grasping his bollocks. “Are you ready to serve me?” “Yes, sir”. Titan releases him, his slave’s submission sending a jolt through him. His dominance is complete, unquestioned, and accepted - as it should be.
He nods his approval, turning to his manservant. “Take him to the mansion.”
After a short journey, they arrive at the Master’s mansion. Quinn knew that his Master was wealthy, but the sheer scale of the place takes his breath away. They enter through a side entrance and down to a lavish suite of rooms, where he waits for the return of his Master.
After what felt like an eternity, Titan was at the door. “Slave, stand when I enter the room”. “Yes, sir”. Quinn rises to his feet, his naked body on full display for his Master. His heavy cock lays over his balls. Titan takes a step closer, running his hands over Quinn’s toned arms. “Tonight, you will experience what it means to belong to the supreme master.” Titan says with a lustful smile, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir”. “Excellent”. Titan takes a step back and runs his eyes over Quinn’s body. Licking his lips subconsciously despite himself. His thoughts are full of what is to come next and how this man will become his plaything.
“Undress me slowly,” Titan demands. His voice is that of a man used to getting his way.
Dressed in attire befitting a man of his importance, he cuts an imposing figure. His dark, soft leather trousers hug his muscular thighs tightly, highlighting the strength and power that resides within them. A black silk shirt clings to his chiselled chest, revealing well-defined pectorals and abs etched with hard muscle from countless hours honing his physique. His posture straight, his shoulders squared, and every movement deliberate and controlled as he waits for Quinn to follow his instructions.
Quinn gets straight on his knees, looking up into the eyes of his new Master. He leans down and deliberately unties his Master’s shoelaces before slipping his shoes and socks off. Quinn looks up, “May I kiss your feet, Sir? “Titan smiles, happy with this request; it shows his new slave will be thoughtful and compliant. “Very well, slave.”
Quinn leans forward and gently raises his Master’s foot. Being in such a submissive position fills him with excitement. He begins with small kisses to the top of the feet, then sucking his Master’s toes. Titan, while outwardly remaining expressionless, is internally taking great pleasure in this. This slave shows great promise. His penis begins to swell inside his leather trousers.
Quinn stands his penis at half-mast, feeling a surge of arousal at the thought of being submissive to his Master. He opens the first button of his Master’s shirt and gasps as he opens the second, revealing tight pecs. Overcome with desire, he leans in to kiss them in the heat of the moment, forgetting all about asking for permission.
A low rumble of annoyance emits from his Master’s mouth. “Remember your place, slave; however, I appreciate your enthusiasm. Now undress me fully.”
Quinn felt both reprimanded and rewarded at the same time as he proceeded to strip his Master down to his waist. By now, Quinn’s erection was swollen to its fullest, pointing almost straight upwards. He looks down at Titan’s trousers and frowns, seeing Titan’s hard cock pushing against the leather material. Concerned, he asks for permission again. “Master, I will find it difficult to remove your trousers without touching your impressive cock. Am I allowed?”
Titan smiles indulgently, “Yes, you may touch it briefly while undressing me.”
Quinn swiftly unbuckles the belt and unfastens the button on Titan’s trousers, his fingers grazing the leather material and revealing a glimpse of Titan’s engorged cock straining against the fabric. As the zip comes down, Quinn’s eyes widen at the sight of Titan’s designer briefs, tented and stained with precum. The briefs cling tightly to Titan’s hard cock and large balls, barely containing their size. Quinn carefully removes the trousers and folds them, his eyes never leaving the teasing outline of Titan’s cock in the briefs.
Quinn carefully hooks the elastic of the briefs over Titan’s cock and then pulls them down. Titan’s cock slaps back into his abs, a big splash of precum hits Quinn’s lips. Quinn subtly licks his lips and then puts the underwear on a chair next to the trousers.
He stands back, his arms behind him, awaiting his next instruction. Titan notes Quinn’s rigid arousal, “Good”, his deep voice thick with desire and authority. “Now turn over and bend at the waist.” Quinn turns, holding his ankles, his ass on display. His cock jerks as he waits in anticipation. Will he be spanked or fucked?
Quinn senses movement behind him. Without any warning, Titan slams into Quinn forcefully, burying himself deep inside Quinn’s hole with one powerful stroke. Roaring as he takes his first pleasure.
Quinn can’t help but jerk up. The sudden invasion takes him by surprise, and it hurts. Titan growls, “I said, be still”. He continues to thrust, “Relax into it. Your body will adjust to my size soon enough.” He continues to pound Quinn as Quinn finds the pain overtaken by fierce pleasure.
Titan feels enormous power as he dominates his sub, it has been a while since he has taken a new slave, and the tightness of his arse is intoxicating. A primal hunger awakens deep within him, his breath becoming deeper as he prepares to release his seed into this slave. With one final forceful push, Titan plants himself entirely inside Quinn. His climax crashes through him as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through his penis. Leaving him breathless but wholly satisfied.
Quinn’s dick twitches as he feels his Master’s load filling his arse.
Titan leans and gently kisses Quinn’s neck before standing up straight again. “Welcome to your new life, slave”, he says as he gathers his clothes up. Quinn watches longingly. His erection screams for attention. Somehow, he knows not to touch it until his Master has left. Titan is on his way out of the door when he turns and says, “Your seed and your pleasure are always mine to allow or deny. Only touch your penis when necessary, and you will only orgasm with my permission.”
Disappointed, Quinn says, “Yes, Sir”. And then Titan is gone.
Quinn kneels, his erection refusing to go away. Cruely, his predicament is turning him on, making him harder. He glances at the door, and subconsciously, he touches his finger to the precum drooling from his glans. He tastes it. He thinks to himself, surely a little stroke won’t hurt. He grasps his shaft and pulls his long foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock. The forbidden nature of what he is doing makes it all the more thrilling.
Quinn starts to massage his balls with his other hand while still wanking himself. Surely, if he doesn’t ejaculate, then it won’t count as pleasuring himself.
Meanwhile, in another room, Titan watches closed-circuit screens showing him what Quinn is up to. He frowns, knowing that if he doesn’t punish this behaviour, his slave will be spoilt.
Unaware he’s being watched, Quinn continues to stroke himself. He gets closer to orgasm and stops. He is unsure about crossing the final line.
Eventually, the need to cum outweighs his fear of his Master. What he can’t see won’t hurt. He starts stroking his dick again. His hand moves with a purpose, gliding up and down his length with a smooth rhythm. His balls tighten against his body. His reason is overcome by desire, and he begins to masturbate hard. If he cums in his hand, he can lick it all up, and his Master will never know it happened.
Titan watches the screen intently. He decides on Quinn’s penalty.
Quinn’s heart pounds as he approaches the no-turning point, a soft moan escaping his lips as he feels a warmth spreading from his nuts through his penis as waves of forbidden pleasure rush through his cock. Coating his stretched-out hand in cum. He raises it to his mouth and closes his eyes, and sucks it clean. Savouring the tangy taste of his semen.
Quinn opens his eyes to see his Master standing in front of him—a look of furious displeasure on his face.
Titan stands, aroused by his anger and ready to reveal the full force of his dominance. He wraps his hand around Quinn’s throat in a display of control, pulling him up forcefully onto his feet. “I told you not to pleasure yourself without permission, and you chose to disobey me”. His voice trails off as he prepares to dish out Quinn’s punishment.
“I decide when you are permitted to ejaculate, not you. This is what happens when you do not follow my orders.”
He grasps Quinn’s cock and balls, pulling them hard away from Quinn’s body, squeezing them painfully before releasing them. “On your knees”. Quinn gets on his knees, arms behind his back.
Titan stands before him, raises his foot behind himself and kicks Quinn hard in the balls, the impact reverberating through Quinn’s body. “You will respect my authority,” he barks and kicks him again. Quinn’s erection has not subsided. If anything, it has come back harder. Titan looks down and, despite his anger, smiles with disbelief. Giving Quinn two more swift kicks before sitting down and telling him to lie across his lap.
Quinn’s erection is uncomfortably crushed as his body weight forces it into his Master’s firm thigh. Titan raises his hand and slaps Quinn’s firm glutes. Quinn gasps in pain as his Master continues, repeatedly slapping him. Quinn’s cheeks glow red from the onslaught.
Titan’s anger has not yet dissipated, and he throws Quinn to the floor, dragging him by the hair into a room next door. Quinn’s eyes look around fearfully as he takes in a dungeon space.
Titan leads him to a rope hanging from a hook in the ceiling and ties Quinn’s hands high above his head. Titan stands looking at how it makes Quinn’s muscles taught, glistening in the light. Quinn’s cock is still rock hard. He lives for this. Titan kicks Quinn’s legs apart. Then he takes a whip from the shelf—a long, thin whip designed to inflict pain.
He stands to the side and, with a sharp flick of his wrist, whips Quinn’s already burning ass, leaving a welt across it. He then moves to the front and whips his chest, causing waves of agony to course through his body. Finally, he stands behind him and curves the whip up between his legs. Quinn convulses as the whip lands on his testicles, his entire being trying to escape from the searing pain. Titan angles the whip deeper and catches the tip of Quinn’s penis, eliciting a piercing scream from him. Before dropping the whip, he lashes at Quinn’s testicles once more.
Titan stands, his body against Quinn’s. “Have you learnt your lesson?” “Yes, Master, I have.” Titan kisses Quinn. “Your body is mine, and mine alone to do with as I wish.” Titan pushes his tongue into Quinn’s mouth and gives him a warm, open-mouthed kiss. Quinn responds, moaning with pleasure as he relaxes into the kiss.
Titan moves behind him, lining his cock up with Quinn’s arse. He slowly pushes in, relishing the gradual increase of pressure on his cock. His eyes narrow in determination as he starts to slam into Quinn over and over again. He changes his position, getting maximum pleasure from varying the angle of his entry.
Titan’s breath quickens as he senses Quinn’s arousal building rapidly inside him, the thought of bringing his slave to orgasm by his skilled fucking alone causing him to grow even more turned on by the moment. With each deep push into the submissive body before him, Titan’s desire surges higher until it threatens to consume him entirely.
Quinn turns his head and begs to be allowed to cum. Titan softens, the intensity of the moment reducing his anger. He reaches for Quinn’s throbbing erection, holding his swollen meat in his hand. He speeds up his thrusts into the warmth of his slave’s body.
Finally, Titan wanks Quinn, whispering, “cum for me, Slave.” Quinn clamps his arse on Titan’s cock as his orgasm rips through his body. Jet after jet of his cum sprays all over the floor in front of them. Titan, with a final thrust into Quinn’s tight hole, throws his hips forward and holds his cock deep inside. He roars as he unloads within him.
Holding Quinn tight, their bodies slick with fresh sweat. He removes his cock from Quinn’s panting body.
He gives him one final slap on the ass. “Learn from this.” He walks out, leaving Quinn hanging there, an ass full of cum. Satiated and tired after all their exertions. He falls asleep despite the uncomfortable position he finds himself in, drifting off into a post-orgasmic haze.
