My Masters’

Dungeon 1

By

Leather N. Lace

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Introductions

My name is Marcus Thorne, though my masters punish me for using it.
I’m a slave.
I was once free. I was kidnapped on November 18

th

of 2008, the day before my twenty-

third birthday. I remember because I was planning on taking a girl out and convincing her to let
me tie her up for some rough sex. Kind of funny, looking back. Rough sex is…less fun…on the
receiving end.

Hell, it’s awful to feel that powerlessness. That humiliation. The last four years, I’ve

spent just about every waking moment in a gay couple’s dungeon, just trying to stay sane. Not
sure how well I succeeded, but I’ll let you decide.

Four years is a long time to spend as a slave, though I think the first night was the worst.

That first night, when I really realized they could do anything they wanted to me, just like I did
to those girls I tied up for a night of ‘fun,’ well, it kind of changes a person. They gave me the
same scene I gave those girls—no safewords, no mercy. They used me however they wanted
me, then left me hanging from my bonds or strapped to their toys when they were finished.

Back then, it was soul-shattering. That first night, feeling them inside me, using me,

something within me cracked. Nowadays, I can’t say I like it—they are both hung like a rhino—
but I don’t mind it so much anymore. Somewhere along the line, I submitted. It was a full year
into my training and I’m sure as hell not proud of it, but I surrendered to my fate. It was like a
switch flipped in my head. I stopped caring about getting home, about calling the cops, about
finding a gun and filling both the raping bastards with holes. Instead, I started caring about my
next meal and making sure my masters were happy.

I mean, it was either that or just plain go nuts, ‘cause I finally understood I was never

getting free. Both my masters are rich and have a lot of time on their hands. They also had a
personal grudge. Against me. Seems I went a bit too far with one of their sisters. Because of
that, I’ve spent most of my last four years in their dungeon, learning the meaning of the word
‘no’…and just what happens when no one listens to you when you use it. I don’t really hear
much about their personal lives, but from what I’ve seen and from how much time they’re using
me as their fuck-toy, I’d guess they had some sort of inheritance. A big one, judging by some of
the ‘toys’ they use on me. So yeah. I really screwed the pooch, hardcore. Pissed off some rich
guys by basically date-raping their little sister. Not a good combo.

Anyway, this morning they gave me a notebook and a pen and told me to write my story

down, as honestly as possible. I’ll probably get punished for some of the shit I put in here, but I
honestly can’t think of anything they haven’t done to me yet, so what do I have to lose, really? I
mean, I’m still gonna have a huge cock in my ass before nightfall, and I’m still gonna choke on
cock before I can go to sleep. That hasn’t really changed, once they broke me in.

So here’s my story.
I was twenty-three. A real stud. Like competitive bodybuilding kind of stud. I worked

out four hours every other day. Worked with a nutritionist. Had a real strict schedule, which I
found out later is what my rapists used against me. I weighed about two-forty and had basically
the same stats as Arnold Schwartznegger—six-two, a few amateur wins, headed for Mr. Olympia
in the fall. Another reason my masters picked me. They had a hardon for his movies and they
liked blondes.

Anyway, I had this hot girl come up to me as I was toweling off after a quads set and ask

me if I’d walk her to her car ‘cause it was dark and cold outside and there had been some assaults

in the neighborhood in recent months. I, being more concerned about the way her ass was
perfectly formed and her tits had to be at least a nine, jumped all over that shit. Without really
even thinking about it, I grabbed my jacket and walked her out. I was watching her curves all
the way around the block and into a side-alley, never really thinking that, gee, she parked an
awful long way from the gym entrance. Hell, I’m pretty sure I was wondering if I could get her
in bed that night for being Mr. Hero. Or, at the very least, get her number. We made polite
conversation, but I kept sneaking glances at those tits and that perfect ass. I had a boner so hard
it was uncomfortable to walk.

She got me into the alley and I saw a big, black-tinted van parked behind a dumpster.

Anyway, you would’ve thought that would’ve clued me in, but I was still oblivious to everything
but those perfect female curves…

“So, uh, don’t think this is a come-on, but you single?” I finally found the nerve to ask.
The girl—I was pretty sure she’d said her name was Sarah—gave me a sideways grin.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Oh, uh, well,” I babbled, desperately trying to steer the conversation away from me

looking like a horny stalker, “‘cause I thought if you’d had a guy, he should’ve been here, ya
know? I mean, who lets his girl walk three blocks in the dark?”

Sarah’s lips spread in a big, easy smile that immediately made me wonder what it would

be like to have those lips on my cock, as she sucked me off. Instantly, I got hard enough to
pound nails and I had to adjust my boner before it broke itself in half.

If Sarah noticed, she was polite enough not to mention it. “I don’t worry about it that

much,” she said, walking up to the dark van. “I’ve got plenty of resources.”

I’ll bet you do, I thought, thinking about how many other guys this hot brunette must’ve

suckered into walking her out. “This your ride?” I asked, frowning at the van. I was noticing the
blacked-out windows, now, and they made me a little uneasy because, for a brief moment,
silhouetted by the fluorescent street-lamps behind us, I almost thought I saw movement.

“Yeah, but it’s got a few quirks,” she said. “Gotta enter through the passenger side.”
I’d been around enough poor people growing up that I knew that sometimes people just

didn’t have the money to fix their beaters, so I didn’t say much. Still, something was nagging at
me as I followed her around to the passenger side. I mean, the van basically gleamed. Like
polished obsidian. Anyone able to afford that kind of paint-job—or a brand-new car—could
have fixed the damn driver’s-side door.

I could have saved myself a lifetime of pain and buttrape if I’d just listened to that

nagging little voice in my head. But then she dropped her keys and I was suddenly getting a
damn good view of that perfect ass. My mind kind of went in neutral and stayed there as she
started fishing around under the car for her keys, and my rating went from a nine to a ten. I
found out later that my masters knew I was an ass-man, and that was another of their reasons for
picking me. They knew I liked to get my girls to let me fuck their ass hard. I’d even had a few
that really didn’t want it in there, but I got ‘em drunk enough or guilted ‘em enough that
eventually, I got my rocks off up their butt anyway. Even had a few that cried, but jeez, I was
kind of a prick, okay?

Anyway, I was standing there, getting a real good look at the female form, thinking about

tearing off her gym pants and shoving my cock up her ass, when the sliding-door on the van
slammed open and three guys in jeans and leather jackets lunged out and grabbed me. Just that
fast, another guy ducked out from behind the dumpster and, as I started to struggle, shoved me,
hard, into the van. Between the four of them, they got me face-down on the floor with my arms

yanked behind me and held there. Someone forced a big red rubber ball into my mouth and
buckled it behind my head, so when I started to scream, all that came out were muffled grunts.

I kind of freaked when they started rolling up my sleeves, thinking they were going to

inject me with some sort of drug. Man, was I wrong. I felt them fit something heavy around my
wrists and lock them. They weren’t handcuffs—they were much thicker, and almost felt like
padded leather--but I felt a definite click as they locked into place.

They threaded a rope through the rings on my new wrist-cuffs and bound them together,

immobilizing my arms. At the same time, a dude was working on my legs, locking the same
type of cuffs around my ankles and binding them together. Then they threaded a rope through
the cuffs on my ankles and yanked them up and back, linking them to the cuffs on my wrists. In
the space of like thirty seconds, I went from standing, watching this girl’s ass to hog-tied and
helpless in the back of a van. It was the collar, though, that really freaked me out. They rolled
me over, until I was just about dislocating my shoulders with my own weight, and yanked the
neck of my jacket down. Then, as dispassionately as if they were collaring a loose dog, snapped
another one of those heavy padded things around my throat.

This time, though, I got a good look at it. There was no latch, no catch, no lock. Once it

closed, that was it. What was worse, it had four heavy D rings spaced out around my neck. I
was a smart cookie. I’d looked up a little BDSM. I knew what something like that could be used
for. Hell, I’d used it a bit myself, when my girlfriends weren’t letting me fuck ‘em the way I
wanted to. Kinda eased them into the idea of a little bondage, then locked ‘em down and took
‘em right. They never pressed charges or anything, but I can’t say they were too enthused about
the idea, if their screaming and begging me to stop was any indication.

Anyway, that’s another subject. When I felt them lock that collar around my throat, I

started to scream against my gag, as loud as I could.

One of the guys punched me in the gut, hard. As I coughed and sputtered, they all

laughed. “Looks like the butt-slave is having second thoughts about a good fucking tonight,
huh?” one of the four guys in the van chuckled. Into my face, he said, “What’s the matter, there,
Marcus? Don’t think you can handle what you dish out?”

That made my blood turn to ice. I got the sick feeling they weren’t talking about a kinky

party with the brunette, and I started screaming and kicking, but with my arms tied to my legs, I
had no real leverage, and the ball-gag was effectively blocking my face, so I couldn’t even bite
them.

They yanked the door shut and then started going to work. The next part really made me

scream. They cut my clothes off with a set of those big black industrial scissors, then, with me
rolled awkwardly to my side, they lathered up my crotch with ice-cold shaving cream and started
shaving my nuts. It was cold, it was invasive, and it was humiliating. I mean, I’m a clean guy. I
spent lots of time showing myself off, what with the bodybuilding competitions and all. But this
went beyond cleanliness. They didn’t even leave me a strip. They took it all. One of the bigger
ones even squatted nearby, stroking himself as he watched them shave me. And man, I knew the
lust in those eyes. I knew exactly what the bastard wanted to do with me with that big cock in
his hand, and my panic kind of went into overdrive. I lost my mind, no longer caring that there
was a razor against my nads, just knowing, deep-down, that I was in serious shit.

It was actually kind of funny. All my screaming, all my flailing, and it didn’t even slow

them down. They just held me easily in place, all four of them prying my balls this way and that
as they sudsed up my scrotum and crotch and shaved me bald. Then, once I was hoarse and
panting from screaming at the strange dudes touching my junk, they pulled something out of

their bag of goodies that made my blood run cold. I’d spent enough time around the block to
recognize a buttplug when I saw one. Hell, I’d shoved a couple of my own in my girlfriends, to
loosen them up for a good ass fucking. But this thing… Man, to me, it looked fucking huge.
Like the size of a girl’s wrist.

“Your new masters want you stretched out before delivery, boy,” one of my captors

chuckled. They rolled me over, so I was on my chest again. I felt them start prying apart my
buttocks and yeah, I lost it. I’d never had anything go up my ass, ever. Even at the docs’ offices,
when they tried to do their routine checks, I just flat-out refused. Told ‘em to pass me or I’d sue
‘em for trying to force the issue.

So yeah, I saw that plug and it was like a little switch flipped in my head when I realized

where they intended to shove it. I started thrashing for all I was worth, trying desperately to
wring my wrists out of the cuffs that held them. I knew I could beat these bastards to a bloody
pulp if I could just get my arms free. But they’d done an excellent job restraining me, and
whatever they’d used on my wrists and ankles worked like a damn charm. There was nowhere I
could go as several hands spread my buttocks wide and exposed my sphincter to the cold air.

As I screamed, two guys held my knees wide apart and a third started pressing something

cold against my asshole, working it back and forth as it sank into my unwilling sphincter. It was
brutal, it was fast, and they weren’t doing anything to loosen me up first.

Oh God, I thought, grinding my teeth against the humiliation and pain. Oh God it

fucking hurts…

The pressure was unbearable.
“Give him some more lube,” one of the men laughed. “He’s too tight.”
The plug retreated suddenly and I heard the unmistakable squirt of a bottle of goo. When

the plug returned, it was cold and slick and I just about lost my mind trying to get away from it.
No, I screamed against the gag. No, you sick fucks! But I couldn’t get away from the frigid thing
assaulting my asshole. After several patient minutes on their part, I felt my sphincter slowly
losing tension, easing open for their invasion. It was that point where I tried, as a last resort, to
bear down and force the damned thing out of me.

Yeah, big mistake. The rest of the butt-plug slid into my ass like it was meant to be there,

leaving me with the unbearable need to take a shit, settling into my rectum like a cold, hard turd.
It was awful. Just…awful. Made my whole body shake with the humiliation of it.

Looking back, nowadays, it’s hard for me to remember a time in the last four years I

haven’t worn a plug, aside from the times I was shitting or getting fucked. My masters say it’s
good for me, and I gotta say, it certainly made me develop a little empathy for those girls I took
up the ass, but yeah, a little too late on that score. Depending on my masters’ mood, they tie me
down and plug my ass with toys that range in size from a single bead to something easily as big
as my fist, and sometimes come with something cute like a horse or piggy tail, or are other times
inflatable. I hate the things, but my masters really get off on them, and when they lock the
fuckers into my body with a belt, I don’t really have a choice.

Anyway, it was my first personal experience with a buttplug, and I was freaking out at

the time. Man, it hurt, but back then, I didn’t really know what pain was. The pressure was
intense. It hurt to move. My ass cheeks felt like they were being spread to their limit. The
humiliation was… Well, let’s just say that a little bit of me had just crumbled away out of the
sheer horror of the thing invading my ass, leaving me with that awful full sensation—and a rock-
hard cock. Seriously, there is something about prostate stimulation that will get any guy off,
regardless of how much he fights it. Yeah, feeling my boner like a freakin’ crowbar in my belly

as these fuckers were molesting me—that was pretty awful. I begged them through the gag to
take it out, but they just laughed and slapped my buttocks and left it in.

Above me, one of my captors laughed and gently slapped my cheek as I panted in pain

and rage, my colon spasming over the huge thing invading me. “Let us know when you need to
take a shit, slave,” the man laughed. “Until then, you’ll be wearing this while we fuck your
face.”

“Oh don’t worry,” one of the men chuckled, as my eyes widened and I and struggled at

that news. “You’ll get a chance to breathe. There’s only four of us.”

Then they were standing me painfully up on my knees, holding me upright with a hand in

my hair. “We’re gonna remove the gag,” the guy holding me said. “And Joe, there, is going to
shock your balls with that cattle-prod if you scream, bite, or resist in any way. Before we start,
he’s going to give you a little taste, just so you know what to expect.”

To demonstrate, a guy I hadn’t really seen until this point slipped out of the shadows of

the van and shoved a forked prod against my balls. I shrieked and tried to escape the searing
agony in my nuts, but the bonds holding my wrists to my ankles were too secure, and I could
only kneel there, helplessly, as Joe raped my balls with electricity.

I screamed until he finally yanked the prod back, at which point I just kind of collapsed

against the hands holding me up, too relieved to resist them anymore.

“Got it, slave?” the one who had spoken earlier demanded. “You fight us, your balls get

another demonstration with the prod. We feel teeth, we’ll cut them fucking off.”

I nodded desperately. At that point, I would have done anything to avoid another jolt to

the junk. I gotta tell you, that was the worst pain I’d ever felt, until that point. Made the thing in
my ass kind of pale in comparison.

The man holding me gave a satisfied chuckle and unbuckled the gag from the back of my

head and yanked the red rubber ball from my mouth.

“Please,” I babbled, crying, now. “Please let me go.” And yeah, I cried. My butt was

plugged with something bigger than the worst dump I’ve ever taken, spreading my asscheeks
open, and I was helpless with five guys around me who were about to rape my face. Yeah, I
cried.

“Just be glad we’re not taking your perfectly sculpted ass, pretty boy,” the captor

gripping my hair laughed, as he unzipped his pants and revealed a huge circumcised cock. He
was a big Caucasian man who looked like a poster-boy for the Redneck Society. “You’re lucky
we’re just the delivery boys. Your new masters have first dibs on that particular cherry.”

My new masters? Yeah, that didn’t sound good.
But then, staring down at this seven-inch cock that was now out and hard in front of my

face, not much of anything was looking good at that point.

“Suck it, slut,” the man holding my head commanded. “Suck me off. Make it good.”
I hesitated. I mean, I was being completely overwhelmed by the scent of male musk, and

his purple, veiny cockhead didn’t look too appetizing. It ran through my head to try and bite his
dick off.

…for approximately half a second. Then my old friend Electric Joe shoved his little toy

against my balls and I screamed like a goddamn girl as my balls twisted and shriveled in an
attempt to escape the pain. All the while, the two guys holding me upright on my knees just kept
me there, writhing against the cattle prod.

I’m not sure when I took the guy’s cock in my mouth, but it must’ve been soon after that,

because eventually, Joe stopped shocking my balls, and I started sucking cock in earnest.

“Oh… Oh yeah…” my captor said, wrapping his hands around the back of my head and

forcing my face deeper onto his cock. “Take that, my little bitch.”

And I took it. Weeping, choking, I sucked his fat cock until he started pumping his hairy

groin against my face in response. Then I hesitated again, realizing he was getting close to
cumming. Seeing the tell-tale signs of his stiffening body, the tightening of his hands, I tried to
pull back.

The prod against my balls again removed all my compunctions to taking a man’s load in

my mouth. I held painfully still as I felt him grip my head and start to contort against my face,
and a moment later, his hot sperm started to coat the back of my throat. I gagged immediately
and tried to spit it out, but the cattle prod hit me in the gonads again.

“Swallow it, slave,” the man with his cock still filling my face ordered. “Swallow my jiz

like a good boy.”

Aw, hell. At that point, I didn’t have a lot of options. Ashamed, humiliated, angry, not

knowing why this was happening to me, I swallowed. I felt the burning, tangy sensation as it
went down, and immediately fought to keep it there.

No sooner had I cleared my mouth of the man’s cum than another of my abductors took

his place. This guy was big and African, and obviously had a bit more heft to his package.

“Open up, slave,” the man said, forcing an ebony thumb painfully into the corner of my

mouth, grinding my lips against my molars. “You’re gonna take it like a good boy, or I’ll just
take your ass, instead.” I wanted to kill him out of shame, but I opened my jaw. No sooner had I
done so than he fed his thick black cock into my mouth and started thrusting against my face,
kind of like the way a dog does when he finds a bitch. I choked and gagged, but I didn’t try to
twist my head away. I knew better than that.

That black guy fucked my face for a good ten minutes, drawing it out, starting slow, then

speeding up, then switching the rhythm again. He didn’t want me to suck him, just hold still as
he used my mouth. When he finally got around to blowing his load, I was trembling all over
with the humiliation of this guy fucking me, literally using me like a blow-up doll. The hot wash
of seed didn’t help, and this time, I did spit it out.

Big mistake. The guy with the prod shocked me until my balls tightened into little

nuggets against my rock-hard cock. Fucking prostate. The butt-plug was still keeping me hard
enough to pound nails as these guys raped me, and that was probably the worst part. I mean, it
actually looked like I was getting off on this. My cock was literally purple with need.

The other guys didn’t really want to fuck my face. They wanted to fuck my ass. There

was actually a huge argument between my captors over that. Half of them didn’t want to
‘damage the goods,’ and I got the strong idea that whoever was paying for me had specifically
ordered them not to pop my cherry. I guess whoever ordered them to kidnap me had some
serious influence, because in the end, all the raping bastards did to my ass was leave it plugged.

Then they rolled me over and started to suck me off.
My God, you think having a plastic cone wedged up your ass while you are face-raped is

humiliating? Try having your wrists bound to your ankles as your captor artfully massages your
unwilling balls and puts his warm, wet mouth around your rock-hard dick while three other guys
are masturbating over you, caressing your muscles like you’re some sort of expensive blow-up
doll. Yeah, I’ve taken my hits, but until that point, that one pretty much took the cake. I lay
there, my shoulders and legs in agony, looking helplessly on as this guy really did a bang-up job
on my cock. Like, that asshole gave me a better blowjob than I’d ever had my whole life, better

than the best hookers I’d ever picked up, and as much as I tried to fight it, I could feel an orgasm
coming on.

“No!” I screamed, trying to flex away from him. “No, goddamn it!”
But the guy laughed and kept sucking, kept fucking me with his mouth.
Oh, and the three guys above me were really getting off on my struggles, too.
“Fuck, he looks so good,” one of the guys above me groaned, as he pumped at his uncut

cock directly over my helpless face. “Look at those abs.”

“Look at the size of his fucking cock,” one of them countered. “It’s thick. And what is

that, like eight inches?”

“Nine,” the guy blowing me said, coming up for air. “Bet he had a lot of fun butt-fucking

those poor girls.”

“Yeah, not anymore,” one of them snorted. “He’ll be lucky if they ever let him cum

again. Heard they were gonna lock it down tight for a few years.”

“Shame,” the guy with his mouth hovering over my cock said, “I could see using a cock

like this for some really fun shit.”

“Just hurry up and get him off so we can pierce his dick and get on with this,” one of my

captors said. “He’s due at their place by midnight.”

That made the little record playing in my head screech to a halt. Pierce my…dick? They

had to be fucking kidding, right?

They weren’t.
Then my rapist’s hot, warm mouth was right back on my cock, pumping, sucking, and I

started to scream obscenities at him as I tried to hold back the orgasm I felt coming.

Unfortunately, my struggles really seemed to turn on my captors, and pretty soon, all

three of them were groaning and cumming all over me. I took the first jet across my face, then
grunted in disgust as their hot jism started spattering my neck, my chest, my lips…

The smell of another man’s cum on my face was singularly the worst, most humiliating

moment of my life. I was shaking all over, now, in an attempt to keep the bastards from
dragging my own sperm out to play, but the worst part was the smell. I always thought girls
were too damn squeamish when I wanted to cum on their faces and they turned me down. I
mean, seriously, what could a little cum hurt, when I found it so fucking hot to smear my jiz over
their faces?

Well, yeah, this time, I wasn’t finding it hot. Combined with the odd, tingly heat in my

stomach where I’d been forced to swallow their jiz, when they started smearing their juices all
over me, rubbing it in with their hands, forcing it into my mouth, I was finding it enough to make
me want to vomit. My shame was complete, though, when the guy with his face on my cock
finally tipped me over the edge. I screamed in denial, but that heat reached an unwilling
crescendo and I came, and I came hard. The guy yanked his mouth off before I could shoot my
load against his tongue and he let me cream all over myself, adding to the mess. Then they
started tucking their cocks away and zipping up with no more care than if I were a plastic doll—
or a urinal.

“You fuckers,” I whimpered, shaking in total humiliation.
They just laughed and shoved the ball-gag back between my teeth, locking it back in

place, then followed that up by buckling a leather blindfold around my head, leaving me blind
and mute.

Then I heard leather and something heavy and metal scrape against the floor of the van.

“You ready, big boy?” one of them asked. “We’re gonna give you a few handle-holds, to keep
you in line.”

“You know,” another added. “Like a ring through a bull’s nose.”
Then I felt one of them grab me by my limp dick and start swabbing it down with

alchohol, and I just started to scream.

The pain came brutal and fast. They pierced the entire head of my penis with what felt

like a tire iron, straight across the head. It hurt so bad I just kind of spasmed and cried, unable to
get enough air to scream. I heard, rather than felt, them shove something through the hole and
lock it into place. That tiny little click, like the click on a padlock, left a deep-seated dread in my
gut, triggering a full-on sobbing breakdown.

Then they did the same to my balls, and oh my God, I just wanted to die. Then it was my

nipples. They locked something into each of them, and each time I felt that little click, my balls
kind of shriveled with dread. These guys had something awful planned, I knew it. Raping
someone’s face was one thing. Punching steel needles through their dicks was something else
entirely. They weren’t going to let me go. I knew then, as they fiddled with the rings they’d
locked into my chest, that they weren’t going to let me go, and that knowledge left me panting
through my gag, desperate and scared, unable to see, unable to beg them to release me.

When they finished with that particular game, I had a new piercing in my cock, balls, and

in each nipple. One of them started the engine and put the van into gear and my stomach sank
with dread as I realized they were going to take me somewhere secure before they started really
fucking me. I knew that was really bad news.

“Oh calm down,” one of the men laughed. “It won’t be so bad. Your new masters are

generally pretty lenient. You’ll just have to learn to obey…or you’ll get fucked until it kills
you.”

“My wager is it kills him,” one of the guys laughed. “You seen their cocks?”
“Yeah, well,” one of them chuckled. “You never know. Maybe his ass’ll hold out.”
“Tony’s sister’s ass didn’t hold out. I heard she had to have surgery.”
“Yeah, well. Where he’s going, the shithead will get what’s coming to him.”
Several of my captors snickered. After that, I felt a sharp prick in my arm and it was

lights-out.

#

I woke up cold, with my shoulders feeling like they were being ripped out of the socket.

I groaned and tried to roll over, but found that I was hanging by my wrists. Immediately,
everything came rushing back. The van. Getting shaved. Five guys, fucking my face. Piercing
my cock…

In a flash of panic, I looked down.
I was naked. My feet were spread apart by some sort of bar that had been attached to the

cuffs they had sealed around my ankles, my toes swinging freely above what looked like a
padded floor.

And yeah, I was pierced. A big metal ring, sideways through the head of my dick.

Looked a lot like the rings they put through a water buffalo’s septum, to keep them docile for all
those rice-farmers in Thailand. I had a sinking feeling that was exactly what it was going to be
used for, too. Lemme tell you, it was not a good feeling.

There was another, smaller one through my scrotum. And, to top it all off, I was now

sporting two industrial-sized rings through my areolas. I mean, I’ve seen my fair share of nipple-
rings before—those decorations that girls like to show off with the pretty beads or gems or stars,
stuff to grab a guy’s attention and get him horny for a good fucking. Well, these weren’t
decorations. These were almost as thick as my pinkie, and went well into the meat of my man-
titties. They were for control. No if, ands, or buts. Whoever put them there wasn’t thinking
about making me pretty. They were thinking about using them to hold me still as they did what
they wanted with me.

But even back then, looking down at those huge steel rings in my chest, I didn’t realize

just how fucked I really was. Seeing the steel glinting back at me from my perfectly tanned skin,
I was just pissed. I should’ve been scared.

After a moment fuming about the scars those rings were going to leave—and how it was

going to ruin my chances at Mr. Olympia—I took in the rest of my surroundings. I was hanging
from the ceiling of a big concrete room by a chain linking the cuffs on my wrists. The blindfold
was off, but the red rubber ball had been traded out for a ring that spread my jaws painfully wide
and allowed the passage of my tongue—or other things. Like I said, I’m a sharp cookie. I had a
pretty good idea what that ring was for, and I totally freaked.

Looking back, I probably should’ve kept quiet, because as soon as I started thrashing and

making noise, my new masters came to see me.

They were both taller than me—which is unusual—and handsome, and when they opened

the heavy metal door of my prison, I froze. One was a porcelain-skinned redhead direct with
some obvious Irish in him and the other was an ebony-skinned behemoth looking like he was
straight out of the savannahs of Africa. They were dressed in black leather and carried whips.
Like, cow whips. Yeah, not good.

“Listen, you fuckers,” I blurted through the gag as I hung there, swinging slowly from the

ceiling. “I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but let me go. Now.”

The shorter of the two, Tony, the six-four redhead beefcake that made me look scrawny,

just smiled and calmly said, “Jake, I think our new property is in need of a lesson.”

Property? Yeah, bullshit on that. I thrashed again, in rage, but I managed to do nothing

except swing my back towards them. Yeah, real genius maneuver on my part, there. I heard one
of them walk up to me across the mat, then flinched as I felt him touch my shoulders.

“You,” Tony said, from just behind my ear, “are now a slave.” I flinched when he tapped

me on the thigh with something hard and leathery. “We paid six million dollars for your body.”
Then I tensed all over as he put a big arm around my abdomen and pulled me close, so that my
back was against his hard, muscular chest. “Jake and I are going to fuck you, Marcus. We enjoy
dominating straight men, forcing them to take our huge cocks up their asses. We don’t want you
to like it. We want you to struggle and try to stop us. It gets us off to see our slaves helpless and
screaming as we fuck them. You think you can do that for us, slave?”

“Fuck you!” I screamed, thrashing again. Above me, the eye-bolt squeaked a little, but I

remained suspended, my legs helplessly spread, my toes swinging above the padded floor. And
yeah, that thing in my ass was still there, though my ass felt a lot more…resigned…to its
intrusion at this point.

“Oh no,” the man laughed. He brushed my earlobe with his lips. “We’ll be fucking you,

Marcus. Again and again. As much as we want, whenever we want.” At that, he reached down
and slid his big, leather-gloved hand around my genitals, cupping my balls, sticking his finger

through the ring in my cock and giving it a light tug. I froze, a mixture of disgust and revulsion
holding me immobile.

“You see,” Tony said, “we now own you, Jake. As of twelve-oh-three last night, you

died from a blow to the head. Muggings are such terrible things. A couple bought cops, a
coroner with a few skeletons in his closet, and your death certificate is already on file. Nobody’s
going to come looking for you. You’re dead, slave.” His leather glove gave my balls a gentle
squeeze. “And we’ve got all the time in the world to teach you to beg for our fat cocks up your
ass.”

“Get your fucking hand off my balls, asshole,” I snarled as best I could through the big

ring wedged between my teeth. It came out sounding like I was drunk.

My captor chuckled. “Your balls belong to us now, slave. So does your dick.” He

tugged again on the ring through the head of my penis for emphasis. “We can do anything we
want to you. Anything.” At that, holding me in place with his grip on my balls, he started
moving his other hand behind me, sliding his hand down, until his gloved finger began to slip
between the crevice of my muscular buttocks.

“No!” I screamed, as his finger began to seek out the thing plugging my anus. I wriggled,

but to no avail. With my legs spread, the bar between my ankles chained to the floor, I had no
way to avoid him. “No, dammit!” I shrieked, as I felt his finger start probing the sensitive area
around my sphincter, playing with the plug they’d wedged there.

“No?” Tony said, sounding amused. “What makes you think you get to say no?” His

finger kept burrowing deeper against my anus, probing, pushing, leaving me with an
uncomfortable pressure as it painfully sought to gain entrance around the buttplug.

“No!” I bellowed, desperately trying to shake him off.
“Mmm,” Tony said, “Such a tight little ass, slave. Even after all being plugged all night,

it’s still resisting me. I bet you’ve never taken a cock up here, have you?” His finger kept
working, slowly but surely, into my already painfully-stretched rectum. I roared in disgust and
revulsion, but I couldn’t get away from him. His finger kept invading, until my sphincter finally
relaxed against the abuse, and his finger sled the rest of the way inside me, working painfully
back and forth against the plug.

Feeling that man’s finger forcing its way up my ass, filling my colon, wiggling against

my prostate, I totally freaked out. I thrashed in my bonds, but there was absolutely nothing I
could do—nothing—to force that finger out of my ass. What was worse, like in the van, the
more I bore down, the easier he sank into me, and the deeper the penetration went. That
uncomfortable urge to take a shit because a burning, revulsive need—and my cock got hard all
over again, making the huge ring in my cockhead start to pound painfully where it was lodged in
my flesh. In horror, I watched my own cock rise to salute as the guy finger-fucked me from
behind, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

“Now,” Tony said, wriggling that big finger inside my colon, “who’s in command, here,

slave?”

“Get off me, you sick fuck!” I screamed.
“Oh,” Tony laughed, against my neck. “You need a better demonstration? Jake, you got

the lube?”

A deep baritone from the black man said, “Who says he needs lube?”
“True,” Tony said into my ear as he worked his finger in my ass, “but lube has its

advantages. We don’t want anything to tear his first time.”

The black man snorted, but I watched him walk over to a shelf along the far wall. For the

first time, I noticed the hundreds of instruments of torture hanging from the various hooks along
the wall, and I just got this cold welling of dread inside and started fighting the finger in my ass
in earnest.

“Bring a bigger plug,” Tony said. “Before we flog our new bitch, I think we’ll give him

something…heavy…to think on.”

Oh God, I thought, as panic started to sting at my veins. Oh God, they’re going to put

something even bigger up my ass?! The first plug had hurt. A dull, aching hurt that was
morphing into agony as the man kept spreading me wider with his probing finger.

The plug that the black man selected was roughly the same size around as my wrist and

looked to be of solid steel. As soon as I saw it, I thought there was no way. No effin’ way. It
would rip me apart. The first plug was making my bowels feel like they were tearing. That one
would kill me. Apparently, Tony saw that and had the same thought, because he laughed and
said, “Isn’t that a little big for a first-timer?”

Jake shrugged. “He’s gonna take bigger.”
And I got the distinct idea that he wasn’t talking about plugs.
“No, please,” I babbled, as Jake came over with a bottle of lube and that massive metal

plug. “I can pay. I have money.”

“Not enough, slave,” Tony idly said, still massaging my unwilling sphincter with his

finger. “We want a pretty fuck-toy to keep down here to please us, and you fit the bill nicely.
Since money is so little of an object for us, there really isn’t anything you could do to change our
minds. We like the way you look. Such a sexy stud…” He ran his hand up and down my chest,
following the contours of my carefully-sculpted muscles before his finger found the ring through
my left nipple and caught it, making me groan. He chuckled against my ear and patted my chest.
“We want you to take our cocks up your ass and obey. If you don’t, there will be punishment.”
Then, without warning, he yanked the first plug from my ass, hard. I screamed and shuddered in
both relief and humiliation.

As I hung there, panting, the black man squeezed out a big dollop of lube over the tip of

the massive steel plug, then used a hand to rub it around, watching my reaction closely. He
grinned as I started to get angry. When he handed the plug to Tony, though, and I felt the icy tip
of the massive plug touch my sphincter, I lost it.

“Stop!” I cried, feeling the uncomfortable invasion already. “Please stop!”
“Oh, look,” Tony laughed. “The slave is a fast learner. He’s saying please already.” He

didn’t stop shoving the thing into my ass. He went slow, but soon it felt like my ass was being
stretched completely apart, and was ripping inside. I groaned and tried to squeeze it out in
desperation, but it just seemed to sink in easier.

“That’s right, slave,” Tony murmured in my ear, “bear down. Take that plug up there.

Take it all. You like that? You like the feeling of that hunk of metal ripping your ass apart?”

“Nooo,” I whimpered, hanging painfully from the ceiling, my legs spread wide, unable to

avoid him. “Please, God…”

Tony laughed and kept pushing it into my ass, invading me. “You know, Jake, isn’t this

about the same size as our new slave’s cock?”

“Bout that,” Jake said.
“I seem to remember my sister saying something about getting tied up and fucked in the

ass buy a blonde bodybuilder after she told him no. He had a really big cock like that, too.”

“What a coincidence,” the black man said dryly.

Oh shit, I thought. This was one of those girls’ brothers? Oh shit. Ohshitohshit.

There’s a certain amount of terror that a guy feels, knowing that he’s at the mercy of the family
of a girl he basically butt-raped. “Is that what this is about?” I slurred around the gag. “You’re
gonna fuck me to get back at getting my rocks off in your sister’s ass?”

Tony laughed. “Oh no. It just gave us a good excuse to pull you out of the gene-pool.”

The cold steel plug was getting painful, now.

“Look, dude,” I babbled, “we were both a little drunk. I thought she said yes.”
“Sure you did,” Tony said. There was a definite note of bitterness to his voice. Then,

suddenly, the huge plug invading me retreated. “You know, Jake? I think he needs a little taste
of his own medicine. Make him beg me to finish shoving this thing up his ass, will you?”

The big black man grinned. “With pleasure.”
I tensed as I watched Jake pull the whip from his belt, but nothing could have prepared

me for that first lash against my cock and balls. I screamed, but I could only hang there,
helpless, my every inch of skin exposed to the fucker.

Jake brought the whip back and slapped me again, this time across the chest. I twisted in

my bonds, trying desperately to avoid him, but I had nowhere I could go. I think I was sobbing
by the fifth lash.

“Beg me to fill your ass with that plug,” Tony reminded me. “Hell, better yet, why don’t

you beg me to rape your ass tonight? That sounds like fun.”

“Noooo,” I moaned, whimpering as I swung from my wrists, panting in agony.
Tony chuckled and crossed his arms, watching as Jake stepped in and really began

whipping me in earnest. I was begging in a matter of minutes, but he kept going, until I was
sobbing in terror and agony, hanging in limp exhaustion from my bonds.

“I think I heard him ask you to fuck him,” Jake said, once I’d devolved into a total,

whimpering mess.

“You sure?” Tony said. “I wasn’t so sure.”
“Please put the plug up my ass and fuck me!” I screamed, realizing that Jake was going to

take to me with the whip again. See? I told you I was a quick learner. I was already bleeding in
a dozen places where the leather had lacerated my flesh, and I figured taking something up the
butt couldn’t possibly hurt as much as getting whipped. I mean, it was like taking a prolonged
shit, right?

Boy, was I wrong.
“Say, ‘Please fuck me in the ass master,’” Jake said, grinning at me like a smug leopard.

Yeah, I’ll bet. A black man having his very own white slave. Bet that just made his fucking day.

But I said it. Yeah, no shame there. I mean, what choice did I have, right?
Tony chuckled and walked back behind me. I felt him spread my buttocks again with his

gloved fingers and I gritted my teeth against the ring gag, but didn’t complain.

“All right, slave,” Tony said, as he started working the head of that steel plug back up my

ass. “Try to bear down, slut. This is going to go much easier on you if you just relax and take
it.”

“Not that we really care,” the black man added, watching me as he started to unzip the

crotch of his leather pants. “We’re gonna fuck you until it kills you, slut. And we’re gonna love
making you scream.” The massive ebony cock that flopped out of his trousers was enough to
make a guy’s heart stop, and when he started stroking it, watching his friend shove the plug up
my ass, it only got bigger with the attention.

“Yes, but the longer we keep them alive, the more fun we can have,” Tony said, as the

cold pressure in my colon continued to build to unbearable heights.

“Noooo,” I groaned. “Please. It fucking hurts…” And oh, God, it hurt. Like someone

had shoved his damned fist up there and was spreading my ass apart.

“Oh, slave,” Tony laughed with patronizing amusement, “it’s only halfway in. You’ve

still got the thick end coming.”

Only halfway? I freaked again and screamed myself hoarse, which only seemed to make

Jake harder. I had a freakin’ plug the size of a fist going up my backdoor, I had a guy gripping
the ring they’d put through my balls, whispering to me about how much I was going to enjoy
being their slut, and I was tied up and naked and helpless as this black dude started jerking off,
watching me with obvious lust.

Yeah, I guess I wasn’t having a good day.
The pressure became so intense that I gritted my jaw and started breathing in little grunts,

utterly sure that my insides were being ripped apart.

He’ll take it out, I thought. I just have to wait for the sick fuck to have his fun, then he’ll

take it out.

Just when I thought the stretching discomfort would kill me, I felt a sudden release of

pressure in my sphincter and I felt myself clamp down on the back end of the plug. Now, for a
moment, I thought he’d shoved it all the way inside my ass. Then I felt the rubbery plastic
pulled tight against the flesh between my buttocks and I realized, in horror, that my body was
gripping the damned thing he’d shoved into me. I tried forcing it back out, but it was just too
big, and the bulb stayed firmly planted in my ass..

“So,” Tony said, into my ear, “how’s it feel, slave-boy? You’ll be taking stuff like this

up your ass all the time, so you’d best get used to the feel.” He patted the plug where it spread
my buttocks wide, making me grunt in pain.

“Lower the slave,” Jake said, still pumping his huge cock as he watched me contort on

the plug filling my colon. “I think I’m gonna give him a load right now.”

Tony chuckled. “Sounds like fun. He went over to the wall and hit a button, then

suddenly my spread feet were being pulled out from under me, forcing my body forward and
down, until I was hanging parallel to the floor—at hip-level to my two attackers.

Like I said. I’m a smart cookie. I could put two and two together. I knew the bastards

were going to try and force their cocks into my mouth. I knew it, but with a massive cone
plugging my ass and my arms and legs bound, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. I
screamed and twisted and spun in my bonds, but in the end, all the huge black man had to do was
grab me by the back of the head and force my head into position as he fed the tip of his massive
member through the ring holding my mouth open.

I whimpered and tried to plug the hole with my tongue, but the thick black cock slid

inexorably into my open mouth, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag with its salty
musk.

“Mmph—mmph!” I screamed, trying to shake my head free.
The sudden, agonizing snap of Tony’s whip against my skin made me gasp and forget

about Jake’s cock for an instant. The rest of the black behemoth’s manmeat slid into my mouth
without complaint as Tony took up where Jake had left off and began whipping me mercilessly
against the back of the thighs and spine.

“Oh, yeah, take it, my little bitch,” the big black man groaned, as he fed his member into

my mouth. “Take it all, slave-slut.” He began a slow, rhythmic pumping of my head down his

cock, using my face like a man would use a woman’s pussy. Then, as I coughed and sputtered
and my gut churned with humiliation, he started increasing the pressure on the back of my head,
until his big cock was slipping down my throat, blocking my windpipe.

“Oh yeah,” the black man murmured, caressing my face lovingly as I choked on his cock.

“That’s the way, slave-boy. Choke on it. That’s right. Choke.” The way he said it, he was
making the soft, soothing sounds one would give a pet.

I struggled hard, then, because I was running out of air and getting desperate.
“Hell yeah,” Jake groaned, beginning to pump his cock deeper down my throat, “this

little white bitch is so tight.”

I really tried to thrash, then, but as big as I was, Jake was even bigger, and he just kept

my head right where he wanted it, until my nose was buried in his pubes and I my vision was
starting to go hazy around the edges.

My whole world, at that point, narrowed to trying to breathe. I forgot the plug in my ass,

I forgot the fact that Tony had stopped whipping me and was doing something to the ring in my
balls, I forgot that I was naked and humiliated in some asshole’s dungeon. All I knew was that I
was running out of air, and my captor wasn’t looking like he was going to let me breathe any
time soon. He kept groaning deep in his chest, making slow, easy movements in my throat,
plugging my windpipe completely as he used my face for his pleasure.

Just as I was starting to slip consciousness, Jake withdrew his cock long enough for me to

suck in a ragged gasp of air. Then he plunged his huge black shaft back into my throat and
started to fuck me in earnest, utterly ravaging my face with his cock, pounding my nose against
his pubes again and again as his body started to tense with a long, gut-deep groan.

I’ve cum enough times I knew this wasn’t going to be good, but like I said, there wasn’t a

damn thing I could do about it. Just as Jake was starting to convulse over me, pumping his wads
of sperm down my throat, Tony yanked the big plug out of my ass and put his cock in its place,
feeding its thickness between my spread buttocks.

When Jake finally pulled out, my mouth and throat was filled with his cum. I struggled

to swallow enough to clear my windpipe, but suddenly Tony was cramming his huge cock into
my ass and I screamed in agony as he slammed himself all the way in, until I felt his thighs on
my ass.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Tony said, his groin tight against my ass. “Did that hurt, slave?”
“Yes,” I babbled, “oh God, yes, it hurt. Please take it out!”
I could hear the smile in Tony’s face as he said, “I seem to remember my sister saying

she said something like that to a certain blonde bodybuilder, back when he tied her down and
fucked her ass. Jake, do you recall what he did to her, when she asked him to take it out?”

Impaled on Tony’s cock, I got this gut-deep welling of dread when the huge black man in

front of me said, “He told her to shut up or he’d gag her make her clean his dick off once he’d
finished fucking her.”

“Oh, right,” Tony said. He grabbed me by the hips and started moving his cock inside

me, slow and easy, and I let out a gut-deep moan of despair.

“How’s he feel?” Jake said, wiping the leftover cum on his cock off on my face.
“Oh, tighter than a coke bottle,” Tony groaned. “I could get used to this.”
“Pleaaase,” I sobbed. “God, please, it hurts.” Yeah, I really was a pussy back then. But

could you blame me, really? Tony had a dick the size of a mammoth’s. I heard him talking with
Jake once, and his cock is seven inches in girth. So yeah. It hurt.

“Please?” Tony demanded. For a moment, his cock paused in my ass and I thought,

naively, that he was about to take it out. But I could hear the smile in his voice when he said,
“Okay. I’ll fuck you harder, slave.” With a welling of dread, I remember saying something
similar, to some random girl I’d tied up and fucked.

Then he really started raping my ass. Jake, apparently enjoying the show, had gotten

hard again, and was once more feeding his cock back through the ring prying my jaws open. As
Tony started pounding me from behind, fast and hard, Jake once again began shoving his dick
down my throat and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to scream or if I wanted to breathe. I didn’t get
much choice in the matter. Jake, it turns out, can cum hard and cum fast. It only took him a few
thrusts and he was pumping another load down my throat, while Tony was slapping his balls
against my groin with the force of his thrusts. Desperate again for air, my body eventually took
over for me and I swallowed the rest of the black man’s jizz, then took huge, shuddering breaths
as Jake released me with a satisfied groan and Tony used my ass with as much care a guy would
give a machine.

“Oh Goooood,” I moaned, as Tony pounded me from behind, “you motherfuckers…

ungh…ungh…ungh…fuck…ungh…” I grunted with each powerful thrust of his cock, feeling as
if my insides were going to rip apart. “God, stop!” I managed through the remainder of the black
man’s cum. “Please fucking stop!”

“Flog the insolent prick,” Tony said. “Nobody told the slave to speak.”
Chuckling, the big black man once again pulled the whip from his belt and I got another

taste of real pain. I screamed like a little girl, which only made Tony’s cock penetrate me all that
much deeper, taking away all his resistance.

“More,” Tony laughed. “Fuck that feels good when he screams. Keep going.”
“No!” I howled, but the flog came down, again and again, and I had no way I could twist

to avoid it, nowhere I could go to get away from the massive cock invading my ass, plugging my
colon, spreading my buttocks wide.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Tony groaned, as he reached under and got a good grip on my balls.

“I’m gonna cum in you, slave. You want me to cum in your tight little asshole, right?”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” I screamed. “Get the fuck off me, you cocksucker!”
Tony laughed and yanked hard on the ring through my balls. I let out a long, low groan

of agony. “Manners, slave-boy,” Tony said, as he fucked me. “Manners. Jake, plug his mouth
for me. I’m tired of hearing the bitch scream.”

The black man chuckled and once again fed his flaccid black member through the ring

prying my mouth open. I gagged and tried to push him out with my tongue, but that only seemed
to make him hard again, and soon he was fucking my throat again as his companion rammed his
huge cock into my ass.

Even in my haze of trying to breathe, I could feel Tony getting close to cumming. The

pain in my ass was becoming excruciating. Never in my life had I needed so badly to take a shit,
but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Tony’s hips started pumping harder and
harder, and then suddenly I felt him contort against my buttocks, ramming himself in as deep as
he could go as his huge cock started to pulse inside my rectum, and I felt the horrible knowledge
that I’d just taken a man’s sperm up my ass.

At about the same time, the black man stopped trying to let me breathe and started

whipping me, hard, as he came again in my throat. My whole body convulsed in agony with
every brutal swing as he pumped his cum into my mouth for a third time. Like I said, Jake is…

talented…in that respect. He can cum all day, every day, and still have a load to waste in his
sleep at night.

When Jack finally released me and pulled his elephant-sized ebony cock free, I just

dropped my head and let the cum slide from my mouth as I gasped for breath. Tony had finished
cumming and was just standing there between my spread thighs, panting, his cock lodged firmly
up my ass.

“There’s so many things we’ll need to teach you, slave,” Tony said, as he began to pet

my buttocks, cock still filling me from behind. Tonight’s lesson is the first, and the biggest.
You belong to us, now. We can do anything we want to you.”

“Please take it out,” I whimpered. “Fuck, it hurts, man. Please just take it out.”
Tony chuckled. “We own you,” he continued, “so if I wanted to, say, loose another load

into my slave—” he started pumping his hips again, slowly, making me give a gut-deep groan as
his cock shoved my innards around, “—then you’ll just have to take it. Because that’s what you
are to us. A cum repository. Got it?”

I shuddered as he continued to violate me.
“I believe your master asked the slave a question,” Jake said.
“Fuck you, fucking cocksucker,” I groaned, more concerned with Tony’s cock splitting

me apart than Jake’s whip. Big mistake.

On cue, Jack started to whip me again, brutally, and I screamed, more of his cum sliding

from my open mouth as I miserably struggled to avoid the blows.

“Got it?” Tony laughed as he continued to fuck my ass slowly, “answer me. Show us

you understand your place as our bitch.”

“Fuck you!” I shouted, at the top of my lungs.
I could hear the smile in Tony’s voice as he said, “Oh no. Fuck you, slave.” And then he

grabbed me by the hips and started fucking me with a violent passion that left me screaming and
begging for mercy. My masters, the sick fucks that they are, gave me none. When Tony finally
spilled his second load into my ass and shoved the plug back into my colon, locking his cum into
my ass, his cock was crimson. All I could think when I saw it was, Oh fuck. That’s my blood.
He just fucking raped my ass and that’s my blood. I was pretty sure I was going to get some
awful infection and die, but as it turns out, the human ass is pretty resilient. I should know. I’ve
had something in it every day for the last four years.

But back to the story. Once they’d both used my holes to cum to their satisfaction, my

masters manipulated the contraption of chains again so that I was once more hanging by the
arms, then they switched off the light and left me suspended there in the dark, the plug still
spreading my helpless ass. I could feel either cum or blood running down my leg, but I couldn’t
see in the dark.

That was my first night with my masters.
Unfortunately for me, it’s now about time for my nightly raping, so I have to leave off on

my retelling for now, but that’s basically what happened. I woke up, they hung me up like a slab
of meat, and started fucking me. No real prelude, because they never intended to give me one.
They didn’t care about easing me into my role as their plaything. I was an object to them.
Something to be used. Still am, but at least now, I don’t fight them when they want to use me. I
learned a long time ago it hurts less when I just do what they want.

Note from Master Tony: Interesting retelling so far. Nice details. We will allow him to

keep his notebook and pen. However, slave shall have to be ass-raped more often, as obviously
he has not yet learned his place. ‘Sick fucks’ and ‘assholes’ is not an acceptable form of

address for a slave’s masters. Recommend an hour strapped on the butt machine the rest of the
night to make him more pliable.

Note from Master Jake: Agreed.