It’s great working in tech and being able to do it all remotely. I bought a house, away from everything, but close enough to town that I could get access to whatever I wanted. The isolation suited me. I had more acreage than I needed, most of the place being covered in trees. There was a barn out back, which was mostly empty, but did give me a place to exercise my kinky side at times.
I had finished work for the day and was in the back of the house working on something, and I was surprised when there was a knock at the door. I usually could see and hear a car coming up, and went out to greet whoever showed. I went to answer it, wiping dust off my hands.
When I opened the door, I was shocked. Standing there was Jordan, who had bullied me in high school. I was a gangly nerd back then. I’ve worked out and filled out since then. I stepped back, my brain not thinking I should shut the door.
Jordan fell to his knees and started crawling to me. “Please, let me serve you. I need you to be my Master, I’ll do anything you want, I’ve got to be your slave, serve you forever. I have to be your total slave. You are superior to me in every way.” Jordan had made it to my feet, grabbing my heels and planting kisses on my bare feet.
I was shocked, and just stood there frozen.
“Please, you’ve got to let me serve you, be your slave. I can’t do anything else with my life. I have to dedicate it to you. I have to make sure you get the best of everything, that every day is more pleasurable than the one before. My life is yours, totally. Please, please, please take me as your slave. Anything you want ANYTHING I will do for you. No questions, no back talk. Instant obedience. Every time.” He was still kissing my feet.
“Wait a minute. What the fuck is going on?” I half shouted at him.
He stopped and looked up at me. “I was mean to you for no reason. I was wrong and I’m totally sorry for being such an asshole. You are vastly superior to me. I have to make up for that, and the only way to do that is to be in your total and complete power. To be your slave for the rest of my life, it’s the only way. There is no other way. If you don’t let me, I’ll have no life, no reason to live.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Yes, Master, it makes no sense, but it’s how it has to be. I have to serve you, I can’t think of anything else.”
“And you just woke up this morning and decided that?”
“No, Master, it was this afternoon…it came over me like a wave. I have to make up to you for being such an asshole. I have to be your slave because that is the only way. I will be at your beck and call. Whatever you want.”
I had to admit he seemed sincere. “A wave, like it just came over you?”
“Yes Master, I can’t remember a lot of today, just that I have this irresistible need to come to you to apologize and be your slave for life.”
“You haven’t apologized.”
I saw in his face he was struck by a loss. “I’m sorry, so very sorry Master. I was a total asshole. I was completely wrong, totally wrong. No excuse. I should be punished. You can punish me Master, however hard you want, teach me the error of my ways. I’m so inferior to you. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I’ll take whatever you decide to dish out, because I deserve it. I’m sorry, so sorry Master”
If this was a prank, he was fully committed to it.
“Anything I want, eh? Hand me your belt.”
“Yes Master.” He seemed elated, which was weird. He quickly pulled off his belt and handed it to me, held in both hands bowing his head.
I picked it up, doubled it over, and slapped it against one hand. “Get up, drop your pants, and bend over.”
“Yes Master.” Again, he didn’t hesitate at all. He yanked his pants and boxers pulled down to his knees. I noticed his dick. Smaller than mine (which I took pleasure in) and he was partially chubbed. He turned around and presented his ass to me.
I struck my hand on his ass a couple times as I got into position. I pulled back and delivered a decent crack on his ass with the belt. I heard “Umph” come out of him, but he didn’t move away. So I did another. “Umph” again, and he stayed.
“How many times did you trip me in the hallway?” I asked, hitting his ass again.
“I don’t know Master. So many times. For years. A lot of times. I was a shithead for doing that to such a superior man.” He responded. That was true. I had no idea what the count was either.
“Why did you spray ink on my shirt?”
“I’m a fuckup, I was trying to embarrass you.” I belted him. “More Master please, I deserve your punishment.”
“You stole my clothes when I was showering.” Another strike.
“Yes Master, I was such a shit to the greatest man on earth.” I hit him again.
I stopped and changed sides. More strikes, as I asked him about what he did to me in high school. Ruining my lunch. Signs on my back. Rumors he started about me. Sticking some gooey stuff in my locker. He admitted it all, always begging my forgiveness and degrading himself. I hadn’t thought back on this in a long time, so I was surprised so much came back to me. Jordan did torment me back then.
I had done impact before, so I knew I was at the point where a sub would usually be trying to move around. He was taking it, no complaints. He was committed to this act.
I stopped. “Get down on your knees.”
“Yes Master.” Jordan got on his knees instantly, looking up at me in hope. “Thank you for punishing me Master. You can punish me any time you want, for any reason.”
“What makes you think I’ve accepted you as my slave.”
“I’m sorry Master, I’m an idiot, whatever you want, but please take me as your slave. It is the only thing I want, that I could possibly want. To be enslaved to you.” His eyes were pleading.
I stared at him. He seemed so earnest. “I don’t know, you were pretty mean to me.” Jordan had been mean to me back then. Terrorizing me in the gym, locker room, knocking books out of my hand. All the bully stuff.
“I know Master, I’m so sorry. I need more punishment, please punish me long and hard. I’ll take it all. I deserve it.”
“I should just kick you out and tell you never to come back.”
His eyes got wide and he started to tremble. “Master, please, I’m begging you. Don’t do that, let me be your slave. Please, I have to make it up to you. I can’t go on if I’m not serving you. You are the most important thing in my life, the only thing in my life.”
“Grab your balls. Give them a good smack.”
“Yes Master.” Jordan grabbed his balls by the base, then hit them with some good force. He let out an involuntary yelp.
“Again.”
“Yes Master.” No hesitation, a good hit. I ordered him to hit his balls a few more times. He obeyed every time at once. I could tell he was hurting himself. He was shaking, and tears welled in his eyes. It was glorious. It was one thing to beat him in revenge for all he put me through, something else for him to do it to himself. I liked it. Whatever had given me this power over him sure had my vote.
“Why are you doing this?” I finally asked.
“Because you told me to. I have to obey you.”
That seemed to be true. It didn’t make sense, this was beyond what a sub would do to impress a Dom. But what could cause this? Nothing natural I could think of. Even hypnosis wasn’t able to do this, not as far as I knew.
I crouched down and grabbed his balls, giving a nice squeeze. Jordan was breathing deep. He was in pain. “What made you have to serve me. What was it.”
“I don’t know. I only know I must serve my Master, to make up for everything I did to him. I have no excuse, it is all my fault and I have to make it up to you. I beg you, I really beg you Master. Let me be your slave.” I gripped tighter as he spoke. Jordan made no attempt to stop, just breathed deeper to keep some control.
I let go and looked at him. His eyes were watery, his face desperate. I slapped him. He took it. No flash of anger. Just the need in his eyes. I didn’t think this was a prank anymore. How earnest he was, how long this might last. Whatever this was. It wasn’t natural, couldn’t be. He obeyed orders even if they hurt severely. I needed to experiment some.
What would happen if made him think something was happening? I had to give it a shot. “You are covered with biting insects.” It was as instantaneous as before, no sooner were the words out of my mouth than he started swatting all over his body.
In no time he was writhing on the floor, hands still trying to remove insects that were not there. I watched him suffer. I enjoyed putting him through it. So…I could make him believe things that were not true.
“OK, the insects are gone.” Jordan began to calm down, but still wiggled. Now to see how I could affect his mind. “You are a dog, just like a dog.”
Jordan rolled to get on all fours, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He gave what was a decent bark and came forward to lick my face. I didn’t care for that much, but it did show he was acting like a dog.
“Down boy.” Jordan whined and got down. I wasn’t sure if that was him being a dog, or his requirement to obey. Or both. Could be both. I scratched his head, bringing pleased dog sounds from him.
I pushed him over onto his back and rubbed his belly. Jordan actually did the kicking leg thing. He had a decent body, could tighten his abs up, but nothing to be ashamed of for sure. His pants were still down, so I grabbed his cock. “Arroo” he cried as I stroked it.
I continued to beat Jordan off as I became convinced he was in my total control. I couldn’t think of how it happened, but all I had to do was say something and it was all he could do to obey. He was staying in dog-mode, so whatever this was certainly was powerful. Jordan and his dick were mine to play with. This had certainly turned tables from when we were kids. I hated him back then. He dunked my head in the toilet and flushed it, stole my clothes during gym showers. Now I was using his cock because I wanted to. Because I could. I stroked faster, and I saw his balls draw up.
I took another shot. “Cum now!” I ordered. It was not a great surprise when Jordan did orgasm at my words. I laughed out loud. He was putty in my hands. I scooped up his semen and fed it to him. He licked it like he was a dog. I hadn’t told him to come out of it. “Stop being a dog, eat your cum.”
“I want to do whatever you tell me to Master.” He used his fingers to get the cum that he ate up. He was smiling since he was obeying me.
As he finished his task I ordered him to strip down, get on his knees and stay put. I went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom to find something. I returned with a tube of Icy Hot. “You see this? Great for sore muscles. On your cock and balls it burns like fucking hell. I mean it hurts deep. And it doesn’t come off. You can’t wipe it away. It will burn deep. I want you to take this and rub it on your own cock and balls.” I held it out to him.
“Anything for you Master!” Jordan took it and had a grin on his face.
“Put it on heavy.” I admonished
“Of course Master.” Jordan got the cap off and was squeezing a massive glob into his hand. He covered his junk and added more. Fuck he was trying hard to impress me.
“Put some on your tits. It will hurt there too.”
“Whatever you want Master.” He did exactly as I ordered, and I could tell the heat was hitting his groin. Pain began to appear behind his smiling, eager face. He twisted one hip forward, and down slightly. The Icy Hot was going deep. The pain grows with Icy Hot, getting worse and worse. I could see it on his face in how his body squirmed.
He was still looking with full devotion, trying so hard to please me, no matter how much it hurt. I had one more. “Shove some up your ass.” I grinned wickedly.
“Ohhh for you Master.” He squirted more on his hand and shoved the cream in his asshole. It hurts on the balls, it’s excruciating in the ass. He knew it would hurt like nothing before, and he did it because I told him to. Jordan had been so awful to me in the past, this was payback. Whatever made him obey my slightest whim was delivering justice.
“Aaarrgghh!” Jordan shouted, in so much pain. I was grinning ear to ear. I was getting to teach my bully a hard lesson.
“How do you feel?” I’d be interested to hear what he had to say.
“I hurt so much Master, but it’s for you, so it’s worth it. You are my superior, whatever you want is right. I deserve it, I know I do. Everything burns, burns so deep Master.” He had tears rolling down his face. “For my superior, my Master, the best man in the world, the one I owe my life to.”
Jordan was in pain, at my feet, and groveling. I felt a surge of power. That was such a turn-on. He was helpless for anything I wanted. Even the crying he was doing added to how hot it was. How often had I dreamed of this? And now it was real.
Jordan was breathing in quick gasps, he was hurting so much. His eyes pleading for more. “I want to ride you like a horse. Get on your hands and knees.”
“Yes Master.” His voice almost broke, pain racking him. He still got into position. I threw a leg over and sat on his hips.
“Giddy-up pony. Take your Master for a ride.” I gave a light laugh. Jordan groaned and moved forward. It was slow going, he wasn’t used to this, and I wasn’t making myself lighter.
Jordan could only moan. I could grab his hair and point him towards the door, guiding him outside. It was tricky going down the couple of steps, but I used my legs to make it possible. I was nice and pointed him to the grass. I had plenty of space, but this was slow. “Whoa pony.” I pulled his hair back and got off his back. “Get up, crotch down, you can carry me that will be faster.”
“Y-yes Master.” Jordan struggled to obey but he did it. He put his hands under my legs and rose unsteadily.
I kicked my heels against his side. “Giddy-up.” He moved and I kicked my heels again, “Faster.” Jordan went faster. I could look down and see his dick was red, the Icy Hot was still burning his dick, his balls, his ass, his tits. He was trying to go fast to please me, every bit of him had to be in misery. It felt so good, I was letting go of whatever in me might have had pity, being able to use him however I wanted felt too good.
I slapped Jordan on the side of the head. “At the top of your lungs shout out how bad you feel for bullying me, how you want to serve me forever.”
“I am a massive fuck-up, I’m an asshole! I was mean to my Master and I feel like shit! I need to serve him forever! He is my owner! Master is superior to me in every way! I’m a fucking bitch! I am totally inferior to my Master! I’m scum, I’m an asshat! I am such a fuck up Master will have to punish me a lot! Master will put me in my place!”
He was shouting as loud as he could while I used his hair, guiding him around my expansive yard. He stumbled a little. He was worn out. But he wasn’t stopping since I hadn’t said he could. “Whoa!” My pony came to a halt. “Let me down shithead.”
“Yes Master.” Jordan crouched down so I could get on my feet again.
“Grovel at my feet, kiss them.”
“Yes Master.” He got down and started kissing my feet. I looked down. This was great. After humiliating him, I was ready to get my knob wet. Outside, in nature, where anyone could see. Not that there were a lot of people who came up this far, but Jordan wouldn’t know that.
“You are going to suck my dick now.” I knew Jordan was straight. This would be a real test of how obedient he was, whatever was making him do what I told him to.
“Yes Master.” Jordan came up and reached for my pants. His hands were shaking. “I will do anything for you Master.”
“You better blow me good boy, or you’ll get punished for it. No teeth.”
“I would pull them out myself to keep me from scratching your perfect cock Master.”
“No need for that now bitch, maybe if you do a poor job.”
“I want to give you the best blow job ever.” He had my pants down and went right onto my pecker. I could tell the struggle to get my respectable endowment down. But he powered through. After a few full passes, he brought a hand up to play with my balls. That was good, since I like a boy to play with my balls when he sucks me. He was also smart enough not to use the hand he had been applying Icy Hot on himself with.
His tongue was working, even if he was showing inexpertise in blowing a man. He had the desire to do well, and he was obviously doing some things he had done to his dick. Trying so hard knowing he wasn’t good at it. At least there was enthusiasm. On top of all that, was the fact my old bully was sucking my cock because I ordered it. The rush of power was an aphrodisiac unlike any other.
Outside in the sun, wind blowing around us, big sky over with a few clouds. Jordan was learning how to get my pecker in his throat. Slave boy learned fast. Trying so hard for me. Looking down I could see the concentration etched on his face. My dick appreciated the effort.
I gave a thought to fucking him, then I remembered I had him put Icy Hot up his hole, and I did not want the pain, so I’d have to go with the blowjob. He had to still be burning inside. That made me harder still. I could see the tears pouring from his eyes. Pain, and the lack of breath. Mess escaped from his mouth, drool on his bare, well developed chest. It wasn’t his skill that was turning me on, it was his desperation to please me. The guy who had bullied and tortured me in high school was debasing himself to get me to cum. That is one hell of a turn on.
My balls were being played with, my cock was going further and further down his throat and his gagging was getting louder and he forced, impaling himself on my dick. He was crying with effort. How far he had fallen, how changed he was. He was my plaything.
I came, shooting down his throat. He gobbled it up. Drinking my cum. I took a series of deep breaths to recover from the powerful orgasm. Jordan was nursing my cock. Gently, reverently.
I got down to sit on the ground. He kept gently sucking me. I just watched him, between my legs, my pecker in his mouth, his eyes looking up at me. Puppy dog eyes. Wanting to be petted. What brought him to this? He was obedient. Anything I wanted, right off. It had to be something, this was not the effect of self-reflection. Right now, magic was what fit the evidence best, even if magic didn’t exist. I was going to proceed as if this was some magic spell. What a thing to have as my working theory.
I had to wonder if I needed to do any form of aftercare or management. You should with subs. I had a few I played with, as I am a Dom. None on a permanent basis, but Jordan could be a full time slave. Usually, you would have to look after a slave and make sure he could keep serving. If this was magic or whatever I might not have to. So long as his body didn’t physically give out, I may not have to worry about his mental state at all.
If this was some sort of magic spell, I wonder how far it would go. I needed a drink. First, a piss. I was about to get up when I had a thought. “Jordan, you have to tell me the truth, never lie to me. Nod if you understand.” He nodded, my pecker still in his mouth, looking up at me with wide eyes. “Have you ever drunk piss?” He shook his head. No surprise at that one. I had to consider how to ask this question.
I pushed him off my cock, grabbing his chin and looking him straight in the eyes. “Jordan, three months ago, would you have ever considered drinking mine, or anyone's piss?”
“No Master, I never would have thought of it.”
Now I kept a solid look in his eyes. “I want you to drink my piss straight from the tap, what do you think now?”
“I want to drink every drop for you Master, may I? Please? I want to make you happy! I want to do anything you want me to.” Jordan looked completely sincere, and desperate to please me.
“Here it comes.” I pulled him back on my dick and let it rip. Jordan had to struggle to swallow, but figured it out quickly, taking my liquid waste with a gleam in his eye. This was beyond fantastic. My old bully drinking my piss. This was getting better and better. I finished up and he licked my head to get every drop. “How was that boy?”
“I loved it Master! I will drink all your piss from now on if you allow me.”
“I need a drink, and some time to consider things. Follow, hands behind your head.” I got up.
“Yes Master.” Jordan got to his feet as well, putting his hands behind his head as I had ordered.
I led the way back to my house, waved at the door making Jordan open it for me. “Crawl.” I said, passing him. Jordan got down at once and followed me. I went to the kitchen to get a beer, then went out to the sun room to sit. I snickered with Jordan crawling after me. I sat and snapped my fingers, lifting my feet. Jordan figured out what I wanted and crawled so I could rest my feet on his back. I took a swig of beer and looked at him there.
Now that I had cum, I could think, consider things. Jordan was currently being my footstool. I still couldn’t think of anything except magic that fit what I was observing. Magic was a nutty idea. If Jordan had had a change of heart and wanted to apologize, even grovel some, there would be resistance in doing some of what I’d had him do. No, he was too obedient for a change of heart. People just don’t have that kind of change of heart.
He’d taken pain, strained himself, drank my piss. He was either sincere about serving me or had become the best actor in the world. I took another swig of beer. I seemed to have unlimited control over him. I wondered for how long. If this was some magic spell, or some mind control trick, or even some alien brain-ray, what would happen when it wore off? If Jordan got his mind back right now, he’d want to beat me to a pulp.
He had shown that anything I said became true for him. I wonder if I could have fun with that. I took a big drink of beer. I got up and grabbed Jordan by the throat “I want you to be afraid, scared, you should be terrified of what I can do to you.”
Jordan’s eyes got wide, his breath coming in short spurts, his entire body trembling. “Don’t hurt me, please, I’m begging you.”
“And horny.” I decided to make it even more fun, since I was fucking with his mind. “Boned up, wank your dick. Be afraid and turned on.” Jordan’s hand flew to his cock and started stroking. He was twisted in an odd way. I started to laugh at the predicament I had Jordan in.
I stood back up and grabbed my phone, hitting video record. Jordan had his eyes on me, but did nothing to object. “You are afraid of what I can do to you, isn’t that right Jordan?”
“I’m terrified of you Master, you can do anything, I’m so afraid.”
“Turns you on, doesn’t it? You’re pulling your pud.”
“I am I’m so fucking horny.”
I laughed and turned off the recording. I looked at the pitiful man at my feet, I had grabbed the video on a lark, but I could humiliate him some.
“OK scum, you don’t have to be afraid, and not as horny. Stand at attention.”
“Yes, Master!” Jordan got up and stood at attention, his dick still hard.
I went looking for some stuff, pity I didn’t have any diapers, that would be funny. I found an old party hat, a white towel, and a banana. I was heading back when a new idea hit me, so I grabbed a couple spare towels. Jordan was still standing at attention. “Let’s get some humiliation going, what do you say?”
“Whatever you want Master.”
I dropped the towels. “Get down on your back, pull your legs back so your ass comes up off the floor.”
“Yes, Master.” He got down and pulled his ass up. I took the white towel and folded it, laying part under his and pulling the other end around. I adjusted his legs down and used some safety pins to hold it together. Not perfect, but it looked enough like a diaper.
“Stand up.”
“Yes Master.”
When we were on our feet again, I put the stupid party hat on his head, glad the old elastic didn’t break. I moved him to stand over the towels and handed him the banana. He looked at it quizzically.
I got my phone again and aimed the camera at him. “So, I’m going to film you. You look stupid. I will find it amusing, and anyone who sees it will laugh at you. You look like a fucking fool and you’ll be blowing that banana. Enough for anyone to see what a pathetic faggot you are. Any objections?”
“Whatever my Master wants, I will do. My life is yours to do whatever you want.”
“Suck on the banana.”
Jordan obeyed, and I got it on video. He did look the total fool. He was working the banana good as well. I let it go a bit longer than a quick joke. That would be enough to prove whatever this was to some. This next bit would end all doubt.
“Piss now.” I grinned.
Still sucking the banana, my old bully started to piss, quickly soaking the makeshift diaper. The white turned yellow, the urine started to drip down his legs, to the towels I had put under him. I laughed at his face.
As the piss wound down I had a big smile on my face. He was totally degraded. It was perfect. Now I had something solid on him to keep myself safe if he snapped out of this. I still wasn’t sure how this had happened, but I was going to take advantage.
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