On the third night I was ordered to lie on my bed naked and exposed spread eagle. I was to tie a rope around my balls and extend the other end of the rope through the small crack in the air-conditioner opening to the outside of the room. The rope just inside the room was to have a large knot so the rope could only be pulled a certain distance to keep my balls from being pulled off. Men could pull on the rope from outside my room and watch me ...
The second night at the Gay Clothing Optional Resort, the word got around that I would be naked and exposed in a well lighted room with the drapes completely open so that any man walking by my room could tap on my window and order me to Masturbate Blindfolded in front of them and their buddies.
Am in tracksuit pants and t-shirt now. After the run on the canal towpath. Went back to his car. Was naked. More or less. Apart from the trainers. And the skimp shorts. Barely enough. Not enough to cover all the cock and balls. Chucked these at me. Tracksuit pants. t-shirt. "Gooin shoppin."
Being raped in public was just one more degrading humiliation that wore on the boy’s self-esteem, but it wasn’t the worst thing so far. And yes, it had hurt. A lot.
Running down the towpath. Keep about a foot from his shoulder. Steady behind him. At his pace. At his heel. Like he's taking his dog for a Saturday morning walk along the canal towpath. At his heel. Misjudge it and bump him. Elbow to the ribs. Gets the dog back to his pace. Too many times like that. His knuckles. Sharp. To the groin. Am consistently off his pace. Grabs cock and balls in his fist. Dragging. Pulling. Maintaining the dog as if on ...
Paul Stevenson was a bitch. In most senses of that term. He was a wealthy 45year old owner and manager of a hotel and a social media contrarian celebrity, with all the vacuous, pathetic glory that term implies. A stout, balding man with little natural charm and even sex appeal. But wealth and petty celebrity had afforded him plenty of opportunity to indulge his lusts. He was moreover, an asshole of a manger.
Do you ever feel like you’re just wandering aimlessly through life? Like your pursuit of selfish desires never brings a feeling of fulfilment? Perhaps you just haven’t found a calling to take pride in. Maybe you just need to find your purpose in life.
The twink mocked my dick. Now, I’m certainly not diminutive with regards to my manhood, but next to the python dong on this boy, I’m definitely put to shame
I really wish I could jerk off. Despite My tears as a result of humiliating punishment, which the slave in me admits was deserved, My inner slave was overwhelmed with the feeling that I am truly being trained and put under strict control.
An arrogant nephew comes to stay with his uncle while his parents get a divorced. He arrives unannounced and finds his uncle in an interesting position.
Aiden took my cock deep down his throat the same night I turned him into our faggot maid. Marshall and Gabe went up to bed while Aiden was still scrubbing the toilet in the hallway bathroom. When I entered to survey his work, I could not hide how happy I was to see him reduced from a recalcitrant twink to a little chore boi wearing nothing but the flimsy outfit I chose for him.
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Allowed back into their room, but obliged to remain naked, Mike and Rajan are ordered to serve up their masters’ breakfasts. After which, the waiter is invited to join in the feast, whilst Mike is subjected to further degradation. Only for them to up his humiliation still more when they view the demeaning videos he’d made of their compatriot when he’d lost their bet.
It was time for change in the frat house. These men loved torturing their little dog, but eventually all good things come to a close. Graduation day would eventually come. It was time for their legacy to be passed onto the next generation.
Life as a bitch was all our protagonist ever wanted. He desired to remain in this state for the rest of his life. Training had molded him into his Master's perfect little plaything.
Life as a dog was humiliating. While he no longer had his balls, our character remained a male dog. This was until one fateful day would change his status as a male dog to that of a whimpering little bitch.