Hunter and Westin used to be married, a military couple whose relationship was a clash of strong wills and personalities. Hunter served in the Army as military police, while Westin, in the Air Force, worked as an electrician. Despite their love, their marriage faltered under the strain of both trying to assert dominance, leading to a divorce. Eight years later, Hunter discovered a deeper part of himself—an inherent submissiveness that he couldn’t deny. Identifying as a slave, he yearned to reconnect with Westin, realizing that his ex-husband was the one he wanted to serve.
However, Westin had moved on and was now in a relationship with someone else, a person with a dominant personality and a spiritual connection with Westin. Yet, the bond between Hunter and Westin was reignited through idle chit chat on Snapchat, rekindling old feelings. Westin, while loyal to his partner, was intrigued by Hunter’s plea to serve him, not sexually, but in a submissive capacity.
Hunter’s persistence paid off, and Westin agreed to let him serve. Hunter bought a plane ticket to Ohio, planning to spend three days as Westin’s slave. The anticipation built up as Hunter arrived in Ohio, taking an Uber from the airport to Westin’s house. Upon arrival, he followed Westin’s instructions and entered the house. The familiar scent brought back memories as he found the uniform laid out for him—a pair of whitey tighties and a wife beater.
Changing quickly, Hunter’s heart raced as he approached the living room. Westin was waiting on the couch, an air of authority about him. Hunter felt a rush of submission as he rounded the corner, knelt before Westin, and said, “How can I serve you, Daddy?”
Westin’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of nostalgia and curiosity crossing his face. “I need lunch,” he said, his voice steady.
Hunter felt a thrill at the command. “Yes, Daddy!” he responded with enthusiasm, rising to his feet. He moved to the kitchen, his mind focused on the task at hand. Preparing lunch was a simple act, but to Hunter, it was an offering, a demonstration of his willingness to serve.
Minutes later, Hunter returned, a plate of carefully made sandwiches and a glass of iced tea in hand. He knelt before Westin, presenting the plate with reverence. “Lunch is ready, Daddy.”
Westin took the plate, his gaze lingering on Hunter. There was a moment of silence, charged with unspoken words. Hunter kept his head bowed, awaiting further instructions. The room felt alive with a new dynamic, a shift from their past roles to this present, powerful connection.
“Stay there,” Westin commanded, his voice softer now but still authoritative. “I want to see you while I eat.”
Hunter nodded, the submissive thrill coursing through him. He stayed kneeling, eyes on the floor, feeling a sense of peace and purpose he had never known before. This was where he belonged, serving the man he once loved in a way that fulfilled his deepest desires.
As Westin savored the last bite of his lunch, Hunter remained on his hands and knees, a position of submission that he had come to embrace wholeheartedly. With a snap of his fingers and a downward motion Hunter, well-versed in his duties as a slave, immediately dropped to his hands and knees, allowing Westin to rest his feet upon his back. The sensation of being used in such a manner sent a thrill through Hunter, his excitement building with each passing moment.
"Good boy," Westin's words of praise were like music to Hunter's ears, igniting a sense of fulfillment within him.
Hunter reveled in the feeling of servitude, relishing every moment of being under Westin's control. As Westin finished his meal and removed his feet, Hunter remained on the floor, knowing his place until given further instructions—a display that pleased Westin immensely.
"You're learning quickly, fag," Westin's teasing tone was laced with a mix of dominance and affection, his use of the term only fueling Hunter's desire to please. He then ordered Hunter to rise, signaling a shift in their interaction. With no immediate task at hand, Westin decided to test Hunter's initiative by tasking him to determine the next course of action.
Understanding that cleaning up after lunch was the priority, Hunter efficiently completed the task while Westin observed. After completing the cleaning Hunter approached Westin humbly, Hunter sought permission to present a gift he had brought—a bottle of Westin's favorite scotch. Westin's delight was evident as he accepted the gesture, his approval clear.
Noticing Hunter's growing, Westin's eyes glinted with amusement as he teased about the need for a cock cage by saying “that fag suckler needs to be caged, boy”, eliciting a submissive response from Hunter “Yes, Daddy.”
Pleased with his slave's reaction, Westin declared that Hunter had earned a reward. Hunter, still on his knees, expressed his gratitude, his eagerness palpable.
Westin, seizing the moment, grabbed Hunter's face, pulling it closer as he spat on Hunter's face and into his mouth. Hunters heart was racing with excitement as he looked into Westins eyes and said “Thank you, Daddy”, his submission unwavering.
Hunter still on his knees and now covered in a light layer of Westin’s spit asked with excitement “can I pour you a drink, Daddy?” Westins commanding voice sent a shiver up Hunters spine as he offered a resounded “Yes, fag”.
Following Westin's orders, Hunter rose to pour a drink of the scotch, presenting it on his knees as a token of his servitude.
Impressed by Hunter's dedication, Westin allowed him to attend to his duties, prompting Hunter to inspect the house for tasks. As Hunter busied himself with gathering laundry, the sound of ice clinking in a glass from the living room caught his attention. Without hesitation, Hunter rushed back to Westin on his knees, offering to refill his drink, a gesture of his unwavering commitment to serving his Daddy.
“Can I refill your drink, Daddy?” Hunter asked with his excitement growing.
“Get to it boy!” Westins authoritative voice was enough to make Hunters knees shake.
Hunter returned shortly with a full glass presented to Westin on his knees. Westin took the glass and offered a slap across Hunter’s face with a cheeky “good slave. Now back to work”
Hunter responded “thank you, Daddy” and stood up to complete his chores, stopping only when the sound of the ice echoed again indicating another refill was necessary.
As the chores began to come to a finish a light knock came from the door. Hunter could hear Westin sigh as he began to the door. Westin looked at Hunter with confusion.
“You said I needed a cage, Daddy. This is the delivery.”
Westin slid back into his spot on the couch keeping a close eye on Hunter as he grabbed the delivery bag off the front deck and slipped into the bathroom.
A short few minutes later Hunter emerged from the bathroom and presented the packaging to Westin on his knees.
“I know serving you these next few days isn’t about sex. Here is the packaging as proof, Daddy”
Westins eyes locked on the package, a look of shock crossed his face as he tossed the empty package to the floor. “Show Daddy anyways”
“Yes, Daddy” Hunter said as he rose to his feet and pulled down his uniform underwear and displayed he was in fact locked.
“Good faggot” Westin said motioning his hand for Hunter to pull his uniform back up.
“Thank you, Daddy” Hunter said as he moved back to finishing his chores.
As Hunter enters the house from taking garbage out he hears Westin calling from the living room “come here faggot!”
Hunter rushes to kneel at Westin “yes, Daddy?”
“Don’t get too excited. You’re going to like this and hate it at the same time, boy. You’ve earned this, but I won’t let you get immense sexual gratification from it. I have to piss so I expect you kneeled outside the bathroom door for when I’m done. You will keep your eyes closed and tongue out and will not open your eyes until instructed. Is that clear boy?”
“Yes Daddy!”
Westin approaches the bathroom and is impressed to see that it’s not only clean, but perfectly stocked and ready as you would find a luxury hotel bathroom. As he enters Hunter lowers to his knees with his eyes closed. The sound of hearing Westin inside the bathroom makes Hunters cock twitch inside the caged prison. As the toilet flushed Hunters body began to shake in anticipation, his breathing increased as the door slowly opened and it felt the warmth of Westins cock first hit his tongue and the taste of a drop of piss washed over it before his cock quickly left the top of Hunter tongue just as quickly as it arrived.
“You’re a sick fag. I bet you loved that” Westins voice made Hunter’s legs tremble with excitement as he sat in the kneeling position with his eyes still closed awaiting the command to get up.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy” Hunters was confident, but the sound of excitement in his voice was clear.
Westins hand slapped across Hunters face throwing another wave of ecstasy through his body. “On your feet. Back to work” Westin commanded.
Hunter rose to his feet quickly noticing that it was approaching time for dinner and went to work. Hunter knew that to really impress Westin with his cooking skills he had to step it up, so he gathered his supplies and headed outside. In full view of the neighbors he prepared a perfectly seared, perfectly cooked steak before returning inside to set the table for one.
Approaching Westin Hunter again lowered to his knees “Dinner is served, Daddy”. Hunter stayed in his position as Westin moved to the table and took a seat, his eyes locked on the floor. He could hear Westin cut into the steak and the knife slide back down to the plate.
“Crawl over here boy. On your knees!” Westin commanded.
Hunter crawled over to Westin wondering if he had cooked the steak improperly. Westin grabbed Hunters face in his hand and without warning or hesitation covered Hunters face in spit once again. “Good job boy”.
“Thank you, Daddy!” The excitement in Hunters voice was palpable.
“Crawl under the table and face Daddy” Westin ordered.
Hunter could feel his heart about to beat out of his chest as he followed Westin’s order.
“You’ve earned this, but you better not fuck it up!” Westin said as he pulled Hunters face into his crotch.
Hunter could feel Westins soft cock against his face. He knew this was the reward for his good service, but he knew better than to even let a single drop of saliva touch Westin. He was just to sit there and enjoy the moment of being this close to his dick. As Hunters face was set he could feel Westin slowly becoming erect. It felt bigger than he remembered. The adrenaline rushed through his body and he wanted so badly to please Westin he continued to rest his face until he felt the chair slide out.
“Impressive boy. The old sub I knew wouldn’t have had that level of self control. You would’ve disobeyed me and done what you wanted.”
“Thank you, Daddy”
Westin moved back to the couch and signaled for Hunter to return to his feet and get back to work. As the tv echoed in the background Hunter got to work collecting the dirty dishes. The cage pushed back his insisting erection causing his balls to ache which just made his erection want to grow even more. After finishing his chores Hunter approached Westin again on his knees to inform him the work was completed. Westin signaled for Hunter to return to a foot stool position and propped his feet on hunters back once more.
As the night drew on Hunter began to relive the pleasure the day brought him. His mind wandering he almost didn’t hear Westins snap to return to a kneeling position.
“Get the shower running for me, boy” Westin commanded.
“Yes, Daddy!” Hunter responded while jumping into action. Hunter moved with a purpose to the bathroom where he first grabbed a towel to put in the dryer on high heat and moved back to the shower. Hunter balanced the hot and cold perfectly to what he could remember Westin liked before returning to his kneeling position in front of Westin.
“The shower is running, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Westin said with a smirk as he stood. “Now, take my shirt, pants, and socks off. Don’t touch my underwear.”
Hunter moved quickly to remove Westins clothes, paying extra caution to not remove his boxers and suppressing the urge to inhale the manly scent on his socks as he removed them. Hunter returned to his kneeling position once completed.
“You will wait on your knees outside the door, boy. When you hear the shower stop I expect you to hand me a towel without looking at me and then return to the position.”
“Yes, Daddy!” Hunters heart was pounding as Westin stood nearly naked in front of him. So much man. So much power. Hunter did everything he could not to get too excited.
Hunter minded his spot outside the door until the shower stopped. He moved quickly to the dryer to retrieve the warmed towel and handed it through a small break in the curtain. “Your towel, Daddy.” Before returning to his kneeled position outside the door.
Westin exited the bathroom completely nude. Hunter forced his eyes to the ground knowing better than to look at his cock. As Westin moved by Hunter his flaccid cock brushed the side of his head causing Hunter to become more excited. Hunter remained in his position at the door, wishing that he could take it further.
“Get up and finish your chores. It’s nearly time for bed, boy.” Westin commanded.
Hunter rose to his feet and collected the dirty clothes and moved them to the hamper before heading into the bathroom to clean the bath tub and dry it out. After completing his quick tasks Hunter moved to the kitchen and took a glass of water to the bedroom where he left it on Westins night stand and pulled back a corner of the quilt. Hunter moved back to Westin in a kneeling position “your room is turned down for the evening and ready for you, Daddy”.
“Good boy. You’ve done good work today. Crawl to the bedroom for your reward.”
“Yes, Daddy!” Hunter fell to the ground and trailed behind Westin.
“Sit on your knees, arms to the side, and close your eyes boy.” Westin ordered.
“Yes, Daddy!” Hunter exclaimed with excitement. He could leather brush against his face gently, his heart racing faster and faster as he anticipated the next move. Hunter could feel a buckle latch against the back of his neck, his excitement growing. Hunter felt the familiar sensation of a shoe against his face, forcibly pushed against his nose. He inhaled deeply and knew in an instant it was Westins DC skate shoe. The rest of the harness buckled in a quiet silence holding the shoe in place.
“Stand up and look in the mirror, boy” Westin ordered.
Hunter rose mumbling through the shoe “thank you, Daddy.”
Hunter gazed into the mirror, his reflection showing he was absolutely correct. It was a size 12 DC skate shoe held to his face with a shoe harness.
“You’ll sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed boy.”
“Yes, Daddy. What time will you be waking up?”
“8 so you can spend the whole day serving a real man.”
Hunter took his spot on the floor and quietly adjusted his watch to vibrate only and set an alarm for 6:45 AM and closed his eyes to drift off to sleep dreaming of what the next day would be like.
Just as Hunter was almost asleep he heard the unmistakable quiet moans of Westin jerking his dick. Hunter tried to grab his own cock and was met with the cage, unable to please himself he laid in quiet desperation wishing he could feel Westin thrusting inside of him. His excitement grew as Westin began to get louder and louder until the smell of cum slowly crept into the air. “That’s the best you’re getting faggot. Now sleep” Westin ordered.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” Hunter muttered through the shoe as he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.
Day 2
Hunters watch quietly vibrates him awake at 6:45 with Westins shoe still in place he stood and quietly snuck out of the bedroom and began morning preparations. Hunter first refilled the glass of water at Westins night stand before moving to the kitchen to begin prepping breakfast, keeping a close eye on the clock. At 7:55 Hunter placed a plate on the table delicately trimmed with chicken fried steak smothered in country gravy, perfectly crispy hash browns, four strips of bacon, and fresh fruit.
At 7:59 Hunter grabbed the cup of coffee he poured and rushed to kneel by Westins bedside presenting the cup so it was ready for him. The alarm buzzed Westin awake and as he sat up in bed rubbing the sleep from his eyes he gazed down at Hunter. “I wasn’t expecting this.” The look of shock on Westins face was evident. “Good boy” he said as he grabbed the cup from Hunters hands.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Hunter muffled through the shoe.
“I can’t believe you woke up to just serve me coffee. You’ve really become a trained fag.”
“Breakfast is prepared and on the table as well, Daddy”
Westin didn’t say a word, he just stood up and walked out leaving Hunter behind.
Westin moved to the table, taking his time to inspect the meal Hunter had prepared. The smell of freshly cooked breakfast filled the room, making his stomach growl in appreciation. He sat down and cut into the chicken fried steak, his eyes widening as the rich gravy oozed out. He took a bite, savoring the perfectly crispy exterior and tender meat inside. Westin chewed slowly, deliberately, watching Hunter still kneeling by the bedside with the skate shoe strapped to his face.
"Get over here, boy." Westin's voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. Hunter immediately scrambled to his feet and rushed to the table, kneeling beside Westin's chair. Westin took another bite of his breakfast, his jaw working slowly as he chewed. He reached out with his free hand and grabbed Hunter's hair roughly, yanking his head back so he was looking up at Westin.
"You cooked this for me?" Westin asked, his voice low and gruff. Hunter nodded eagerly, the shoe harness digging into the back of his neck as he looked up at Westin with pleading eyes. Westin's hand tightened in Hunter's hair, pulling harder until Hunter whimpered softly. "Good boy," Westin praised suddenly, releasing Hunter's hair to pat his head roughly before turning back to his food. Hunter stayed kneeling silently beside him, heart racing from the praise and rough handling.
Westin continued to eat his breakfast, occasionally reaching out to grab a strip of bacon or forkful of hash browns. He acted as if having Hunter kneeling beside him was the most natural thing in the world. Between bites, he would occasionally rest his hand on Hunter's head possessively. Once he finished eating, Westin pushed his plate back and leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach contentedly. "Clear the table, boy," he ordered gruffly.
Hunter quickly rose to his feet and began clearing the table, stacking the dirty dishes carefully. As he turned to carry them to the kitchen, Westin's hand shot out and grabbed his ass possessively. Hunter jumped, nearly dropping the dishes in surprise. Westin chuckled darkly and gave Hunter's ass a hard squeeze before releasing him. "Hurry up, boy," he said mockingly, swatting Hunter's ass as he scurried to the kitchen.
Hunter moved quickly through his morning tasks, his arousal spiking with each degrading touch from Westin. He washed the breakfast dishes, wiped down the table, and swept the kitchen floor—all while Westin watched him from his seat, occasionally calling him over to pat his head or snap his fingers for him to return to his feet and keep working. By 9 AM, the house was spotless. Hunter knelt before Westin again, waiting for his next command, the skate shoe still strapped to his face. "Remove that," Westin pointed to the shoe harness. Hunter reached up to unbuckle it, carefully removing the shoe and setting it aside. Westin's gaze roamed over Hunter's face, taking in the red indentations left by the harness. He reached out and traced the marks gently before suddenly backhanding Hunter across the face. "You like wearing that shit, don't you?" he sneered. Hunter nodded, his cheek stinging and his dick throbbing in its cage. "Fucking pervert."
Westin stood up and walked over to the couch, sitting down and spreading his legs wide. He looked at Hunter expectantly. "Come here, boy," he said, patting his thigh. Hunter quickly crawled over to Westin and rested his head on his lap, looking up at him submissively. Westin began to idly run his fingers through Hunter's hair, occasionally tugging hard enough to make him wince. "You've been a good boy so far," "But your balls are probably aching by now." Westin's hand slid down from Hunter's hair to cup his caged cock. Hunter gasped at the touch, his hips involuntarily pressing into Westin's palm. "That cage is getting full, isn't it boy?" Westin squeezed firmly, feeling Hunter's throbbing cock trapped inside. Hunter whimpered pathetically, nodding. "Yes, Daddy. They feel so full." Westin smirked down at him. Westin's hand stayed on Hunter's caged cock, massaging it teasingly through the fabric. "You want to be useful, boy?" he asked, his voice dropping to a lower octave. Hunter nodded frantically, eyes glassy with need. "Then get on all fours. Face down. Ass in the air." Hunter scrambled immediately to get into position as Weston towered over him.
Westin spat directly onto Hunter's head, the wet droplet sliding down his neck. "Now that's what you look like," he scoffed. Without warning, he drove his foot hard into Hunter's side, sending the submissive sprawling across the floor. Hunter let out a pained grunt but immediately curled up into a submissive ball, hands clasped behind his neck in a display of complete surrender. "Stay right there, faggot. Don't move until I tell you."
Westin smirked at the sight of Hunter curled up on the floor, whimpering softly but obeying without question. He grabbed his phone and snapped a couple photos of Hunter in his pathetic position with the cage visible through the underwear, ass in the air, head still drooling with spit. "You look pathetic, boy. Just like a good slave should." Hunter mumbled something incoherent, pressing deeper into the floor. Westin leaned down and kicked Hunter's ass roughly. "Eyes on me, faggot."
Hunter quickly looked up at Westin, his eyes wide and glassy. Westin could see the sheer submission in them, and it only fueled his dominance. He kicked Hunter's ass again, harder this time. "You're a piece of shit, you know that? A worthless slave." Hunter whimpered loudly, his body shaking. Westin spat again, this time directly onto Hunter's face. "Open your mouth, faggot." Hunter obeyed immediately, sticking out his tongue like a good little slave.
"Good boy," Westin praised mockingly as he stepped closer, his heavy boot pressing down on Hunter's tongue. "Lick my boot, you disgusting little bitch." Hunter began to enthusiastically lick and suck on Westin's boot, his tongue working overtime to please his master. Westin smirked as he felt the warm tongue against his boot, his dominance growing more intense. "You'd probably lick my ass if I told you to, wouldn't you, slave?" Hunter mumbled around his mouthful of boot.
"Mhm!" Hunter agreed eagerly, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued to worship Westin's footwear. Westin chuckled darkly and suddenly withdrew his foot, causing Hunter to fall forward onto his face. "Not yet, you fucking pervert." He kicked Hunter's side again for good measure. Hunter whimpered pitifully but quickly scrambled back into position on all fours, head down, ass up. "There's my good little slave." Westin praised mockingly.
Westin pulled his phone out and snapped another photo of Hunter's flushed face still covered in spit. "I'm sending these to myself," Westin said casually, making it clear his threat. "One word of this to my partner and they're yours." Hunter whimpered, his caged cock leaking precum into the whitey tighties. "I know, Daddy." Westin sat back down on the couch, tossing a remote at Hunter's face. "Clean the house again today. Twice."
"And if I find even a speck of dust, you're getting punished," Westin added menacingly. Hunter quickly nodded, his body trembling with excitement and submission. "Yes, Daddy." Westin watched as Hunter scurried off to start cleaning again, his mind already planning more ways to humiliate and dominate the submissive man. He sent the photos to himself with a satisfied smirk, knowing he had Hunter right where he wanted him; completely under his control.
As the day wore on, Westin lounged on the couch, occasionally calling Hunter over to pet him like a dog or snap a leash onto his collar and make him heel around the living room. He even made Hunter eat lunch off the floor like a dog, growling if he moved too slow. By the time evening rolled around, the house was spotless, and Hunter was a mess; clothes disheveled, face covered in drool and spit, eyes glassy and submissive.
As the night fell, Westin became even more crude and dominant. He ordered Hunter to crawl to his side, where he was sitting on the couch watching a movie. "Get over here, you disgusting little creature," he growled. Hunter obeyed, crawling on his hands and knees like a dog.
Westin spread his legs wide and pointed between them. "Right there," he commanded, patting the floor. Hunter immediately crawled into position, resting his head on Westin's crotch. Westin adjusted himself so his balls rested directly on Hunter's face, his cock pressed against Hunter's forehead. "Stay still, I'm watching my show." Hunter remained completely motionless, breathing in Westin's masculine scent, his own cage painfully full. Westin occasionally shifted, grinding his balls against Hunter's face without thought.
Westin looked down at Hunter's devoted face pressed against his crotch, the pathetic slave practically worshiping him without even touching. "Close your eyes, faggot," he commanded harshly. "You don't deserve to look at my cock." Hunter immediately squeezed his eyes shut, submitting completely. Westin smirked and unzipped his pants, pulling out his throbbing dick.
Westin's cock sprang free, hard and thick. He casually began stroking it, using Hunter's head as an object to lean against. "You want to smell it, don't you?" he mocked. Hunter nodded eagerly, eyes still closed. Westin laughed and guided his cock to rest against Hunter's nose. "Breathe deep, you fucking pervert." He could feel Hunter's chest rise and fall as he inhaled deeply. "That's right, get nice and dizzy."
Westin continued to stroke himself lazily, occasionally grinding his pubes against Hunter's nose. "You're such a pathetic little bitch," he praised mockingly. "This is all you deserve - to be a fucking face rest for my cock." Hunter whimpered happily, pressing his face tighter into Westin's crotch. Westin could feel the slave's rapid breathing against his sensitive skin. "You'd probably cum just from this, wouldn't you boy?" Hunter nodded frantically. "Pathetic. Fucking pathetic."
As Westin jerked off, he occasionally slapped Hunter's face with his cock or rubbed his slit against Hunter's closed lips. "I should piss on you," he mused aloud. "Cover your stupid fucking face in it." Hunter whimpered at the thought, his own cock weeping in its cage. Westin stroked faster, his breathing becoming ragged. "You know what? Fuck it. Open your mouth." Hunter immediately obeyed, mouth opening like a baby bird.
Westin positioned the head of his cock at Hunter's open mouth, teasing him with just the tip. "Stick out your tongue, you disgusting little slut." Hunter eagerly complied, sticking out his tongue as far as he could. With a grunt, Westin began to piss directly onto Hunter's extended tongue and into his open mouth. The warm stream filled Hunter's mouth quickly, overflowing down his chin and neck. He swallowed greedily, trying to catch every drop like a good little slave.
"Swallow it all, faggot," Westin commanded as his stream finally slowed to a trickle. Hunter swallowed desperately, some piss still dribbling down his chin onto Westin's thighs. Westin kept his cock on Hunter's tongue until the last drop fell, then finally pulled back. "Now lick my cock clean, you pathetic bitch." Hunter immediately dragged his tongue along Westin's sensitive shaft, licking up the remaining piss and his own saliva. "Good boy,"
Westin patted Hunter's head condescendingly as he cleaned his cock. "You're such a fucking mess," he said with a smirk, looking down at Hunter's piss-soaked face and neck. He grabbed Hunter by the hair and pulled him closer, pressing his clean cock against Hunter's cheek. "Kiss it," he ordered. Hunter pressed a sloppy kiss to Westin's cock, leaving a trail of piss residue on it. Westin chuckled darkly. "Fucking disgusting."
Westin smirked as he watched Hunter worship his cock like a pathetic little bitch. He could feel his own arousal cooling down slightly, his cock becoming less rigid. That was enough for tonight - he wasn't ready to give Hunter his real reward yet. The slave needed to suffer more. He tucked his cock back into his pants, zipping up.
"Alright, bitch, that's enough,"
"Get the fuck up," Westin ordered brutally, yanking Hunter's hair roughly. Hunter scrambled to his feet quickly, standing meekly before Westin with his head bowed. "You're a fucking piece of shit," Westin said coldly, looking down at Hunter's dirty, piss-stained face and body. "Go to bed." He commanded coldly, pointing towards the floor. "And don't fucking touch that cage." Hunter nodded silently and crawled off to his designated sleeping spot on the floor.
Westin sat back on the couch, watching with dark amusement as Hunter crawled away to his pathetic sleeping spot on the floor. He called out after him, "Hey, boy! Get your fucking ass back here."
Hunter scrambled back over immediately, his heart racing with both fear and excitement. Westin pointed at his own body. "You haven't earned sleep yet. Clothes off me."
"Hurry the fuck up, slave," Westin snapped impatiently, holding his arms up expectantly. Hunter quickly moved forward, gently lifting Westin's shirt off over his head. He carefully undid Westin's belt and pants, pulling them down his legs.
As Hunter pulled off Westin's pants, he couldn't help but stare at the man's muscular legs and the bulge in his boxers. Westin kicked off his shoes and socks himself, then spread his legs wide. "Take my boxers off too," he commanded gruffly. Hunter swallowed hard and slowly slid Westin's boxers down, revealing his semi-hard cock hanging between thick thighs. Westin watched Hunter with a smirk as the slave knelt there staring at his dick.
"Alright, bitch. You've done your job for tonight. Get the fuck back to your spot on the floor." He waved his hand dismissively at Hunter's naked form kneeling before him. "I said move," he snapped when Hunter hesitated, still staring at Westin's cock hungrily.
Hunter quickly crawled back to his spot on the cold hardwood floor, wrapping his arms around himself to try and get warm. He listened as Westin moved around the living room, turning off lights and locking doors before finally heading to his own comfortable bed. Hunter sighed lightly, shifting onto his side and pulling his knees up to his chest. He was cold, hard, and extremely uncomfortable. His cage was painfully full and he knew he wouldn't be getting any release tonight. But he didn't care. He loved this.
Westin lay in bed, listening to see if Hunter was whimpering or adjusting too much on the hard floor. When everything stayed quiet except for soft breathing, he smiled to himself and rolled over, going to sleep comfortably knowing his personal fuck toy was suffering nicely on the floor.
3 AM
Hunter slept fitfully on the cold, hard floor, his body aching with need. But he barely stirred until a harsh kick to his ribs jolted him awake. "Rise and shine, asshole," Westin's voice came down at him coldly.
Hunter scrambled to his feet, confused and exhausted. "W-what time is it, Daddy?" he mumbled, his voice hoarse. Westin grabbed him by the arm and yanked him toward the bed. "Your surprise, bitch. Get in."
Westin smirked watching Hunter's confused expression. "I said get in. Naked." He pointed at Hunter's pitiful shirt and pants. Hunter quickly stripped off his remaining clothing and climbed onto the cold sheets. Westin watched as Hunter laid there awkwardly on his side, not daring to touch the mattress fully. "You can sleep, bitch. Flight's at noon."
Westin waited until Hunter's breathing became deep and even, his chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of true sleep. He'd been a good boy all night on the floor, after all. Now it was time for Westin to have his fun.
Westin slowly stroked himself back to hardness, his hand moving silently in the dark room. The only sound was Hunter's light snoring and the occasional creak of the mattress. Westin's cock throbbed in his hand, achingly hard once more.
"Fuck," Westin muttered under his breath as he pushed into Hunter's dry hole without warning or prep. Hunter shot up with a loud cry, immediately clenching around Westin's thick cock. "Shut up!" Westin hissed, grabbing Hunter's hips roughly and forcing himself deeper. "I said sleep, you fucking bitch, not wake up." Despite his harsh words, Westin started thrusting brutally, knowing exactly how much Hunter loved this treatment.
"Fucking tight little slut," Westin growled, pulling out and flipping Hunter onto his back. He slammed back in, making Hunter cry out again. "Look at you taking my dry cock like a good boy." Westin leaned down and spat directly onto Hunter's face as he thrust violently. "I'm gonna fucking ruin your hole, Daddy's little whore." Hunter moaned loudly and arched into the brutal fucking. "I love it when you use me like this, Daddy!" he cried out honestly.
"Fucking right you do," Westin sneered, wrapping his hand around Hunter's throat and squeezing as he thrust harder. "Such a needy little cum dumpster. Daddy's cock is stretching you out so good, isn't it boy?" Hunter could only nod and moan, his prostate getting beaten mercilessly. "Answer me, bitch! You like Daddy's big cock destroying your tight hole?" "Yes! Yes, Daddy!" Hunter screamed, completely lost in the painful pleasure.
Westin slammed deep, pinning Hunter's throat. "You're nothing but my fuckhole, boy. A cunt with legs." Hunter's eyes rolled back as tears streamed down his face, but he nodded desperately. Westin released his throat and spat in his face. "Tell Daddy how much you love this." "I love it, Daddy! Please fuck your boy!" Westin laughed darkly and started pounding into him mercilessly, one hand fisted in Hunter's hair pulling his head back. "Such a pathetic fucking slut boy for Daddy."
"Daddy's gonna fill this hole up so much, you won't be able to walk straight when I'm done," Westin snarled, slamming his hips forward violently. He could feel Hunter's hole starting to stretch even more, his dry walls gripping his cock painfully. "And you'll fucking love it, won't you boy?" "Yes, Daddy!" Hunter screamed, his body shaking with each brutal thrust. "Please breed me, Daddy! Make me your bitch!"
"Beg for it, you filthy slut," Westin commanded, his pace becoming erratic as he felt his orgasm building. He slapped Hunter's face hard with his free hand. "Beg Daddy to fill your worthless hole with his seed." Hunter sobbed out loud, completely losing his mind. "Please, Daddy! Please fill me up! I'm such a needy boy, I need your cum inside me! Breed your worthless fucktoy! Fill my hole with your hot seed, please, Daddy, please!"
Westin snarled and grabbed Hunter's throat, squeezing hard as he pounded into him one final time. "Say it again, bitch. Tell Daddy you're not a person, you're fucking breeding stock." Hunter gasped for air through his closed windpipe, his hole clenching desperately around Westin's thick cock. "I'm Daddy's breeding stock! I'm your cum dump! Please breed me, Daddy! I need your cum so bad, I'll be your good little fucktoy forever if you just breed me!"
With a roar, Westin came inside Hunter's hole, his hot cum flooding the boy's insides. "Fucking take it, you whore!" he shouted, his hips jerking as he pumped more and more into Hunter's stretched out hole. "Your fucking purpose is to take Daddy's cum like a good little slut. Now look at me, you fucking whore." Hunter whimpered and lifted his head weakly, his face flushed and eyes glazed over with pleasure and submission.
Westin kept his softening cock inside Hunter's gaping, cum-filled hole as he looked down at the boy with a sneer. "You're gonna stay like this until my cum stops leaking out of you, you understand?" He reached down and slapped Hunter's exposed asshole, making him whine. "And if you even think about cleaning up before then, I'll make sure the next time is even more brutal. Got it, you fucking slut?" "Y-yes Daddy,"
"Good little whore," Westin murmured, pulling out slowly and watching as his cum immediately started leaking out of Hunter's red, swollen hole. He reached down and grabbed Hunter's legs, spreading them wider so he could see the mess he'd made inside the boy's stomach. "Open your mouth."
"Open wide, you cum-worshiping bitch," Westin commanded, grabbing Hunter's jaw and forcing his mouth open. He leaned down and spat a thick glob of saliva directly onto Hunter's tongue before pushing it back into his throat. "You're gonna swallow every drop of Daddy's cum that leaks out of your hole, understood?" Hunter nodded eagerly, slurping at the spit like a good little degenerate. "Yes, Daddy," he whined hungrily. "Give me your cum, please." Westin smiled cruelly.
"There's my good little cum whore," Westin praised mockingly as he watched more of his load drip out of Hunter's abused hole. He collected it on his fingers and pushed it into Hunter's mouth. "Lick my fingers clean, boy. Show Daddy how much you love his cum." Hunter obediently sucked Westin's fingers, swallowing everything greedily. Westin could feel more cum dripping out of the boy's stretched hole as Hunter moaned around his fingers. "Such a fucking cumslut."
"Alright, enough of that," Weston said gruffly, pulling his fingers from Hunter's mouth with a wet pop. He grabbed Hunter's hips and flipped him back onto his side, positioning him so that his cum-filled hole was pressed against Westin's softening cock. "You're gonna cockwarm Daddy for the rest of the night," he commanded, wrapping an arm around Hunter's waist to keep him in place. "Keep my dick warm and cozy in that filthy little hole."
"That's right, you little asshole," Westin murmured, pushing his softening dick back into Hunter's gaping hole. He wrapped his arm tighter around Hunter's waist, pulling him closer and forcing more of his cum back inside. "You're just a warm place for my cock to rest now. My personal little body pillow."
"And if you even think about falling asleep or moving away from Daddy's dick, I'll fuck you awake and remind you of your place," Westin said darkly, giving Hunter's hip a hard squeeze. He settled back against the pillows, his arm heavy around Hunter's waist as he pulled the boy close. "Now shut up and keep my cock warm, you little fuckhole." With that, Westin closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his dick buried deep inside Hunter's used hole.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, and Westin slowly came awake. His cock was still buried deep in Hunter's hole, his body warm and satisfied from a full night of being cared for. He felt Hunter shift slightly beneath him.
"Good morning, boy," Westin said gruffly, pulling out and watching his cum leak out of Hunter's abused hole. "Flight's in a few hours. Get ready." He smacked Hunter's ass hard one last time. "And good work last night, you worthless slut."
"You did your job well, boy. My cock was nice and warm all night," Westin said, not even bothering to look at Hunter as he grabbed his suitcase and started packing. "You know what your purpose is, right? To be a hole for my dick." He zipped up his bag and turned to Hunter, who was standing there meekly with his head down. "And you performed perfectly." Westin paused, then kicked Hunter's ass sharply for no reason. "Now get the fuck out."
"And if I ever need a warm hole again, I'll be sure to call you," Westin said dismissively, picking up his phone and pretending to scroll through messages. "Now scram, before I decide your services weren't worth the trouble and beat the shit out of you instead."
Hunter bit his lip, his hole still gaping and leaking cum as he stood there. He wanted to beg for more, to ask Westin to hit him, kick him, use him however he wanted. But he knew better than to speak out of turn. So instead, he simply bowed his head and whispered, "Thank you, Daddy," before turning and walking away, his ass still red and sore from the night's activities and the final kick. He loved being Westin's worthless hole.
