Chapter 8: - 11:00pm
I woke up to three whacks on my ass. When my eyes opened, there he was, wearing a ski mask. He picked up his phone and pressed play:
“Faggot, you weren’t ready for me tonight, and I am very disappointed. Faggot deserves this. Faggot will get what faggot deserves.”
He grabbed me by the hair, dragged me out of my bed, latched a collar around my neck and then by grabbing that, he started dragging me into the bathroom. He just pointed at the shower, and I climbed in. I reached to turn on the water, when he slapped my hand away, opened his pants, pulled out his semi-hard cock, and started pissing on me.
When he had finished, he grabbed my hair again, thrusting his cock, still dribbling piss, down my throat. He leaned over and whispered, “Next time, faggot will drink.”
He left the room, quickly coming back in with his phone. He typed for a few seconds, then pressed play.
“Strip, shower, exit to the family room naked. Faggot has 10 minutes,” and left.
I quickly stripped, and showered, washing the scent of piss off my face and out of my hair. When I finished, as ordered, I entered the family room naked. Still wearing his ski-mask, he sat there, in the chair watching television, naked.
I stood there motionless, not sure of what to do. He grabbed his phone, pressed play and the message said to crawl to the fridge, grab him a beer, and bring it to him, remaining on my hands and knees.
When I got back to him, giving him the beer, he pointed to his cock. I placed my mouth over it and he held my head down and whispered, “No moving, no sucking, remain still.” With that, he started watching television as his cock started engulfing my throat. I had to remember to breathe through my nose. I heard the show he was watching cut to commercial, when he took hold of both sides of my head and drilled in and out of my throat. The show returned, he stopped, my head still at the base of his cock. The next show came on, then another, doing the same routine with each commercial break.
Before the next show started, he slammed a load down my throat. He grabbed the collar, applied a leash and led me back to the bedroom. He had me get on the bed, on my knees, ass off the bed. He applied the blindfold, left the room and I heard what sounded like a heavy bag being put on the floor.
His tongue was magical, but as I’ve grown to suspect, it didn’t last long, almost like he does it as a way to tease and torture me. I heard the zipper of the bag, and felt motion behind me, but not sure what was going on. He put earbuds in my ear, which started playing a porn where this guy was getting pounded for hours, in a no-mercy fashion. He applied my blindfold, and went back down to my ass. He rubbed my hole and I felt a finger enter, then another, and a third, one each time he thrusted back in, not allowing my hole to adjust and continued with three fingers for a few minutes.
That stopped.
I felt something else at my hole, soon being shoved in without hesitation. It felt like maybe a 3-4” plug. He smacked the base of the plug. He pulled that plug out, and inserted another, this one felt cold, like metal, a little thicker and an inch longer, causing a small moan.
He pulled out that plug, putting another again, one size bigger, then he reached between my legs and place a cock ring just around my exposed nuts as my cock was still in the cage.
I felt him stand up, pet my head, and get back on the bed, as though I’d be looking at him.
*ZZZZZAPP* to my ass and nuts…
I screamed, I think, or tried to, but couldn’t hear anything but this bottom getting railed.
*ZZZZAPP* to my ass and nuts…
Another scream…
*WHACK* to the face, at which point, I felt him tug on my earbud and whispered, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! Faggot deserves this remember?”
*ZZZZZAPPPPPPPPP* this shock was a little harsher, a little longer, I tried to be quiet, and though I couldn’t hear, knew another scream escaped.
*WHACK* to the face.
Another shock to the nuts and ass, again, a little strong and a little longer.
He got off the bed and removed the cock ring from my nuts and pulled out the plug. He stopped the porn from my ears, slams His cock into me.
He quickly pulls out, flips me over without missing a beat, and re-enters my hole. I felt his hands placed around my neck and the pressure started. He was choking me. This was a huge dark fantasy of mine, but I didn’t know who this person was. Would they kill me?
My air was almost out of my body and he let go. I gasped for air, my ass feeling his cock again. It was almost like the pain went away with the choking to get me thinking about something else.
I felt him speed up, his cock swelling, and then flooded me with His cum. He pulled out, and I heard him get dressed. Shortly after, I heard the door open and close and then silence.
*DING*
Faggot, thanks for the fun, more electro when you fuck up again, so remember, BE GOOD.”
As turned on as this was making me, I needed to know who was doing this. I needed to know more about the Master slave Society. I had to know more.
It was time to start figuring it out. Who was controlling me?
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