Slave

By Wayne Mansfield

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Slave

By Wayne Mansfield

Rocky zipped up his leather jacket and kept his head

down against the rain. It was only his second night in the city and
after hearing about Kunt, the most renowned gay fetish club in
the country, a bit of rain wasn’t going to keep him from checking
the place out for himself.

It wasn’t easy to find, but then again a club like that never

was. It was set halfway down a dimly lit, almost dark, alleyway
off the main nightclub strip. Had it not been for a pair of beefy
blokes dressed in leather turning into the shadowy lane, he might
never have found the large letters spelling out the word ‘KUNT’
above the nondescript, rusted metal door that led inside.

Only when he extended his hand towards the door handle

did his heart start to beat a tattoo. He wrapped his fingers around
the handle and as the door swung open the pounding beat of
industrial dance music washed over him. He waited behind the
two beefy leather men, heart still racing, while the man behind the
counter hung their jackets up. One of the men had removed his
leather pants and was now wearing no more than a studded
leather jockstrap. The hairy cleft between his meaty butt cheeks
had Rocky’s cock stirring. The man’s friend was wearing leather
chaps, a harness and a black leather policeman’s cap. He was
smooth and muscular, and his back was covered with a tattoo of a
Chinese dragon. The man behind the counter, having finished
hanging up their clothing, took some money from the man with the
leather chaps then the two men pushed through a large wooden
door, disappearing into the smoky otherworld on the other side.

Rocky removed his jacket to reveal a bare torso. He

folded it neatly in half lengthways and laid it on the counter.

“How much?” he asked.
The muscular man with a handlebar moustache picked

the jacket up from the counter and stood up. “Twenty dollars,” he
said, turning around to hunt for a spare coat hanger amongst the
many full hangers on the rack behind him.

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As he turned, Rocky noticed that not only was the man

completely naked except for a pair of heavy-duty leather work
boots, but he had butt plug wedged between his arse cheeks.
The flat end of the black sex toy was clearly visible, and had
Rocky’s cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. If this is
what the doorman’s like, he thought, what pleasures await on the
other side of that wooden door? He reached into his pocket and
found a crumpled twenty. He thrust it into the man’s hand, gave
him a wink, and pushed through the door into Kunt central.

At first it was difficult to see anything. The space behind

the door was dark except for the intermittent flashing of bright
lights that illuminated the clouds created by fog machines.
Ghostly shapes moved through the haze and even though the
pounding music filled Rocky’s ears, he could also hear the
grunting of men fucking nearby, though unseen.

He walked along what appeared to be the main

thoroughfare until he came to a corner. Turning it he came to a
large, cavernous space at the centre of which was a large dance
floor filled to capacity with naked and semi-naked men dancing
to the beat of a grinding dance track he’d never heard before. To
his left was the bar, where men stood either in twos and threes
chatting or by themselves with their backs to the counter, taking
in the sights.

And there were a lot of them.
One beefy daddy was sitting on a swing above the dance

floor while another younger man, only slightly less muscular,
rode his raw cock as they swept back and forth above the heads
of those dancing beneath them. Men on podiums danced with
hard-ons that slapped against their flat bellies as they gyrated to
the relentless dance beat. Those on the dance floor ranged from
slender and toned to muscular and stocky. Men were embracing
and kissing as they danced. One man was on his knees sucking
off another, who was waving his arms about and thrusting his
hips in time to the music. To one side of the dance floor Rocky
noticed a hairy daddy bear jerking off into his friend’s half-full
glass of beer. After the last drop of spunk had been drained from
the daddy bear’s thick cock, his friend drank down the contents

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of the glass in one go.

Rocky’s cock was so hard it was aching. He gave it a rub

to ease the dull throb and noticed a dark spot at the front of his
jeans where pre-cum was leaking into the fabric. He gave that a
rub, too, in the vain hope that he could wipe some of it off, but
until his cock stopped leaking it was going to be a wasted effort.

He ordered a beer. While the tattooed and pierced

barman poured it, Rocky took the time to check out the other
men lining the alcohol-soaked bar. He hadn’t got very far with his
inspection before he saw the most handsome man he’d ever laid
eyes on. The object of his instant desire was tall. Even though
the guy was leaning on the bar, Rocky could tell by the amount
of space he took up that he was over six feet tall. And powerfully
built. The guy must live in the gym. His biceps were at least the
same width as Rocky’s calf muscles. His tanned face was clean
shaven and smooth skinned, though there were tell-tale wrinkles
on his neck. He had jet-black hair, clipped almost to the scalp
around the back and sides and left a little longer on the top. But it
was his piercing blue eyes that held Rocky transfixed.

The man turned to face him. Rocky looked away, but

could not avert his eyes for long. When he looked back he found
the man still looking at him. Rocky smiled. The man returned his
smile. A surge of adrenalin flooded Rocky’s veins. His heart
began to pound. He swallowed a great gulp of beer and went
around to where the man was standing.

The muscular stud was wearing boots, a leather waistcoat

and nothing else. His buttocks looked like great mounds of meat
covered in cream. The dark line that split the twin peaks
promised a hairy arsehole and Rocky felt his hard cock twitch at
the thought.

“Hello,” he said.
The man looked casually over his shoulder. “Howdy.”
The man went to turn away.
“My name’s Rocky,” he said, hoping to keep the man’s

attention for just a moment longer.

“I’m Ben. What can I do for you?” His voice was deep and

smooth like honey. Despite his lack of conversation skills, his

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tone wasn’t unfriendly.

“I was wondering what I could do for you,” said Rocky.
Ben turned around and leaned back on his elbows. He ran

his eyes up and down Rocky. “Not bad,” he said. “What are you
into?”

“Almost everything,” replied Rocky truthfully. “Not into pain

or puke. Can do scat, piss, bondage…”

“You sub?”
“Yeah, I am. Total bottom.”
“But are you sub?”
Rocky thought for a moment. He didn’t know there was a

difference between a bottom and a sub. Although, he had heard of
power bottoms and he definitely wasn’t one of those. “Yes, I am.”

“Suck my cock,” said Ben.
Rocky’s eyes dropped to the thick slab of meat hanging

down between Ben’s oversized, hairy thighs.

“Now?” asked Rocky.
Ben turned back around and swallowed the contents of

his glass.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” said Rocky.
There was no response from Ben.
Rocky stepped up to the bar and looked into Ben’s eyes.

“I said I’ll do it.”

Ben ignored him for as long as it took to order another

beer. “I’m looking for obedience. A slave,” he said. “Not some
pussy boy. When I tell you to suck my cock I want you to get
your mouth on it straight away, not ask questions.”

“But I said I’d do it,” said Rocky trying his hardest to

salvage the situation. “I want to be your slave, sir. I’ll do anything.”

“But you didn’t do it.”
The barman placed a glass of beer in front of Ben, who in

turn handed the barman a ten dollar note.

“I’ll do it now,” said Rocky.
He dropped to his knees and grabbed Ben’s cock. He

guided it into his mouth and gave the head a bit of a suck before
taking as much of the meaty prick down his throat as he could.
Once he’d made himself comfortable he was able to open his

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throat up wider and take more of Ben’s cock. While men
approached the bar, got their drinks then left, Rocky busied
himself with giving the best head-job he’d ever given. If it meant
just one night with this muscle-god then it would be worth it.

It wasn’t long before Rocky completely forgot where he

was. The only thing that existed for him was Ben’s horse cock.
He reached around and gripped one of Ben’s arse cheeks to
keep himself from falling over. It was solid muscle. The skin was
so tight it was difficult to get a proper grip. But the tips of his
fingers did make contact with the hairy pucker that sat at the
centre of the crevice, and a shiver of ecstasy ran down his spine.

After several minutes of sucking, Rocky’s jaw began to

ache. Ben’s cock was so thick and so long that Rocky had to
keep his mouth wide open to comfortably accommodate it. His
neck was beginning to ache a little, too, from the prolonged back
and forth movement of his head. Yet there was no way he was
going to stop until he’d got his reward. He kept on sucking; Ben’s
low hanging nuts slapping him beneath the chin each time he
slid his lips down the man’s cock.

He felt Ben reach down and place a powerful hand at the

back of his head. He felt Ben thrust forward. Suddenly the hand
was pressing his head hard up against Ben’s smooth belly.
Within seconds Rocky felt something else. Something wonderful.
It was a flood of warm, slightly salty, slightly bitter cum,
streaming down the back of his throat. Ben’s over-sized balls
must have been brimming with warm, creamy juice, and Rocky
was thrilled to be receiving the whole damned lot.

When he had finished cumming Ben removed his hand

and Rocky was able to draw breath. However, once he’d filled
his lungs, he was back on Ben’s cock to suck out every last bead
of cum, even tonguing the eye of Ben’s cock to make certain
he’d done a thorough job. He wanted to impress Ben, to show
him what a good slave he’d make, and when he was satisfied
that he’d done a good job he licked his lips and stood up. His
eyes searched Ben’s face for an indication of how he’d done.
Ben’s expression hadn’t changed.

“I have to piss,” Ben said, leaving a half-full glass of beer.

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“But what about…?”
Rocky felt his heart plunge into the pit of his stomach. He

watched Ben weaving his way through the crowd, watched other
men staring lustily after him, just as he was doing. Finally, Ben
turned the corner and disappeared. Rocky was left with an
aftertaste of cum in his mouth and not much else. His whole
night had been ruined. To console himself he ordered another
beer and hoped things would get better.

After his fourth lager, Rocky’s bladder was fit to burst.

He’d been delaying his first piss because of the old saying ‘Once
you break the seal, you can’t stop pissing’. When it came to beer
and his bladder, there had never been a truer word spoken.

The toilet was dimly lit. Dark figures moved in the eerie

light and the sounds of sex competed with those of people
pissing. To his left, beneath a small row of windows, there was a
line of men. It seemed logical that that was where the urinal was.
He saw a space and filled it, taking his cock out of his jeans just
in time. The sensation of piss streaming out was almost as good
as an orgasm. He’d been holding it in for so long that the relief
he felt was palpable. Only as he was shaking off the last drops
did he realise there was a man lying in the trough, eagerly
accepting all donations of piss.

He washed his hands and dried them on the back of his

jeans. He couldn’t see where the paper towel was and wouldn’t
have been surprised if there was none. A loud fart tore through
the muffled sounds of sex, someone moaned out loud and Rocky
wondered what could be happening further back, where the
cubicles were. He’d leave finding out for another night.

He left the toilets, almost knocking into a couple who were

fucking up against the wall.

“Sorry,” he mumbled before hurrying back to the main room.
He’d never been much of a dancer. He’d always felt

stupid trying to co-ordinate his body to the beat of a dance track.
Perhaps if he got a little drunker, later that night, he might take a
chance on the dance floor. There seemed to be just as much
fucking as dancing, and while he wasn’t any good at dancing he
loved being fucked.

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Taking centre stage were a naked couple in boots, one

fucking the other at the centre of a throng of dancing men. Rocky
watched with unwavering interest as the man pumped his hips
against his partner then withdrew, allowing any number of
kneeling admirers to suck his cock, covering it in saliva so he
could re-insert it into his partner’s hole.

Rocky gave his cock a rub. Then a squeeze.
“You should let someone else do that for you,” said a man

with clipped blonde hair and multiple piercings.

Before Rocky knew what was happening, the man’s hand

was gripping his hard cock through his jeans.

“You’re making a mess, man.”
Rocky looked down and noticed how large the patch of

pre-cum had become.

Without another word the man put his mouth on Rocky’s

cockhead and sucked it through the denim. He put an arm through
Rocky’s legs and reached up to cup one of his arse cheeks.

Caught up in the action and the hot scene taking place on

the dance floor, Rocky threw caution to the wind and undid the
button on his jeans. He pulled the zipper down and let the man
squatting at his crotch pull his jeans down the rest of the way.
His cock sprang free. The man caught it, gripping it tightly and
guiding it into the warm, wet confines of his mouth. At first he
sucked it long and slow, his thick lips like twin cushions
surrounding the burning flesh of his stiff prick. Then he began
sucking a bit faster and a lot deeper. Twice the man gagged on
Rocky’s eight-inch uncut cock, but he was a skilled cock sucker.
Rocky could feel the head of his cock slide right down the man’s
throat. He felt the constricted space of the man’s oesophagus
pressing down on the first third of his erection. It was like fucking
a tight arse. When the man reached between his arse cheeks
and pushed his index finger through the muscle comprising his
arsehole, Rocky cried out, though his voice was lost in the
music. He pushed back against the finger, gyrating his hips in
tiny circles against the penetrating digit.

All the while the man’s lips kept slipping up and down

Rocky’s cock, bringing him closer and closer to climax.

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Then there was a second man at his cock. Two sets of lips

and two tongues were busily sucking and lapping at his proud
erection. The finger in his arse had made it to his prostate and he
could feel it rubbing tiny circles against the rock hard gland. In the
end there was no holding back. One mouth on his cock had
brought him to the brink of cumming, two mouths had his balls
bubbling. He grunted. Both men leaned back and watched as
Rocky took hold of his cock and finished the job they’d started. He
barely had time to give it a couple of strokes before both faces
were spattered with three days’ worth of cum. As the jets became
a dribble the two men leaned in and kissed each other, their
tongues licking up as much cum as they could. With a couple
more strokes Rocky was able to extract one last streak of cum,
which landed on their lips as they continued to kiss.

Suddenly everything went dark. Someone was pulling a

sack down over his head. He struggled but tripped on his jeans,
which were in a pile around his ankles. Strong hands stopped him
from hitting the floor, but by the time he had worked out what was
happening it was too late. His jeans had come off over his boots
and there were hands around his arms and legs. The bag over his
head was tied in a loose knot so it wouldn’t fall off and he felt
himself being lifted and carried—to a destination unknown.

* * * *

Rocky kicked and struggled as best he could against his

abductors. At the same time he noticed the music from the club
was growing more and more distant and the air felt cooler on his
naked flesh, yet he couldn’t be sure whether he was outside the
club or not. His cock, granite hard only minutes earlier was now
flaccid. For the second time that night, adrenalin surged through
his veins, but this time it was caused by pure terror. He’d only
just arrived in town. He barely knew his way around. He didn’t
know anyone so there wasn’t a single person who would realise
he’d gone missing.

“Let me go!” he shouted, lashing out as much as he was

able to. “Let me go, you gutless fuckers!”

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His anger and fear had given him strength. With one great

burst of energy he kicked out with his bound legs and twisted
himself so that the men nearly dropped him. For a moment he
felt himself falling towards the ground, but there was no impact.

He heard the creaking of rusted hinges as a door was

opened. There were steps, leading down. The door banged shut
behind and the air became much cooler. He suspected he’d
been taken outside. It was dark through the cloth of the bag and
the air had a definite bite to it. But when he heard a chair being
moved out of the way, he realised he must have been mistaken.
He heard the clanking of chains and he was stood upright. His
arms were pulled out to the sides and metal cuffs were fixed
around them. Once they’d been attached he felt himself being
hoisted up until his arms were stretched taut and his feet were
barely touching the ground.

“What are you doing to me?” he cried out.
He felt hands, at least three pairs, roaming over his naked

flesh. Fingers pinched his nipples and pulled his foreskin back to
examine the fleshy helmet beneath. Hands pulled his arse
cheeks apart. He heard sniffing sounds and felt fingers prying.
He struggled against them, yet there was little he could do. He’d
been restrained. It was a battle just trying to keep his balance.

Finally the hood was taken off and he found himself

standing in a pool of light. He saw two figures slipping into the
darkness at the edge of the light. Another figure stepped forward,
out of the shadows. The muscle man was naked except for his
boots and a riding crop that he carried in his right hand. It was Ben.

“What are you doing?” Rocky asked, his tone one of mild

irritation.

“Giving you what you want,” Ben replied.
Rocky pressed his eyes shut against the light then

opened them again. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about. I’m giving what you

want, what you wanted the first time you laid eyes on me. What
you said you wanted.”

Ben walked a small circle around him, his elbows making

contact with Rocky’s naked body several times.

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Rocky felt suddenly brave. “Oh yeah,” he snarled. “And

what was that?”

“Me,” Ben replied. “You wanted to be my slave and now

you are. So shut up your whinging.”

“You wish,” said Rocky, earning himself a stroke of the

riding crop. He flinched. “I was just saying that so I could…” He
was struck again, across the buttocks, before he could finish his
sentence.

“Anything else to say?” asked Ben, leaning in until the tips

of their noses were barely millimetres apart.

“No,” said Rocky.
“No what?” snarled Ben, baring his perfect white teeth like

a Rottweiler about to attack.

“No, I don’t have anything to say,” Rocky replied with a smirk.
Ben brought the riding crop down against the bare flesh of

Rocky’s buttocks once more. “No what?” he repeated.

“No, sir,” said Rocky.
Ben smiled. “That’s better.”
Ben began walking away and despite his current situation,

Rocky found himself still wanting to feel Ben’s cock slipping into
his arse. He wanted to pull those meaty arse cheeks apart and
bury his face between them. He could imagine the manly smell
there and the feel of those twin gluteal muscles pressing in
against his face as he forced his tongue ever deeper into the
man’s fuck-hole.

One thing he really could feel was his cock growing hard.

He tried to stop it, but the more he fought against it the harder it
grew. Finally, as Ben was turning back to face him, it was jutting
up almost parallel to his stomach.

“There are a couple of things…” Ben stopped the second

he spotted Rocky’s erection. “Well, well, well. What have we got
here?” He approached Rocky and gave the erection a tap with
the riding crop. “Looks like you’re enjoying this after all.”

Rocky remained silent. What could he say when his cock

had betrayed him?

“That makes things easier,” said Ben as he started to walk

a circle around Rocky. “You see, you belong to me. From now on

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you are nothing and I am everything. You will do what I tell you
to. You will speak only when spoken to. You will eat when I say
you can, sleep when I say you can, and shit when I say you can.
I own you.”

“But…” It was only one word, but it brought him two

strokes of the riding crop. He twisted away to escape
subsequent strokes, though there were none.

“I haven’t finished and already you’re disobeying me.” He

slapped Rocky’s arse with a flat hand and leaned in close to
Rocky’s ear. “You will not be released until you can prove your
obedience.”

Rocky fought back the desire to ask more questions

because already he realised that if he was ever going to survive
his ordeal, he would have to submit.

Ben said no more. He turned his back and disappeared

into the shadows. There was no sound of a door opening and
shutting, but Rocky knew he was alone. His arms were getting
tired, which didn’t bode well. If they were tired now after such a
relatively short time then what would they be like in another hour,
in five hours?

It must have been really late. It had been late when he got

to the club. He guessed it was probably dawn. The sun may
have even come up. A weariness invaded his body. He couldn’t
sleep, but kept nodding off only to wake up as his head rolled
forward off his shoulder. More than anything he wanted to fall
into a deep sleep, and afterwards awake to find it had all been a
bizarre dream.

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Time became an abstract concept. When Ben returned

Rocky had no idea how much time had passed or even if it was day
or night outside the confines of the illuminated space he was in.

“Slave?” said Ben as he appeared from the shadows with

his cock hard and his riding crop firmly in hand.

“Yes, sir,” Rocky replied.
Ben nodded. “Good.”

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“Sir, I need to piss. Can I please piss?”
Ben disappeared into the shadows and returned with a

bucket. He placed it directly in front of Rocky then took Rocky’s
cock. “Go for it.”

Ben had barely finished giving his permission when a

strong stream of golden piss erupted from Rocky’s cockhead. It
splashed into the bucket and Rocky could feel spots hitting his
bare legs.

“I need to shit, too,” he said, glancing away, humiliated at

having to ask.

“Go ahead then,” said Ben, loosening Rocky’s restraints.
Rocky squatted as best he could over the bucket. As he

did so Ben turned and disappeared into the shadows, returning
after Rocky had finished with a roll of toilet paper, which he threw
at Rocky,

“Clean yourself up.”
When Rocky had completely finished with the bucket, Ben

took it away before returning again, wiping the palm of his right
hand on his muscular thigh. He walked up to Rocky and without
a word forced Rocky onto his knees.

“Suck it,” he said.
Rocky leaned forward and took the head of Ben’s cock

between his lips. He sucked on it a couple of times before sliding
his lips down the shaft to the shaved pubic area around the
base. He brought his head back, keeping his lips firmly around
the engorged organ. Again he went down, taking the cock as far
down his throat as he was able, before coming up when he
needed to draw another breath. It was difficult to balance without
being able to use his hands properly, but he did the best he
could. He wanted to please his master so he could get the hell
out of there.

Soon his mouth was drawing satisfied moans from his

master’s throat.

“That’s it,” said Ben as he began thrusting his hips forward

each time Rocky’s head went down on his cock. “Just like that.”

Rocky did his best to accommodate Ben’s thick prick.

Each time he went down, he opened his throat to better deep

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throat his master’s meat. Finally he heard his master’s breathing
start to quicken. It had become deeper, more erratic. His
master’s hips were fucking his face, causing him to almost gag.
Then his master grunted. Just as he had at the bar in Kunt
Rocky felt his master’s hands clamp down on the back of his
head, holding it hard up against his abdomen while he unloaded
down Rocky’s throat.

The thick stream of cum slid easily down Rocky’s gullet,

though he was desperate to breathe. He felt his master thrust,
the muscles in his abdomen tightening to expel the last drops of
cum. But Rocky was getting desperate. He was feeling faint. He
tried to breathe in through his nose, but his master’s cock was
too thick to allow the air to pass into his oesophagus. To his
great relief, Ben finally let him go. He coughed so hard that he
gagged and almost vomited. For a moment he felt dizzy and
strings of mucousy saliva spilled over his lips.

“You did a good job,” said Ben. “Not many can take my

dick as easily as you.”

When Rocky looked up he came face to face with Ben’s

semi-hard cock. Coated with his saliva, it glistened in the electric
light. Despite nearly choking him, it looked inviting. He
desperately wanted to feel it push its way inside his tight arse.
He wanted to feel his master pound him. He had done ever since
he’d first laid eyes on the man; before he’d known anything
about the size of his tool.

Satisfied, Ben turned and left. He didn’t return for several

hours. When he did, he was carrying something in his hand. Not
the riding crop he usually carried, but a collar and leash. Without a
word, his master slipped the collar around his neck and attached
the leash. His master then released him from the chains.

“All fours,” he said.
Rocky obeyed.
Ben walked into the shadows. Rocky had no choice but to

follow. Blindly. He’d been standing in the electric light for so long
that his eyes were finding it difficult to adjust to the sudden
darkness. They stopped and Rocky heard a door open. They
went up the stairs, but instead of being lead back into the club,

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Rocky was taken down a long corridor.

By the time they got to the end, Rocky’s sight had

returned. He saw a door swing open and an alleyway partially lit
by the lights of the street lamps and shop fronts further down on
the main street.

He felt his heart began to race. He was completely naked.

His master was wearing a pair of leather shorts, a harness, and
his boots. It wasn’t much, but it was better than being completely
bare. He opened his mouth to protest, but thought better of it. He
didn’t want to incur his master’s wrath.

The door slammed shut behind them. Outside was a bowl

of water.

“Drink,” said Ben.
Rocky put his face to the bowl and drank like a man

possessed. How wonderful the cool liquid felt, flowing down his
parched throat. When he had finished, while he was licking up
the few remaining beads of water, Ben tugged on his leash and
led him into the night. To Rocky’s relief, he was not being taken
in the direction of the bright lights, but further down the alley.
They passed a couple who were fucking next to a dumpster.
Both were naked though it was impossible to tell whether it was
two men or a man and a woman.

Ben walked him to the end of the alley and into a large car

park. Following obediently on all fours, Rocky was glad that Ben
was walking slowly. The ground beneath was hard, downright
rough in some places. Small stones cut into the skin of his knees
and hands. Every now and then he felt a sharp prick and had to
pick a small stone out from where it had become embedded in
his skin.

A couple walking arm in arm back to their car passed

them by. Rocky hung his head.

“Nice dog,” said the girl with a laugh.
“Thanks,” Ben replied.
They walked to the footpath that formed the boundary on

the far side of the car park. It wasn’t busy, but there were a few
cars on the road. They waited and waited for what seemed like
an eternity. Rocky could hardly bear it. Several people walked

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past them, staring back, and a few of them called out “faggot” or
“deviant” when they were far enough away to feel safe. None of
them dared take on a man the size of Ben, a fact which pleased
Rocky and provided him with a great sense of comfort.

Ben led him a little way up the street, but turned back

when he saw a police car pull out onto the road one block ahead.
Their pace quickened, which wasn’t too bad while they were on
the smooth surface of the concrete pavers, but once they turned
into the car park, Rocky could feel his hands and knees
sustaining several cuts and scratches.

Fortunately, the police car drove by and Ben was able to

slow down. But the damage had been done. Every step was now
a miniature agony. The small pricks of tiny stones on cut flesh
sent spears of white hot pain spearing through Rocky. Still, he
fought back the urge to cry out or complain. Any such lapse on
his behalf would only result in more pain.

They entered the alley, where darkness cloaked them.

Rocky felt marginally better. They were hidden and close to safety.

“Stand up,” said Ben.
Rocky was all too willing to oblige, although his knees had

locked into position and he stumbled at first. Having steadied
himself he was told to turn around. He did so.

Ben pressed his powerful, muscular body against his,

pinning him to the wall of the building.

“What’s your name?” asked Ben, his voice deep and low.
“Rocky, sir.”
“No, it isn’t. It’s Slave.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rocky could feel Ben’s erect cock pressing into the flesh

of his buttocks. Ben’s warm breath against the sensitive flesh
beneath his ear made him tingle.

“Say it.”
“Slave. My name’s Slave.”
Ben began grinding his hips against Rocky’s arse. “Very

good. And who do you belong to?”

Rocky’s cock was now equally as hard and each time Ben

ground his rigid prick against Rocky’s arse, Rocky’s cock was

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ground against the cold, hard brick of the building. “I belong to
you, sir.”

“And don’t you forget it.”
Ben licked the length of Rocky’s neck, from his shoulder

to the base of his ear. He stuck the tip of his tongue in Rocky’s
earhole. “You’re mine, bitch,” he said with a voice so deep and
low that Rocky actually shuddered. Then Ben took a step back
and Rocky heard a tearing sound (a sachet of lube?) followed by
a squelching sound. His cock twitched when he realised that Ben
was lubricating his big horse cock.

There was nothing romantic about the way Ben pushed

himself into Rocky. There was a little pressure, a flash of sharp
pain as the swollen head of Ben’s cock penetrated Rocky’s
sphincter, and then a euphoric feeling as Ben slowly eased his
enormous prick inside.

“This is what you’ve been begging for, isn’t it? Ben’s big cock.”
Rocky nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Rocky nodded as Ben pushed the last of his cock inside.

Eager to be fucked, Rocky thrust his arse back so it was
pressing against Ben’s naked pubic area. Now there wasn’t a
millimetre of Ben’s enormous rod that wasn’t buried inside him
and he felt as though his whole body had been filled with cock;
not just his arsehole. Never had he felt so invaded and he
wondered how he could have ever been so angry at the man he
now willingly called master.

“Better than you thought it would feel?”
“Yes, sir.”
Ben wrapped one arm around Rocky’s torso, pinning him

to his chest. He reached down with his other hand and Rocky felt
him wrap his fingers around his erection.

“Whatever you do, don’t cum until I tell you to. Is that clear?”
Rocky nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Ben gripped his cock, squeezing it roughly as his hips

thrust into him from behind. Each time Ben thrust forwards it felt
to Rocky as though his entire being was being lanced by his
master’s huge rod. He felt as though he’d been impaled; like he

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was nothing more than a fuck toy for his master to enjoy.

But there was a problem. His master had ever so slowly

begun to jerk him off. Combined with the sensation of being filled
with cock, and with the soft tickle of his master’s breath bursting
against the light perspiration on the back of his neck, he was
dangerously close to shooting his load. Had he control of his own
cock, he would have released it, stopped playing with it until the
desire to cum had passed. The problem was he didn’t have
control of it. His master did, just as his master had control over
the rest of him, as well.

He began to whimper.
“What’s the problem, Slave?”
“Sir, I want to cum.”
“No,” Ben replied curtly.
He dared not argue, despite the fact that Ben was now

fucking him harder and with it his hand was moving faster up and
down the stalk of his cock. Rocky clenched his teeth and tried to
think about other, more unpleasant, things. But his senses were
filled with Ben. He could smell Ben, smell their lovemaking each
time Ben pulled his hips back and the head of his cock came
close to falling out of his hole. He could smell the pheromones in
the sweat that landed in small droplets on his back. With every
thrust in, Rocky felt the head of Ben’s cock pressing against his
prostate. His master’s powerful arm across his chest held him
tight, as one would a captive or a slave such as he was. Finally,
there was Ben’s hand, wrapped around the girth of his cock,
pumping it like a piston. How could he not cum?

“Please, sir. Please, let me cum.”
Ben was puffing and panting in his ear. “No,” he grunted.

“Not yet.”

Rocky’s arsehole began to burn. He focused on that to try

and stop himself from coming. As Ben hammered his cock into
him, he concentrated on the biting sensation of skin against skin
when the lubrication had grown too thin to do its job. Yet Rocky
could feel his abdominal muscles tightening. His body was being
flooded with endorphins. He was going to shoot his load whether
he was allowed to or not. Still, he tried once last time for

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permission.

“Please, sir. Now?”
There was a short pause before Ben replied, “Yes, you may.”
A great burst of air in his ear announced his master’s

climax. Simultaneously his own load shot from the head of his
cock and splattered unseen against the brick wall of the building.
Mid-stream Ben let go of his cock, his master’s hands going
instead to his hips to pull him deeper onto his cock. Rocky
reached down and continued to pump his cock, hoping the
feeling of euphoria sweeping over his body would never end.

When the last drop of cum had fallen from both their

pulsing pricks, Ben grabbed Rocky’s shoulders, turned him
around and forced him into a kneeling position.

“Clean it,” he said.
Without a word Rocky grabbed Ben’s cock and stuffed it

into his mouth. The taste of cum was strong, stronger than it had
been the last time he’d swallowed Ben’s load. He made sure he
was thorough, licking under the rim of the cockhead and even
pushing the tip of his tongue into the piss slit to lick whatever
traces of cum remained there.

“Do my balls.”
His master’s wish was his command. He flattened his

tongue and ran it over Ben’s shaven ball sack, making sure he got
the back as well. He inhaled one of the large gonads inside his
mouth and gently sucked on it before letting it slip out of his mouth
to make room for the other one. He sucked on that then released it
so he could give the fragrant ball sac another licking. Without being
told he positioned himself so he could reach Ben’s perineum with
his tongue, licking up the sweat that had gathered there.

Ben lifted his leg and allowed Rocky access to that most

private part of his body, his arsehole. Like a dog, happy to see its
master, he eagerly licked the puckered flesh of Ben’s anal sphincter
with gusto, dipping the tip of his tongue into the hole before tracing a
line along the entire length of the crevice with a flattened tongue.
When Ben reached around and pulled one of his arse cheeks aside,
pulling the hole open slightly, Rocky was in there with his tongue,
poking and probing until his master told him to stop.

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“Back on all fours,” Ben said without a word of thanks.
Not that Rocky was expecting it.
He did as he’d been asked; following along behind Ben as

he was led towards the door they had first come out of. Except
they didn’t stop there. Ben kept walking towards the busy street.
The closer they got, the louder the sounds of busy footpaths.
Bursts of laughter erupted, ringing out above the cacophony of
general noise. Car horns tooted and muffled music from the
various clubs became louder and clearer.

Ben stepped onto the footpath and turned left.
“Freaks!” yelled someone.
A group of girls started giggling. “Ew! Look at his hairy

crack,” one of them said with disgust.

Someone kicked him as he was led through a maze of

feet and legs.

“Homos.” “Faggots.” “Poofters.”
Their appearance caused a mini-furore. Rocky kept his

head down. Go faster. Go faster. He prayed they would arrive at
their destination soon. They came to the corner of the next
alleyway and turned into it. He couldn’t be sure, but Rocky had a
feeling they were headed for the entrance to Kunt. A short while
later his prediction was proved to be correct. Ben opened the door
and led him in, past the front counter where people were picking
up their clothing on their way out and taking it off on their way in.

“Howdy,” he heard Ben say to the man behind the bar.

Rocky wondered whether he was still wearing his butt plug.

Ben pushed through the large wooden door and they

entered the small corridor which would eventually take them to
the main room where the dance floor was. Once again he’d be in
public, but at least he’d be amongst his own kind, or similar.

His appearance on all fours drew only a modicum of

attention. This was a crowd that was used to the bizarre and the
sexually perverse. A man on a leash being led around by his
master was nothing to these men. Already he had spied the men
on the swing above the dance floor. Directly ahead, on one of
the podiums, two men danced, locked together due to one man’s
cock being buried deep in the other man’s arse.

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Rocky was led through the throng of naked and semi-

naked men to the front of the club where there was a row of
slings. In the centre sling, one man was being fisted by a slim,
tattooed cub who had both hands inside his arse. At the far end,
the man in the sling was being double-penetrated by two stocky
bears who didn’t even acknowledge a new presence.

Ben hefted Rocky into one of the slings and secured his

ankles in the attached manacles. He then walked around to the
head of the sling and pulled down what looked to be a thick
leather strap. When it was barely a centimetre from Rocky’s
face, Ben backed himself onto it and sat down; his weight on the
strap meant that his hole was perched right on Rocky’s mouth.

“Tongue it,” said Ben.
Rocky did as he was asked, licking and sucking his master’s

arsehole like it was coated in honey. He felt his master push out,
felt the puckered flesh flare out into his mouth, so he took the
opportunity to suck on the arse lips while simultaneously pushing
his tongue deeper into Ben’s hole than it had ever been before.

Very shortly, Rocky felt someone smear something

slippery on his hole. He tried to look up but his master’s arse
prevented him from moving his head more than a millimetre.

“Sir,” he said, though the word was muffled.
“Don’t worry about it. Tongue my hole.”
As long as it was alright with Ben, Rocky certainly didn’t

mind being fucked like a slut. As the mystery man pushed his
cock in Rocky held his tongue at Ben’s arsehole, pausing to
enjoy the sensation of a stranger’s cock penetrating him. Once it
was all the way in the mystery man didn’t waste any time. Almost
immediately he was going at Rocky’s hole like a jackhammer.
His fingers were digging into the skin of Rocky’s lower thighs,
pulling him back to meet his thrusts. It was almost impossible to
keep his tongue in his master’s hole.

After barely a couple of minutes, the mystery man blew

his load and pulled his cock out, only to be replaced by another,
much larger, cock. Rocky cried out when the big cock was
pushed into him, for although Ben was large, perhaps the largest
he’d ever had, this man had all that and something more

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besides. Unfortunately, the man also took forever to cum. He
slammed his cock into Rocky until the skin around his arsehole
was on fire. He clenched his eyes shut, but made sure his
tongue remained in motion on his master’s musty pucker. He
willed the big man to cum, but after a good ten minutes of
fucking he showed no signs of nearing climax.

Just at the point when Rocky thought he might cry out, try

to get his master to rescue him, he heard the big man start
grunting. He was pounding Rocky so that the chains holding the
sling in place rattled and Ben was nearly dislodged from his
leather seat. With a mighty roar the big man blew his load before
pulling his cock out with a barely audible pop.

The next man to position himself between Rocky’s legs

didn’t immediately start fucking him like the others. Instead he
put his lips to Rocky’s arsehole and started to suck. There were
two loads up there plus the load Ben had deposited there earlier
that night in the alleyway. By the way this third man was slurping
at his sphincter he was destined to get the lot. To help him out,
Rocky contracted his abdominal muscles and pushed. He felt his
arse lips flare out and the man start sucking on them like a
Hoover on acid. He felt the tip of the man’s tongue burrow deep
into his arsehole and lick a semi-circle before coming out again.

Only when the man was satisfied he’d given Rocky’s hole

a thorough cleaning did he slide his cock into Rocky and pound
him until he’d replaced all the cum he’d sucked out.

And so the night went on until Ben decided his slave had

had enough. He got up from the leather seat, stretched and then
released Rocky from his chains. At first Rocky found it difficult to
move. God knew how long he’d been in that sling. His arsehole
burned like someone had been holding a lit torch to it. His leg
muscles had gone to sleep so that when Ben helped him down
from the sling, he stumbled and nearly fell face first to the floor.

“Are you okay?” asked Ben.
“Yes, sir,” said Rocky before obediently getting onto all fours.
His cuts and scratches had started to scab over, but it

was still no less painful to walk on them. He walked through the
crowd, faithfully following his master past the end of the bar and

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into the corridor where the toilets were. But that wasn’t their
destination. Ben led him past the toilets, which were busy as
always, to a door at the end of the corridor. Ben opened it and
there were the stairs that led down into the room where Rocky
had spent the previous day, or the previous two days. Even
though he had been outside, he still had no idea of how much
time had passed since he’d first set foot into the club.

“You can sleep with me tonight, Slave. You’ve earned it.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Rocky, who was glad he didn’t have

to endure another minute of being suspended by chains under a
bright light.

Ben took them through the room where Rocky had spent

his first hours to a small nook just large enough for a king-sized
bed. “This is where I sleep when I’m too pissed to go home,” he
explained. Rocky didn’t ask him if he was the owner of the club,
or even the manager, but assumed that Ben was either one or
the other.

“Use the toilet it there,” said Ben, nodding to a door on

Rocky’s left. “Have a shit, a piss and a drink. No shower.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Rocky before disappearing into the

tiny en suite bathroom do all three.

When he returned Ben removed his big boots, his socks

and his leather pants and threw them into a small space in a
corner at the foot of the bed. He then lay down.

“Are you coming?” he said.
Rocky nodded and crawled along the mattress until he

was parallel to Ben.

“What are you doing?” asked Ben.
Rocky looked at him blankly. “Sir, I thought you said I

could sleep with you tonight.”

A small crease appeared between Ben’s eyebrows. “I

sure did. But not next to me. A slave sleeps at his master’s feet.
Keeps them warm.”

Rocky returned to the foot of the bed. Can’t complain, he

thought. Better the end of the bed than no bed at all. He curled
his body around Ben’s feet and closed his eyes. Sleep was a
welcome visitor.

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* * * *

Rocky had been expecting to be kicked around a bit

during the night. How could he not? People turned over in their
sleep and since his face was dangerously close to his master’s
feet then it would come as no surprise to find at least a couple of
bruises. But the only aches he had were those on his palms and
knees and the one between his arse cheeks. His limbs were a
little stiff, but on the whole he felt rested and somewhat restored.

At some point during the night he must have tossed and

turned his way up the mattress a bit. Ben was on his side, in the
foetal position; his arse thrust out. When Rocky opened his eyes
he came face to face with his master’s arsehole. And what an
arousing sight it was.

“Lick it,” said Ben.
It surprised Rocky that his master was awake. It surprised

him even more that his master knew that he was awake. He’d
barely opened his eyes.

He took both muscular buttocks and pulled them apart,

exposing the dark pink pucker between. There was a light ring of
hair surrounding his master’s arsehole which he’d never noticed
before. He leaned in and a musty smell filled his nostrils, a manly
smell. He breathed it in, the aroma getting his cock instantly hard.

“What are you doing?” growled his master.
Without pausing to reply he planted his tongue on the

fragrant band of muscle and began to lick it. Nothing gave him
more pleasure than licking his master’s arsehole. It was the
ultimate in submission. Putting his mouth on that most private
part of a man could be no surer sign that he was submitting
completely to the rule of the owner of that body part. And even
though his cock was hard and begging to be touched, he
preferred instead to concentrate wholly on his master’s arsehole.

Ben, meanwhile, was jerking off. Rocky could tell by the

way the muscles in the one visible arm were rising and falling,
and by the heavy breathing. He placed his fingers nearer the
actual hole and pulled, exposing a little of the moist, pink inner
lining of Ben’s anus. He flicked it lightly with the tip of his tongue

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and heard his master release a long, drawn out sigh.

“That’s it, Slave. Keep doing that.”
Rocky did as he was asked. As he flicked his tongue

against the exposed anal lining, he thought about how
completely he had given himself to Ben in just a couple of days.
He had wanted the man, sure, but never like this. And yet now it
seemed the perfect way to be with him, serving his every sexual
need and obeying his every command. It had been difficult to
submit at first. Never in a million years had he thought the
master and slave thing was his cup of tea, but he had settled into
the role as though it were a suit tailored specifically for him.

His thoughts were broken by movement. With his hand

still pumping his huge prick, Ben rolled over. His face was bright
red and the ligaments in his neck were taut.

“Open your mouth, Slave,” he said.
Rocky did as he was asked, positioning his open mouth

directly in the line of fire. He was instantly rewarded with a jet of
cum that shot straight into his mouth. Subsequent jets weren’t as
accurate and soon his whole face was dripping with seed.

“Come here, Slave,” said Ben.
Rocky inched his way up the mattress until he was level

with his master. Without a word, his master began to lick the cum
off Rocky’s face, collecting it on his tongue before depositing it
into Rocky’s mouth.

“Savour every drop,” said Ben as his tongue licked

another path through the pearly white splatter.

When he had finished cleaning Rocky’s face, he took

Rocky in his arms and kissed him.

“Your clothes are on the chair just outside the door. I want

you to put them on and then I will take you…”

Rocky opened his mouth to protest. He’d barely been with

his master two, or maybe it was three, days.

“Got something to say?” Ben asked sternly.
Rocky swallowed his words then solemnly shook his head.
“You’ve been a good slave. A fast learner, but now you

have to go. You’ll find my number in your jeans pocket, when
you get home I want you to call it and leave your number. I want

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to be able to get you whenever I want you. Is that understood?”

A great grin appeared on Rocky’s face before he reined

his emotions in and dimmed it to a small smile.

Rocky nodded.
“Now go and put your clothes on, and not a single word.”
Rocky nodded before doing exactly what he had been told

to do.

THE END

ABOUT WAYNE MANSFIELD

Wayne Mansfield was born and raised in rural Western

Australia, leaving home to attend university at seventeen. Although
he has been writing for most of his life he only began getting his
work published in 2007. Since then he has been published many
times around the world both in print and e-book formats.

Initially a writer of gay erotica, he now combines his love

of horror and fantasy to create dark erotic tales that are able to
appeal to readers on more than one level. He also contributes
gay erotica to the German magazines Macho and Dreamboys on
a monthly basis. He currently resides in Perth, Western
Australia. For a detailed list of publishing credits and upcoming
releases, visit his website at

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