“Come here, you little faggott!” - I looked at him, with a hurt expression. - “Okay, okay, I am sorry.” I walked in front of him, and kneeled down. He put his finger below my chin, and lifted my face with a gentle push. “I am sorry, boy. It was a bad joke. Please, continue.”
Whenever he looked in my eyes with those deep, dark ones, I was lost. Of course I was not mad at him.
“Truly, forgive me please.” He added, probably really regretted what he said. So I continued.
“So after that, he called me a… a faggott… and then he stormed out. And our boss officially apologised to me in front of the whole room, and then I finished my presentation.”
“And which idea did they choose?”
I just smiled. “Well, make a guess, Sir!”
“Yours?”
“Yes!”
“Good job! I am so proud of you, boy! Look at you! You stood up for yourself! And you won! Wow! Congratulations! This deserves a celebration! Let’s order in!”
“But, Sir! I was going to cook!”
“You can cook tomorrow, boy! Damn, I am really really proud of you.”
“Thank You, Sir!”
“Here, take my phone, pick something. It’s my treat! And get a dessert too!”
This is my Sir, Master Wyatt. And I am his sub/slave Noah. He is 36 years old, while I am 32. And we have known each other for roughly 2 years and 10 months, from which we have been in a Dom/sub relationship for 1 month less. We met online, not even intending to have kinky sessions, it was a regular date. Secretly we both had had interest and more or less experience in kinks, but when we matched on a dating app, none of us would have thought what would grow out of a single swipe. When I met him on the first date, I already had a very strong feeling that he has a Dom side, but he was very unsure about my need for submission. That’s why we only just kissed on the first date, we knew if we would do more, we would just show our own side.
But the second day after that date, we both knew everything about the other one’s sexual needs, kinks, fetishes. We were chatting non-stop. And two days later, on our second date… Well I wouldn’t even call that a date… “Date” is just a too civilized word for what really happened. We went ALL the way. We both showed our deepest selves to each other… And they instantly connected. We were really a match.
Very very soon, almost day by day, I gave up more of myself to him. I trusted him and I still do. That has been the best decision of my life. And in half a year, when we finally moved together, I ended up living in an almost Total Power Exchange relationship. I still had a lot of freedom of my own, with the most important stuff. I made my decisions about my job. Meeting with my friends always had priority. What I spent my earned money on. But of course he helped with all this whenever I needed it, but he never pushed himself over me, dominating me in these topics. But in exchange I also wanted to hear his opinion, have his support.
And we kinda try to keep our kinks only to each other. Very very few people know about our dynamic, none of my friends at that point.
But whenever it is only the two of us… There are serious protocols set, I am his slave, and he is my Master.
This past nearly 3 years has been the best period of my life. Master Wyatt truly changed my life. After a very long past of failures and disappointments, I am finally happy. I am in love with Master Wyatt.
So, after we ordered some dinner, he leaned on the doorframe, looked and winked at me.
“Wanna have a little appetizer?” And he looked down at his bulge. He was wearing gray sweatpants, revealing his already partial erection. “Come on boy, let me deliver the cream first.”
It was so hard to believe that I was ever able to get a man like this. He was tall, he was very handsome, still almost with a twink’s face, with a dark, but short beard, and a wavey brown hair. He did not have his t-shirt on anymore. He was mostly hairless, an athletic body, slightly visible abs, and gorgeously visible veins on his forearm. On the mostly hairless upper body, a thin patch of dark hair led from his belly to his majestic cock, under those tight sweatpants.
And that dick… oooh that dick. A solid 7 inches, slightly upwards curved, with a beautiful head. And what he was able to do with that weapon of pleasure and destruction. Well… He could give so much pleasure, and so much destruction. And he was aware of this, and used it a lot.
It was no question that I instantly knelt in front of him, and took his majestic penis out of those damn pants.
Every time I do this, I still remember back the first time I saw his dick. I was mesmerised by its sight, that picture imprinted in me. I can’t explain this, but I literally felt the connection to it, my mind had never been clearer before. At that point in my life, I understood so much about myself, like puzzle pieces coming together. And as he said later, he had a similar feeling, seeing me, kneeling there. We knew we were bonded, by something more.
I had never been an anal sex fan before, I thought of myself as a side, but in that moment, I realised I was just waiting for the right dick. And his was the right one.
And when he first entered my hole, after making me gag on his cock for like 15 minutes, the remaining pieces fell to their places. The way he fucked me, the way he held me down, the way he kissed me, the way he held my neck, my arms, and finally he shot his massive load all over my face, we both knew that this cannot be a vanilla relationship. And more importantly, none of us could live in a vanilla relationship ever again.
And ever since then, every time I sucked his cock, got tied up, got spanked, fucked tenderly or hard, or he shot his load on me, inside me, our roles started rooting deeper and deeper inside us, until it wasn’t a role anymore.
And that evening, when I sucked his dick, and then he fucked me tenderly, while he was still in those sweatpants he said:
“I love you, Noah. My boy. I am so proud of you.” Then he kissed me, and asked something very uncommon in our relationship. “Where do you want me to cum?”
I was so surprised that I could say anything. He only had asked this question twice before that.
“Go on, I am quite close, honey.”
“Breed me, Sir.” And 20 seconds later, with gentle movements, his dick started pulsating inside me, filling me up with his seed.
“Thank You, Sir!” And after he took out his dick: “Go boy, have a long shower. You deserved it.”
“But Sir! Don’t You want me to…”
“Oh to clean my dick? No, it’s okay.”
“Well, I was actually asking about the plug… Sir.”
“Oooooh! Nah, you don’t have to. You can just wash up.” And then he added. “But if you want to…”
And then I took the plug and put it in, keeping his seed inside me for the next hour.
“Thank You, Sir!”
He looked at me for a moment and said “Actually… You know what? Come here, I’ll take off your collar.”
On our third date, he gave me my first collar. It was a very simple, cheap, fake-leather one, but it meant a lot to us. The day I moved in he gave me my third collar. A much more expensive one, much higher quality, a lot fancier. I was still wearing it.
He took off my collar, this meant that medium protocol was in order now.
“Go, take a shower! I’ll prepare the plates. And pick a movie!”
“But…”
“Come on, boy! Enjoy it!”
The collar was more than just a symbol of our status in the hierarchy. It was also the sign of high protocol, a written and signed ruleset. Whenever I was out of the collar, the medium protocol was in place, except some certain occasions, when I acted under the low protocol. Which basically meant we are on the same level, with some very few and minor exceptions.
Even though most of our evenings we weren’t using most of the rules of the high protocol, we acted under it, so at home I almost always had the collar on. And was either naked, or only wearing a jockstrap or briefs. I was not allowed to wear any other type of underwear, not even in low protocol.
And of course my black, small sized chastity cage, constantly hiding my 5 inch long dick, 24/7, ever since 3 months after our first date. Master Wyatt was fully and exclusively controlling my sexual life, only allowing cage removal for cleaning every second day, and for every second week a ruined orgasm in a cheap condom.
We very soon came to a common understanding about our status in the hierarchy between us. While I was thriving as a strong and exceptional person in my work, with a really good social life, I was thriving even more as a submissive one, in our sexual life. I realised that I don’t want to make decisions about my dick, my hole anymore, my orgasms anymore, I wanted him to make those.
He was not showing much interest towards my dick, not even in the first few days of our history, he was much more obsessed with my hole, and I really liked that. So we soon agreed that it’s the best for me, for him and for us, if I try chastity, and after two months of trial and error, I become locked 24/7. That’s when I got my second collar.
After an amazing dessert, a mildly-interesting movie, we were preparing to sleep, scrolling on our phones next to each other. He looked at my phone.
“You really like those trunks, right boy?”
“Haha, yes. I think they are very sexy. Especially this red one.”
“Booooy.. You know you are not allowed to wear those. Boys like you can only be naked, or wear a jockstrap or briefs. Trunks and boxers are for real men.”
This belief, I secretly shared. And I knew he was right.
“But real men also wear jocks and briefs.”
“Real men can wear whatever they want, boy.”
“I know, Sir.” And I looked back at my phone, and scrolled one to make the red trunks disappear from my screen.
A few minutes later, he turned to me, and said:
“Would you please put down your phone? I would like to discuss something with you.”
I did as he asked, curious.
“So I have been thinking quite a lot recently, and I would like to level up our relationship, and open it up.”
I was shocked… “What? You… Sir… You are not happy?”
“I am! Really, I am very happy with you Noah. 99% happy.”
“But then how can I help with that 1%?”
“Let me fuck other people. And let me have other people fuck you.”
Double shock, I was literally speechless.
“I know this might be a bit sudden for you, Noah. I know we have only talked about this at the very beginning of our relationship. You have to know, I love you, more and more by each day. I just simply want to fuck other people. Not to go on a date, just sex. You know that I won’t ever bottom, I just want to put my dick in some other asses. Because it’s my need. But even more importantly, I just want to have more control over YOUR sex life. I would like to have the option, to be able to call some dude, so he can come here, and feed you his dick.”
“But, Sir…”
“Okay, you know what?” He took a red candle out of the small cabinet next to his side of the bed, and he lit it with some matches. “There you go, no protocol, no rules, we are on the same level. I want to have an honest, face-to-face conversation with you.” The red candle was the sign of a very rare state in our relationship, only he had the right to light it.
“I… I… You know I want to keep this between us. It was hard enough to accept myself being gay, and to say it out loud. And now you want to lend me to strangers as your slave? What if somebody recognises me?”
“I know you are scared. Telling other people about being a Dom is also not easy, but I know you are in a much tougher situation. I promise I won’t push this again. But first you have to know that you have shown such a great dedication towards everything in your life, especially towards me. I know you still feel shame for being a sub, just as you did when you realised you are gay. But you are such a strong person Noah, you have so much potential! Look at you, you are nailing your job so hard! You are going to be a team lead! Don’t you think you are strong enough to let that shame go?”
“I… I just…”
“I know, it’s not easy. But look at you! Look at this!” He put his hands on my caged dick. “You gave up your cock for me! That must have been extremely difficult.”
“Not as scary as what you want.”
“You felt shame and you were scared the first evening after a workday in your cage. It was a huge step, yet you took it like a champ. And the second week you didn’t even care my buddy saw you in briefs, still caged.”
I still couldn’t say a word.
“Don’t you trust me? Don’t you believe me when I say I love you? Look, I am sorry, this was not fair to say. I WILL accept if you don’t want that, and I promise, it won’t change a thing. I want you to grow to be the best version of yourself. Sleep on it and take your time. And let’s say if a few days or weeks later you still feel like you don’t want this, I will believe you and accept it. I love you, and losing you is just not worth it.”
He kissed me and took his book and started reading.
A little more than a week later, when I was officially promoted and had my first day as the lead of my new team in the office, I told him that I am ready.
2 hours later we had a set date. 3 days later, I was anxious the whole day. Master Wyatt’s best friend, Caleb, was coming over in the evening. The plan was that I cook dinner, serve them, and act under high protocol the whole evening. And eventually I probably get tag teamed and spit roasted.
I couldn’t pay attention at work, I was so nervous, even though Caleb, or should I say… Master Caleb had already known about Master Wyatt’s dynamic with me, but he had never experienced it in person, as whenever somebody was over at our place, low protocol was in order. Although I did suck both of them off one time… But that was a long time ago, and we were drunk and high and it was completely different. No other time had he shared me with another person. But this time it was more than that. It was about exposing my slave self to somebody else.
Even though I know it didn’t make any sense, my thoughts were spiraling, something I quite usually suffer from, and usually Master Wyatt is the one who helps me with it. But I felt like this time I would disappoint him if I shared my anxious thoughts with him. He was so looking forward to that evening and I didn’t want to ruin it for him.
Somehow I pushed through the day, but by the time I was making dinner I was a wreck. I was so clumsy, my hands were shaking, and 1 hour before Caleb’s arrival I just couldn’t handle it anymore, and I had a panic attack. Master Wyatt instantly ran to me, helped me to the couch, and hugged me, while I was shaking and crying. He was caressing me, holding me tight.
After a few minutes, I managed to calm down.
“Talk to me, boy!” And I told him everything, how I couldn’t calm my thoughts, my constant terror of somebody figuring out my submissiveness.
“Oh… My boy. Let me ask you a few questions. You have met Caleb before, right?”
“A lot of times.”
“To be precise, you even sucked his dick. He is smaller than me, so that shouldn’t be an issue. He visits us almost every week, he has slept here before. He knows that you are my sub, and I put a collar on you, and he has been aware for quite a long time now. Yet you can still face him every time he is here, without an issue. You made and served him dinner several times before. And I know you have been looking at his bulge every time. So tell me, why do you think this would have been different today? I am not trying to be a smart-ass, I am genuinely interested to know that.”
“I… I don’t know… It would be said out loud. It would be…”
“It would be what?”
“Real…”
“Oh so the last 3 years has been a game? I thought you were a sub, I thought you wanted to be my sub, my slave. It’s perfectly fine if you don’t, or not anymore. But then you have to tell me.”
“I am! I want it! I have never felt better. I feel like I can be myself. The real, true me.”
“Then what is the problem? You are ashamed that you are a sub? That you are MY sub?”
“No… and yes… I am scared of what other people will think about me. I have already gotten enough shit about me being gay, at school, from my family…”
“I know, I know. But you have to understand, I am not asking you to pose on social media with a collar and a cock cage. I want my best friend, the only person beside you whom I would trust with my life, to be able to have the same treatment as me. And more importantly I want YOU to be able to be yourself around him. A slave, MY slave. I want you to become an even better version of yourself, so you can reach the next level of your life, your submissiveness. I know, I DO understand that it’s scary. But do you trust me? Do you think that I would ever let you get hurt? I would hunt down the person who hurts you. You are MY boy. No matter who fucks you, no matter who I fuck. You are going to my boy, as long as you want that.”
“I.. I am sorry. I fucked this up completely and turned it into a drama.”
“Yes, but it’s one of the reasons I love you. I mean the drama of course was unnecessary, but you thinking a lot can be very useful. And also your enemy. But that’s why I’m here, to help you defeat that enemy. I’ll tell Caleb not to come tonight, so we can chill, but I do want to try again. And I do understand that this might be a bigger challenge for you, so I’ll reinstate the safe word for those occasions whenever somebody else is here as another Master of yours, and the high protocol is active.”
“Oh, wow.. thank you!”
“But also… I know we are having this serious conversation right now, but you are forgetting that you are still wearing my collar, meaning high protocol IS active. I understand the situation is very much a gray zone, but you still have to be punished.”
“Oh. I am .. So sorry, Sir. I deserve Your punishment.”
Getting my ass slapped 10 times hard, with Master Wyatt’s strong hands definitely helped me focus and get over my crisis, and I happily thanked him for helping me. And honestly by the time we went to bed, I was looking forward to serving Master Caleb too. And I knew that I wouldn't be needing the safe word, while my true love was watching over me.
After our 3rd sexual encounter, I told him that I don’t want to safe word anymore. I felt safe with him no matter what he was up to. And he did such a good job at pushing my limits. He was very open to my feelings and feedback, even when I didn’t like something, I knew he did and that made it much easier. But yeah… coming out was a big thing for me: coming out as gay, liking pineapple pizza, or being a sub.
And 3 days later, I was eagerly cooking dinner in my favorite jock, hugging my caged dick. Today, I had to wear my black cage. Master Wyatt and I both have a chastity fetish, just on different sides obviously. And let’s say, we are collectors… I have 18 different cages, all perfect fit, just different colors and styles. Based on my Master’s mood, I am ordered to wear a specific one. We both laugh whenever I pull out my drawer of cages, all perfectly aligned, like a drawer for jewelry. A chastity cage is my only allowed jewelry, all of them bought by him. And he wears the current lock’s key on his neck, hanging between his chest muscles.
But we didn’t want anything fancy for Master Caleb’s night, so we went with the simple black one (which was my first and most favorite one).
He just came out of the shower, naked, his majestic dick hanging and swinging. He stood behind me and hugged me.
“Can this wait a minute?”
“Just a minute, Sir?” I asked questioningly.
“Don’t be such a huge slut, boy. I am not going to fuck you now. Later? Most probably. Come.”
He sat down in the armchair, and spread his legs, and I kneeled between. He snapped his fingers, and I leaned close to his dick, my nose less than half an inch away. And I breathed in deep. He smelled like masculine shower-gel, which I was not allowed to use (only unscented one).
“Are you clean properly, boy? Outside and most importantly, inside?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” I breathed deep again.
“He will be here in 15 minutes.”
“Yes, Sir. Dinner is almost done, Sir.”
“Good boy.” I breathed deeply.
“Lose the jockstrap.”
“Sir..?”
He took my face in his hand, and slapped me with the right.
“Yes, Sir. it is sorry, Sir, for your boy’s hesitation. it will lose its jockstrap.” I stood up and took my favorite jockstrap off, then kneeled back instantly, half an inch away from his semi-hard dick.
“He will have to see you for what you are. A slut, a sub, a slave. My slut, my sub, my slave. He will have to see that your tiny cocklet is under my control. That you gave up your masculinity to become a slave. To serve me… And to serve men I want you to serve.”
“Yes, Sir, as You wish.”
“I know you won’t disappoint and embarrass me. You will do what you are ordered to do, you will do as I say or as he says. You will please him, and you WANT to please him, just as much you want to please me. Do you understand, boy?”
“Yes, Sir, it understands.”
“Good boy.” I breathed deeply.
15 minutes later, Master Caleb arrived. He was much thinner than Master Wyatt, less muscly, but still toned. He had a very twink-like face, although he was in his 30s just like us. A light brown stubble was covering his face, his hair cut short. He had a very unique face, but was very handsome. And if my memories are correct, fairly hairless body.
And he was very awkward, this was a new and uncomfortable situation for him too. But I did, as my Master asked me to do.
I served them soup, a main course, wine, water, and finally dessert. While I was waiting for them to finish a course, I was kneeling next to the table, looking down, while they were having chats about a lot of different topics, like football, me, movies and me. I was truly treated as an object, and in a short time, Master Caleb eased up more and more.
Eventually I cleaned up the table, brought more wine to them as they were sitting on the couch, and finally kneeled in front of them. I realised that Master Caleb was watching me more and more, looking at my caged dick, my kneeling position, my collar. And he was constantly positioning a hard-on under those blue jeans.
At my Master’s recommendation, they took off their pants. That’s when I realised that Master Caleb was wearing the same brand of underwear I liked so much. The one I wasn’t allowed to wear. I saw an almost invisible evil smile on my Master’s face.
And then Master Wyatt turned on the heating. He snapped his finger, so on all fours, I crawled to him. He leaned closer, and whispered to my ears: “Petrificus totalus.”
Yes, we are Harry Potter nerds too. Through the last two years, he expanded his horizons and tried something new: hypnosis and brainwashing. Kinda. It wasn’t direct hypnosis, but as a result of two years of training, I was wired to react to a trigger world, from our favorite wizard’s world. Whenever he said those words to me, my mind switched off and focused on his dick. I heard them talking, but couldn’t or just didn’t want to understand them.
In this state, I really was mindless, focusing on one thing only, and whenever that thing went out of view, I just lost focus with my eyes and everything was blurry. If they touched me, I felt it, but didn’t react much. But pain is a way out, pain can wake me up.
I still have zero idea what they were talking about, but I know one thing: Master Wyatt never has used this against me or abused this state.
Suddenly, a dick, from a very distant memory, not Master Wyatt's, started floating in front of me, and my eyes instantly focused and got fixated on it. As it got closer and closer, I automatically opened my mouth and welcomed that beautiful dick there. I put out my tongue, relaxed the back of my throat and let the dick slide in, until Master Caleb’s, not so big, but hanging balls touched my chin.
I was not thinking. It was later when I actually realized it was Master Caleb’s dick, but in that moment the only thing in my mind was that it is A dick. A dick I have to serve and welcome in my body. This was not a part of my “hypnosis”, but part of my regular training. But this state and my general being merged together… It was very powerful.
I have no idea how much time passed, but my hypnotic state ended when Master Wyatt entered my hole, penetrating me deeply, with one long push. The pain of the stretching of my tight, smooth hole woke me up, but instead of thoughts rushing through my brain, my focus just split in two: both of my Masters’ dicks. And then they started spit roasting me.
Master Caleb eagerly fed his dick to me, not brutally, but quite passionately, and Master Wyatt pounding my hole, from behind.
And then… they stopped. They started drinking again, this time I was not put in a hypnotic state. When Master Caleb went out to pee, Master Wyatt walked to me, and started talking to me.
“This is going to be a long night, boy, we took some pills. But you are doing good. Good boy.” And I breathed deeply.
I have gotten used to long-long sessions of fucking by Master Wyatt, but this was another level. Nobody talked to me in the next couple of hours, but they were taking their turns both in my ass and mouth. My hole has never been looser, my face fully covered in saliva and spit, my locked dick was leaking constantly. Master Caleb went through a lot of changes throughout the evening. He became more and more dominant, not aggressive, but definitely hornier and rougher.
I was put and moved in several different positions and eventually tied to our special bench.
And finally, halfway through the night, first Master Caleb, with going as deep as he could, shot his seed inside me, by holding my hands and pulling me as close as physically possible.
And minutes later, Master Wyatt did the same. And man, I had never been happier.
After they put their dicks in my mouth for cleaning, they left me there, tied, Master Wyatt put a medium sized plug in my whole, and his underwear in my mouth, explaining to Master Caleb, that keeping a real man’s cum inside the sub’s hole, deepens the bond between them, impregnating the sub’s mind, with the thought of ownership.
Probably an hour later, Master Caleb left, with a happy smile on his face.
Master Wyatt let me go, and hugged me.
“You are such a good boy!” He whispered to my ear, and I breathed deep. “I am so proud of you!”
I started weeping a little bit.
“Are you okay, boy?”
“Yes, Sir. it has never been happier. Thank You, Sir!” And I meant it.
Master Wyatt took off my collar, and we sat on the couch and cuddled.
An hour later, as usual, I was the small spoon, as we went to bed. Me naked, of course, in case he wanted to empty his balls in the middle of the evening.
With his left hand, he started to caress me around my locked dick. This instantly turned me to a slut every time. I started moaning. Then he put his finger in my mouth.
“Do you trust me, boy?” He whispered.
“Yepfh, Sirfrrr!” I nodded.
“Tell me about the first time I bred your ass!”
He took out his fingers.
“It was our 7th date.” He entered my still loose hole with his finger. ”Your boy had already told you about its breeding fetish. What breeding means to it.”
“And what does it mean?”
“Total submission. Ownership.”
He started massaging my prostate. I had a hard time talking with all the sensations running up and down my body.
“it asked You to not tell it when You are planning to do it. After the 3rd date, it started to beg You to breed it. The boy needed Your cum so much. And when it finally happened… Everything clicked in this boy. All the puzzle pieces fell to their places. The boy was destined to be bred by You.”
“I have some news for you, boy. Today, another Man filled your loose hole with his cum. Do you understand what this means, boy? That you are officially a slut. What did you feel when Master Caleb bred your hole?”
“Joy, Sir. Joy of being useful, and to be able to serve a Man like Master Caleb. But more importantly… That You must feel joy too.”
“Do you trust me, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He climbed over me, spread and took my legs on his shoulder, put some lubricant on his dick from the dispenser on the bed, and entered me. Slowly moving, paying attention to massage my prostate properly. He looked into my eyes, and I couldn’t look away.
“Do you want me to keep breeding you, filling you with my superior cum?”
“Yes, Sir, please!”
“Do you want Master Caleb to come here again, to breed you with his superior cum?”
“Yes, Sir, please!”
“Why do you want that?”
“Because I am a slut, born to serve Superior Men.”
“Good boy. Do you want other Men to come here, fuck you and breed you with their cum?”
“Yes, Sir!”
And after this I wasn’t able to concentrate, my body exploded from deep pleasure, I basically lost my sight for a few seconds, I couldn’t move, that might have been my biggest anal orgasm in my life.
“With this moment, a new, very difficult Training Season will start. It might be long, it might be painful. You will suffer much, physically, but mentally too. But I will be here for you all the way, to guide you, to teach you. To evolve you, into bringing your ultimate, true nature to the surface. I might break you, again. I might lie to you. I might pass over your limits. But in exchange you will become so much more. You will be stronger than you ever imagined. You will be so much better than you ever fantasized about. You will finally accept your true calling. A true slave, who gave up all of his, for me, for other Men. Your true self, your true identity, a cum-hungry hole, with the need to be filled, to be fed Superior Dick and Superior Cum. And above all, to serve Me, your only and true Master. To make Me happy. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Sir!” And with that, he pushed his dick deep, breeding me a second time that evening.
“Thank You, Sir! I love You, Master Wyatt.”
“I love you, boy.”
The next day I was very horny. All I could think of was the previous day. I was a bit terrified of the door we just opened, but also… excited. Something deep inside me was set free. I felt comfortable and safe, knowing that Master Wyatt was going to be there for me the whole time, and this thought started feeding my inner slut. I wanted to be fucked and used by other people, more than ever, but knowing that I belong to Master Wyatt.
And that’s why I decided, once again, that I won’t need a safe word. I knew that having it might stop me from becoming a better sub. And I wanted to be a better sub. For Master Wyatt.
He asked me if I’m sure several times, but eventually, once again, we modified our contract, removing the line regarding the safe word. I no longer had the right to say no whenever it came to my sexual servitude.
And then, nothing happened for a week. I did not want to bring it up with him, as I was also scared of what would happen, but not going to lie, I was disappointed.
Then, on the next Friday, while I was doing my chores, Master Wyatt sent me a message that he has to work late, but Caleb might swing by to pick up something.
My pulse instantly increased. Master Caleb will use me, alone! I quickly refreshened myself, also made sure I was properly clean. I did not want to disappoint or give any bad experience to my Master’s best friend. I wasn’t sure what to wear, so to hide my locked penis (which I still felt ashamed of), I put on a white jockstrap.
And an hour later, our bell rang, and it was Master Caleb at the door. I opened it and let him in, and instantly went to kneeling position.
“Oh, it’s… it’s okay. You don’t have to… Do that…”
I looked up at him.
“Or I don’t know if this is how you usually have to be. But for me.. Sorry… This is a little bit awkward.”
I stood up slowly. I really didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Okay. Then how would You like me to… Sir?” I asked quietly.
Calling him Sir definitely made him more uncomfortable.
“I… I don’t know.. Sorry.. What?”
“Do You want me to lie down? Or…? Sir?”
“Oh… Well, you do whatever you want? But please don’t call me Sir. My name is Caleb. You can call me that.”
The situation was becoming unbearable. There was a silence which I decided to break.
“So where would You like to… go? I am clean and… How do You want to…” and when he didn’t answer, I added: “... to use me?”
“To use you? Wha… Oh. OH. No. No, no. I am only here for that book, Wyatt told me about. That murder mystery he just finished.”
“Oh.. OH. I… I am so sorry Master Caleb. Caleb… God… I’m so sorry.” I felt so embarrassed.
I brought him the book and he left without looking at me, saying a barely audible “bye”. And when I closed the door after him, I realised what a huge mistake I just made.
“Kneel!” Shouted Master Wyatt at me, after the sound and resonation of the forcibly shut door passed. I knew he was going to be very angry, when sent me a text message 15 minutes earlier only saying “COLLAR ON” and an arrow pointing up (meaning it’s seriously high protocol). I was expecting heavy punishment.
“You offered yourself up? TO MY BEST FRIEND?” he roared. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I am…” I started crying, then he gave me a slap, which made me fall to the floor.
“I did not give you permission to speak. KNEEL!” I kneeled up again, tears running down my cheeks.
He was circling around me, breathing heavily.
“This is one of the 3 base rules you should never, ever break. Do you know how disrespectful this is? To him? TO ME?”
After a minute or so: “Bring me the flog. And to the punishment bench after. Lock yourself in.”
Whenever he wanted to use force to punish me, he usually had me lie on the punishment bench, which was basically a slightly modified training bench. And when he REALLY wanted to punish me, he used the handcuffs reinforced to the bench to restrain my feet and hands.
I took the bench out of the closet, and brought his favorite leader flogger from our sexual tools cabinet. He watched me do this, without saying a word, while my hands were shaking and I was sobbing.
Then I locked the handcuffs around my ankle, leant forward, laying now on my stomach and locked the other two handcuffs around my wrists. Since we let go of the safe word, we only used real, authentic restraining tools, which could only be opened with the right key.
My ass slightly lifted, off the bench, perfectly presented for fucking, or in this case, flogging.
And almost in an instant, the first hit just came. He was not holding back. I started crying a bit louder. After each hit, I was allowed to say one sentence, which usually was: “I am sorry, Master!”
In between the 10 hits, I told him how sorry I was, and I swore that I will never offer myself up again. I really was sorry. I knew I made a big mistake and broke my oath, our contract.
After 10, he had a short break. He took off his clothes, except his underwear, and stuffed his socks in my mouth. Wow, he was really angry.
Then I got 10 more hits. 25 was our record in an hour.
“I am very very disappointed in you.” He didn’t even call me “boy”. “Do you want to be cunted that much? Are you like a bitch in heat?”
And then I got 10 more.
I was crying, partially because of the pain, but mostly because I let him down. I had never felt that bad before, ever.
After leaving me there for 15 more minutes, he unlocked the handcuffs. “To the shower!” He ordered.
No! Not that. I couldn’t believe this was happening. He saw my shocked face: “I SAID TO THE SHOWER! NOW!”
I did as he said and headed towards the bathroom, and knelt in the shower. By the time we got there, he had no underwear on. He took out his socks from my mouth and ordered: “Keep it open!”
I closed my eyes and just a few seconds later the warm liquid reached my face and the savory smell reached my nose. Peeing on me was one of the most humiliating things he could have done to me, I hated every moment of it, and just a few seconds later instead of the occasional drops, the full flow reached into my mouth as he started aiming more precisely.
“Swallow!” he ordered, and as I did what he asked, more of the stream got into my hair and eyes.
He made me swallow two more times, and eventually put his tip in my mouth so I could clean it. He left me there, and I collapsed on the shower floor, now crying more than ever.
An hour later, he woke me up, as I fell asleep. “Take a proper shower, and then come out and kneel in front of the couch.”
After 15 minutes of hot shower, he was sitting on the couch and I was kneeling between his legs. He made me look up in his eyes.
“I am very disappointed in you, boy. I understand that you got excited, but under no circumstances can you offer yourself up. That is one of the most important rules. Maybe Caleb was a bad idea as a first. You have to understand the weight of what you did. You damaged my friendship with him. It’s going to be okay, but it’s going to be awkward.”
“I am sorry, Sir. I wasn’t thinking straight. I just…”
“I know, boy. I know you feel bad. I know you didn’t want to make this uncomfortable, but you cannot assume anything. You are the boy, the sub, the slave. You do what you are told. But you never initiate, especially when it comes to anything related to sex.”
“I understand, Sir. I will do better, I promise.”
“I know you do, boy. But we have to make sure we nail this permanently in your mind. I cannot have you sleep with me tonight, you will sleep in your room.”
My “room” was a tiny and thin mattress in our smallest, storage closet. Based on the seriousness of my mistake, he used one of the three punishments: spanking, peeing on me, forcing me to sleep in my “room”. I’ve only slept there 2 times during our relationship. He had never applied more than one type of punishment.
So I cried myself to sleep in that tiny closet, promising to myself that I will never ever disappoint him again.
In the morning after I woke up and set up the table for breakfast he had me kneel next to him. He turned to me:
“Okay boy, I have reached a decision. It’s time to give your cunt what it needs.”
