Becoming An Unwilling Piss Slave

 

From high school wrestling star to pathetic piss-bitch, it’s been quite a rapid descent for Card Stevens. In less than a year, he’s gone from big man on campus to a human urinal who spends his weekends in the bathrooms of a gay bar, sitting naked in his own piss while downing load after load of stinking bladder wastes from dudes he used to scorn as disgusting perverts. And even though he’s already swallowed enough pee in the last six months to float a battleship, he still blushes like a little girl every time a dude he knew in high school steps up, unzips, and unloads his stinking urine down Card’s frantically gulping throat. He’s an honest-to-God piss-bitch now but that sure as hell wasn’t the future he saw laid out in front of him when he first ran into his Master, when he first met Jackson Anders.

He didn’t know that the dude sticking his hand out and introducing himself as his new roommate was going to be his Master. No, Card didn’t have a clue what the larger boy had in store for him. He took Jackson Anders for what he purported to be, a fellow wrestler, another scholarship student destined to help out State’s fabled wrestling team win another National championship. Little did he realize that behind the placid demeanor Anders presented to the world lurked a brutal sadist who took particular pleasure in sexually abusing and degrading other jocks, turning them into cowering, pathetic fuck-toys who would submit to any sick perversion Anders’ mind could devise. But Card’s epiphany was not long in coming.

They’d only been roommates two weeks before Anders made his move. The two of them had gone out after classes were over on Friday for a few brews. Card was surprised at what seemed to Anders unlimited capacity, but he tried to keep up with the bigger boy. By the time they called it quits, Card was finding it difficult to focus and he never would have made it back to the dorm if Anders hadn’t been there to help him.

And Anders continued to help him once they got back to their room, helping Card doff his clothes, though at times it seemed that his lands lingered a little too long on the smaller wrestler’s body. However, it wasn’t until Card was completely naked that the true nature of his roommate’s interest in Card’s body became apparent. Card felt Anders’ fingers running up and down the cleft of his ass. “Dude,” Card asked, trying to shake Anders’ hand off his butt, “what are you doing?”

But instead of removing his hand, Anders fingers stopped at Card’s puckered sphincter and began pressing a rigid digit against it. A second later, Card was shocked to hear Anders ask, “You cherry, Card? You ever been fucked?”

“What the fuck you talking about, dude?” Card exclaimed, trying to move away from his roommate. In just seconds, the two of them were grappling with each other, tumbling onto Card’s bed. Even sober, Card was no real match for his larger roommate but in his inebriated state, the fight was over in less than two minutes. Card was still struggling underneath his roommate when Anders ripped off his own briefs and jammed them into Card’s mouth, muffling the smaller boy’s screams and protests. And there, on Card’s own bed, Anders raped his smaller teammate, destroying the boy’s asshole, turning it into his own personal fuck-cunt.

Anders kept fucking him the whole night. Or at least it seemed that way to Card, who passed out around three in the morning while Anders was plowing away at his hole for the third time only to wake up hours later just as his roommate’s creamed the boy’s aching pussy-hole yet again. By the time Anders finally yanked his cock out of the ruins of Card’s sodden asshole, it felt to the smaller boy like his roommate had fucked him with a blowtorch, his ass burned and hurt so much.

Card was lying on the bed utterly exhausted by the ordeal he’d just gone through. But even though he’d spent the better part of the night coring out Card’s no-longer-virgin boycunt, Anders didn’t seem tired in the least. Instead, he reached down and grabbed a shock of Card’s hair and yanked the boy to his feet. “Come with me, bitch,” he said imperiously, “we need to get you cleaned up.” The next thing Card knew, he was being pulled out of his dorm room and led, by his hair, into the dorm-suite’s showers. And there, as two of his suite-mates watched in stunned disbelief, Anders proceeded to shave Card’s ass, his pubes, and his pit-hair, explaining to the other two boys that, “I like my bitches nice and smooth where it matters.”

In retrospect, Card realized that then was the time he should have protested, should have told his suite-mates that Anders had forcibly raped him, that Card wasn’t a willing party to what was happening. But whether it was the shock of having been violently and repeatedly raped the night before or the sheer humiliation that overwhelmed him as his pubes and other body hair were publicly shaved off, Card failed to make any objection. It was therefore not surprising that when Anders, having finished shaving Card’s most private parts, proceeded to violently fuck the boy again, right in front of his two suite-mates, neither of them made any attempt to intervene even when Card began squealing and shrieking in pain. And when, after he had finished fucking Card, loudly screaming as he shot a fresh load of Man-cum up the teenager’s aching shitter, Anders pulled the boy by his hair back to their shared bedroom, it took less that five minutes for the rest of Card’s suite-mates to learn that Card was a faggot who was serving as his roommate’s fuck-bitch.

Anders kept Card naked, in their bedroom, for the rest of that first weekend. And when he wasn’t brutally fucking the boy’s ‘cunt,’ he was training the boy in his new role as the bigger boy’s fuck-whore. “The rules are simple, bitch,” Anders told him, “you do whatever I tell you to do and you do it without any hesitation or any backtalk. And understand, failure to do so will result in immediate and severe punishment. Do you understand, bitch?”

Card was kneeling before his roommate, a fresh load of Man-scuzz dripping out of his battered boy-bung. “Yes…yes, sir,” he replied, now terrified of his roommate, not wanting to do or say anything that might set him off. But all his meek acquiescence gained him was a sharp slap to his face. “You will address me as ‘Master Jackson,’ bitch, because that’s what I am – your Master.”

“Yes, Master,” Card quickly amended, his face flaring both from the slap and the profound humiliation he felt at his abject submission to the bigger boy. But even his immediate submission did not serve to keep Master Jackson from roughly hauling the boy over his lap and administering a brutal ass-spanking that left Card’s ass-cheeks a fiery red and left him sobbing just like any little boy who’d recently been punished for his misdeeds. And it was merely the first of many ass-thrashings that Card had to endure that first weekend.

And it wasn’t only Card’s ass that was the focal point for Master Jackson’s discipline. Card’s balls and cock – his boyvaries and boy-clit as he was instructed to call them – were squeezed, twisted, and pummeled so much that Card began to view them as merely a source of pain and agony rather than one of pleasure. But even the way Card’s boy-junk was manhandled paled when compared to the mistreatment his poor nipples – his boy-tits – suffered.

Card’s little nips had always been particularly sensitive and, sitting the way they did on Card’s well-developed pectorals, it wasn’t long that weekend before they came in for their own abuse at Master Jackson’s hands. And once his new Master discovered how sensitive they were to pain, they became his favorite way to inflict pain on his bitch, something he seemed to enjoy even more than fucking the boy. Master Jackson squeezed and twisted and pinched Card’s boy-tits mercilessly, bit them voraciously, adorned them with weighted alligator clips until Card was shrieking in agony. And when Card, almost insensate from the pain shooting throughout his body from his tortured boy-tits, was reduced to begging and pleading with his Master for mercy, Master Jackson would laugh at him and add more weights to the tit-clamps. And those hated tit-clamps were all Card was allowed to wear when, on Sunday afternoon, at his Master’s direction, the boy went door to door in his suite, telling his suite-mates to please feel free to fuck his ‘faggot cunt’ whenever they got the urge. Two did, right then and there, and it didn’t take more than a week later before all of his suite-mates had come round to routinely fucking Card’s pussy whenever they got the urge.

But if Master Jackson was definitely aroused by the pain he could inflict on his new bitch, he was even more excited by humiliating the boy, particularly when he could do so in public. Master Jackson forced Card to dress in the most revealing clothes for his classes – cut-off tank-tops that barely covered his perky and swollen boy-tits, shorts so tight they looked they had been sprayed on. And Card was never permitted to leave the apartment without wearing a stainless-steel chastity cage complete with a multi-balled butt-plug that forced him to groan in discomfort every time he sat down.

Master Jackson even made Card wear his chastity cage to wrestling practices, forcing Card to out himself as a pathetic fuck-bitch in front of all of his fellow-jocks. Card’s entire body was blushing a brilliant scarlet that first day as he lowered his shorts in the crowded locker room to reveal the metal cage encasing his boyhood and then, as he’d been instructed, go over to Master Jackson and ask his Master to ‘please remove my clit-cage so that I can put on my wrestling singlet.’ The initial round of shocked gasps from the other wrestlers soon gave way to derisive jeers and insults as Master Jackson unlocked the cage and removed it to expose not only Card’s pubeless groin but the large butt-plug that had been wedged up the boy’s fuck-twat. And when, a few seconds later, a large effusion of Master Jackson’s ball-scuzz began trickling past the boy’s swollen cunt-lips, absolute bedlam ensued. “Get that faggot out of here,” one teammate shouted while another, calling Card a ‘disgusting piece of homo-shit,’ literally spit on the boy’s face.

Card thought he’d die of shame the way they ragged on him, throwing one obscene epithet after another at him, and it wasn’t until two of the coaches came into the locker room that some semblance of order was restored. The coaches looked at Card with undisguised contempt, shaking their heads. Finally, Rock Stranger, the head wrestling coach, spoke up. “Get dressed, boy,” he roughly ordered Card, “we got a practice we need to get to. I’ll deal with you, later.”

It was a practice unlike any Card had ever experienced before. None of his opponents held back in the slightest and while most of them seemed to go out of their way to squeeze and molest his junk in ways that would never be permitted in an actual match, the coaches never called any of them on it. It wasn’t surprising, considering the constant mauling it was undergoing, that Card’s boy-clit was totally boned up during the entire practice, actually dribbling pre-cum that was staining the front of his singlet, which, of course, generated no end of slurs and caustic comments from his fellow-wrestlers. Card was sure the was going to be cut from the team and, by the time the practice ended, even he thought that might be the best resolution possible.

During the practice session, Card had noticed that Master Jackson in frequent conversation with Coach Stranger. He had no idea what was going on, though things became perfectly clear once the practice ended and they all trooped back into the locker room. Once they were all inside, Coach Stranger told the wrestlers to gather around him. When they did, the coach turned to Master Jackson and said, “go ahead, Anders, tell them what you’ve already told me.”

Master Jackson look around for a moment and then stared directly at Card. “Okay, bitch,” he ordered with a smirk, “strip.” His whole body once again flushing a bright red, Card did as directed, having already learned what failure to do exactly what his Master told him would result in. Card couldn’t believe how humiliating it was, stripping while everyone else snickered at him. And it didn’t help matters that his boy-clit was still fully erect. Once he was totally naked, he looked at Master Jackson and waited for his Master to continue forcing himself not to try to cover up his embarrassing erection, knowing that Master Jackson would be furious if he did so.

Master Jackson was grinning as he took in his bitch’s obvious embarrassment. Then, he turned to speak to his fellow wrestlers. “As most of you already know, I discovered this weekend that my roommate, Card Stevens, was a pathetic little faggot fuck-whore. I’d had practice dealing with fags before, so I knew exactly what to do – I fucked the living crap out of his faggot-pussy and started training him up to be a respectful faggot-bitch for Real Men to use and enjoy.”

At this point, Jackson Anders paused and looked around the room. “Now I know a lot of you have never fucked fag-pussy and some of you may be put off by the idea of it. But let me assure you that once you try it – and please feel free to fuck the bitch’s pussy whenever you want – you will enjoy it. As they say, a pussy is a pussy. And the thing about fag-pussy is that you don’t have to worry about the fag. You can fuck his pussy as hard as you want. And, if it hurts him, so what? He’s a fucking fag. Who gives a shit? I sure don’t. And you shouldn’t either. So please, all you guys, feel free to fuck my new bitch after every practice. Just like I’m gonna do right now.”

And with that, Master Jackson began shrugging off his singlet and in just seconds his big cock was buried balls-deep in Card’s still-sore boy-cunt, as Card squealed in renewed pain as the bigger boy began jackhammering his tender hole. By the time his Master had once again creamed his tortured cunt, a line of horny wrestlers had formed up behind him.

Over half his teammates fucked his pussy that first afternoon, and by the third practice session every one of Card’s teammate had tried out his ass-cunt at least once. They all pretty much still treated him like shit when they weren’t fucking him, which wasn’t surprising since that’s exactly how they treated him while they were fucking him. He wasn’t their teammate anymore – he was the team’s faggot fuck-bitch. And Card, who before had always looked forward to these practice sessions where he got to pit himself against his fellow wrestlers quickly learned to dread them.

But as bad as being bitched out to all of his teammates was, it wasn’t the worst thing Master Jackson did to Card. Not even close. Because as Master Jackson had discovered early on in his training of his fag-bitch, the one thing that Card hated the most was being forced to drink his Master’s pungent urine. At least when he was being used as the team’s cum-dump, Card could appreciate the sexual pleasure his teammates were experiencing as they pounded away at his boycunt. It was incredibly demeaning lying there as one dude after another jammed his cock up Card’s back-hole and used his pussy to get a nut, but Card could at least understand the pleasure they felt when they used him that way. But to serve as another dude’s urinal, his piss-hole, seemed to have no purpose other than to humiliate Card, to degrade him, to emphasize how far away from being a Real Man Card really was. The pleasure a man felt in pissing down Card;s throat didn’t come from his own sexual release but in Card’s total degradation and humiliation. There was nothing else that Master Jackson did to him that disgusted and embarrassed him nearly as much, nothing that Card hated more. And, unfortunately for Card, Master Jackson understood this. And so, sadist that he was, Master Jackson determined to turn Card into a groveling piss-bitch.

Twice every day, Card was required to crawl naked, as he always was kept in the suite, from room to room and beg his suite-mates to be allowed to drink their pee. The looks of shock and contempt that greeted this request the first time he was forced to make it made Card literally shake with humiliation, but that was nothing compared to the shame that overwhelmed him when one of his suite-mates took him up on the offer and peed down his throat, literally snorting his disdain as he did so. As the days passed, one by one, his suite-mates took him up on his offer and, in less than two weeks, he had become the urinal of choice for all of his suite-mates.

It wasn’t long after that that Master Jackson made Card drink his pee in front of all his fellow-wrestlers, laughingly telling them that he hadn’t used the porcelain urinal in his dorm suite in three weeks. “Why bother?” he asked rhetorically, “when I’ve got a human piss-hole right at hand to take care of it whenever I want? And all you guys,” he added as he zipped up, “should feel free to use the little whore the same way whenever you need to take a leak.” Within days, the wasn’t a single teammate who wasn’t routinely using Card’s mouth whenever he needed to take a piss during practice and, by the time any practice ended, Card’s belly would be visibly bulging out his singlet with all his teammates’ bladder-wastes.

But the worst of it all started a couple months later. Card knew something was up the moment Master Jackson returned from the post office carrying a large cardboard box. He recognized the gleam in his Master’s eye as something that always presaged some new humiliation that was about to be inflicted on him. And the moment his Master began removing items from the box, beginning with the large metallic funnel, Card understood what it would be used for.

Card knelt in front of Master Jackson, blushing furiously, as his Master affixed the metal contraption to Card’s head. It had been cunningly designed to keep his head in an upright position that forced Card to look straight up at the funnel that led directly down to his mouth. And as Card watched in humiliated horror, no sooner had Master Jackson fitted the gag firmly over his mouth than he unzipped his pants and proceeded to aim a torrent of his rancid pee into the funnel and down into Card;s frantically gulping throat. The disgusting taste of his Master’s piss was still permeating his mouth when Master Jackson ordered Card to make the rounds of their suite so that their suite-mates might have their own opportunity to try out Card’s new piss-gag.

Card had been serving as his dorm suite’s piss-hole for a couple of months now, but even though he couldn’t even estimate how many gallons of his suite-mates’ piss he’d downed during that time, he still found it repulsively demeaning every time he did it. And his new piss-gag seemed to make it somehow even worse. It made Card feel not merely that he was serving as a urinal but that he actually WAS a urinal, that being their human piss-hole now defined him even more than being their faggot cum-dump. Before, as a practical matter, Card had served each of his suite-mates as a piss-pit individually, kneeling before each boy as he emptied his bladder into him. It was disgusting and demeaning to be sure, but there was still an element of a personal relationship to the act. But the funnel at the top of his piss-gag allowed multiple boys to simultaneously pee into it. And that’s exactly what they did – two or three boys standing up and pissing together into the funnel, laughing with each other, enjoying the bonding experience of mingling their piss into the same hole, while Card just knelt there almost ignored, desperately swallowing as fast as he could, watching his fellow suite-mates enjoy an experience that seemed to exclude him even though he was literally at the center of it. It made serving as their collective piss-hole more dehumanizing than it had ever been before.

But it wasn’t until that weekend that Master Jackson truly unveiled the full depths of the degradation he had planned for the boy. Card knew something special was up when Master Jackson fitted his thighs and calves with multiple metal straps and then affixed his ornate metal cock-cage/butt plug onto his boy-clit and up his pussy. From past experience, this only happened when Master Jackson was taking him to a wrestling team party, where he would serve as the group’s entertainment. When Master Jackson ordered him to bring the box containing the piss-gag with him, Card’s heart sank since he was sure that this meant that all of his fellow wrestlers would be using him as a urinal the same way his suite-mates now did – with the piss-gag fixed firmly on his head and in his mouth.

But it wasn’t a party Master Jackson was taking him to, it was The Last Stop, the most notorious gay leather bar in town. Just walking into that bar was an agony of embarrassment for Card, dressed the way he was. Heads turned, wolf-whistles and catcalls greeted him as he followed his Master into the back bar, barefoot and naked except for his metal cock-cage and the metal straps around his thighs and calves. Master Jackson walked right up to another man who was standing behind the bar.

“This is the bitch I told you about,” he said.

The dude looked Card over and then just shook his head. “I never would have figured a boy like him would be a piss-queen, but I guess it takes all types. Okay, get him set up in the bathroom. Just remember, he cleans up any mess that he’s made at the end of the night.”

“No problem,” Master Jackson replied. Then, turning to Card, he said, “C’mon, bitch. Let’s get you ready to show all these Real Men what you’re really good for,” and then headed off towards the bathroom, leaving Card to follow behind.

Once inside the bathroom, Master Jackson directed Card to kneel between the two urinals. Then he took the box from the boy and began fastening the piss-gag onto the boy’s head. “Oh, please, Master, please,” Card started begging. “Don’t make me do this. Don’t make me do this. Please, Master, I’m begging you.” But Master Jackson just ignored Card’s plaintive pleas and they were soon cut off as the gag was jammed into his mouth. Once the gag was properly in place, Master Jackson ordered Card to sit his naked ass down on the floor and to spread his legs apart, blocking access to the other two urinals. That way, bar patrons would have no choice but to use his funnel when they needed to relieve their bladders.

“You’re here for the duration, bitch,” Master Jackson advised as he unzipped his pants and began whizzing into Card’s piss-funnel. “And remember, any mess you make, you’re gonna be cleaning up.” Card was still gulping down his Master’s accumulated piss when the Man zipped up and headed towards the door. “Have fun, bitch,” Master Jackson sarcastically added, as walked out.

Master Jackson hadn’t been gone thirty seconds before the door banged open and in walked a biker wanting to take a piss. “Holy Fuck!” he exclaimed when he saw Card on the floor with the funnel from the piss-gag sticking into the air. He looked around for a few seconds, uncertain as to how to proceed, but finally just shrugged his shoulders and walked up to Card, pulled his cock out and started pissing. “Drink up, faggot,” he sneered, as Card began swallowing convulsively. The biker hadn’t even finished washing his hands before he was joined by another patron.

“Motherfuck!” the new man exclaimed as he took in the sight of Card, naked except for his cock-cage, on the floor. “What the fuck’s going on?”

The biker at the sink, chuckled loudly. ‘Looks like we got ourselves a human piss-hole for the night.”

“God,” the second dude replied, “that’s disgusting. What type of sick pervert would want to spend the night downing other dudes’ stinking pee?”

“One sick motherfucker, you can count on that, bro,” the biker opined. “But, I figured, if that’s what floats his boat, that’s his problem. There’s a lot of really twisted pervs in this world. He’s a good looking dude, but who knows what else he’s into. Probably eats shit, too, sick motherfucker. But I figured. when you gotta piss, you gotta piss so I gave the little bitch just what he wanted – a hot load of my bladder juice.”

“Well, he’s welcome to mine, too,” the second dude said, walking forward and unzipping. “I gotta piss something fierce.” And with that he started whizzing away into the funnel leaving Card with no choice but to swallow as fast as he could. And even before he’d flicked off the last few drops into the funnel, yet another dude came into the room wanting to take a piss. “What the fuck,” the new dude muttered as the guy who had just finished peeing down Card’s throat turned to explain things to him.

And so it went for the first couple hours as Card sat there naked on the bathroom floor. Dude after dude would come through the door, express his surprise, and then his contempt, and then use Card for the obvious purpose that he was there – as a human urinal. For Card, it was an unending nightmare of abject humiliation as he had to listen to all their exclamations of surprise, contempt, and disgust and then still had to swallow their stinking pee, thereby seemingly validating every vile thing they’d said about him.

And, as time went on, things only got worse. It was bad enough when he looked up and realized that a dude was peeing into his mouth for a second and then a third and fourth time, but what was even more embarrassing was when, as happened on a number of occasions, Card recognized the dude pissing into him from one of his classes – and the dude recognized him, too. Knowing the way the news spread on twitter and other sites, Card realized that virtually all of his classmates would have heard about the disgusting display Card had put on in the bathroom of The Last Stop before he even made it out of the bar.

Roughly two hours after Card had started serving as the bar’s urinal, he reached the point that he’d been fearing from the very beginning. His belly was bulging, the multiple loads of piss that he’d down obscuring his abs, his stomach extending so far forward that it protruded well beyond his pecs, the need for him to piss almost unbearable. The breaking point came when three dudes joined in filling his piss-funnel to the very top. Card’s control over his own bladder finally gave way and he began pissing himself on the floor, to their raucous amusement and his own excruciating humiliation. Card pissed himself a good five minutes and, by the time he finished, he was not only guzzling down other dudes’ pee, he was sitting in his own.

From that point on, Card pretty much lost all control over his own bladder and he was pissing himself constantly throughout the rest of the night. By the time the bar closed at 3:00 a.m., nearly half of the bathroom floor was covered with Card’s recycled piss. When Master Jackson finally came in to collect him, Card knew he stank exactly like you’d expect a urinal to.

“You have fun, bitch?” Master Jackson asked contemptuously as he finally took off the piss-gag that Card had been wearing for the last six hours.

Card just stared at his Master, all the accumulated humiliations of his long evening forcing tears to his eyes. But when Master Jackson raised an eyebrow in a way that Card had learned to fear, Card knew what he had to do. “Yes, Master Jackson,” he replied. “Thank you, Master.” Just saying those words, thanking his Master for inflicting upon him the worst night of his entire life, crushed any last remnant of manhood that Card had somehow managed to retain through all the other degradations he had endured.

A huge smile lit up Master Jackson’s face. “I’m glad to hear that, bitch, cause you were a real hit tonight – everybody was talking about the piss-bitch in the bathroom. So much so that they’ve asked us to come back tomorrow night. And,” Master Jackson continued, the raw humor making his voice almost cackle, “assuming things go as well, you’re gonna be a permanent weekend fixture here from now on. Isn’t that great, bitch? Isn’t that great?”

Card didn’t want to cry in front of Master Jackson – he knew how much his Master enjoyed making his bitch cry like a little boy. But Card couldn’t help himself and the tears just started cascading down his face. Yet even as he was audibly sobbing Card forced himself to respond, “Yes, Master. That’s great, Master.”

His triumph now total, Master Jackson’s grin grew even bigger. “Okay, bitch. Now you need to get his place clean. And you know exactly how a bitch cleans up a mess he’s made – with his tongue. So get slurping, bitch. Get slurping right now.”

And as Card knelt down and began slurping his own recycled bladder wastes from the bathroom floor of a seedy bar, the tears kept flowing uncontrollably. He was a piss-bitch now. A human urinal. That was the life that now awaited him. And even with everything else that had already happened to him, Card couldn’t imagine a worse fate.

My Conversation with Potential Master PF

The following is a conversation I am having with a potential master. Names have been changed to protect this potential master’s identity.


I apologize for taking so long to get back to you.  I wanted to have the time to give a proper response.

If we are to give this proper consideration, we should arrange to meet at some point in the near future to ensure we have the proper chemistry.

It would be nice to have a face to go with a name. If you could send a photo, it would be appreciated.

From the little I have gathered so far, you are a college student at ****. I live in Minneapolis, so we don’t live that far apart.  That gives us the chance to get to know each other to make sure we’re the right fit. What we are proposing here requires a serious commitment from both of us, so we need to make sure that we have a connection, and are on the same page.

I have absolutely no issues becoming a “pet” and would certainly be open for some puppy play, and as for my “holes”, they would most certainly be open to you.  I imagine that when you are not using my ass for your pleasure, that you would lock a butt plug inside of me (https://pissslave.com/locking-butt-plug-and-chained/) and from time to time, you would hook me up to a fucking machine (https://pissslave.com/five-days-being-impaled-by-a-sex-machine/). Essentially, my hole would be continuously filled with either your penis, the butt plug, or the fucking machine.

As far as gear, given time, I will be able to provide most, if not all of it. I know that I will require a collar with a diameter of at least 18 inches, and as I am (literally) big boned, I will require larger wrist and ankle cuffs than you probably have.  I believe that https://www.dungeondelights.com/online-store/dungeon-irons-1-4-massive-shackle-5-piece-set-metal-restraints-p65446613 is a potential source for these, as well as a cage.

Living my life 24/7 in a cage is probably unrealistic, but having access to one that you can lock me in from time to time will come in handy.

You mentioned that you currently have a housing contract (part of how I assumed you were a college student) and you would need to find appropriate housing. Given that you need to arrange that, plus the fact that I would need to obtain the needed supplies, attempting to meet an artificial deadline of New Years is probably unrealistic.

If I stay at my current job through Jan 1, I will get 2-3 weeks of paid vacation (which equals extra money on my final paycheck) and if I continue through mid February, I will receive a bonus of several thousand dollars (more than enough to pay for the gear we will need) so it makes sense to wait until at least that time. It’s only a few weeks after the New Year, so we would no be delaying too much, and having the funds to purchase the proper gear will make the experience better for both of us.

I am anticipating that once we begin, that I would not have a job, so while you would be responsible for my expenses, if we have all of the gear before we begin, food would be my only expense, and my assumption was always that I would have a diet of primarily canned dog food, so food expenses should be less than $1 per day.

As an interesting side discussion, I have a background in web design, and always considered that it might be interesting to turn this into an opportunity for my master to make money to cover my expenses by turning my current blog into a sort of paid site in which visitors would pay to access live streams of my new life. For a monthly fee, they could witness the real, unedited life of a sex slave.

I hope that gives you enough to continue the conversation.  It would be interesting to hear your thoughts.

 

On Wed, Oct 2, 2019, 6:40 PM PF wrote:

It’s alright. Take your time and think of one’s you’d like to ask.

On Wed, Oct 2, 2019, 6:39 PM I wrote:

I’m sure I will have many, just haven’t had time to respond properly. Busy week at work

On Wed, Oct 2, 2019, 12:02 PM PF wrote:

Is there any other questions you have for me?

On Tue, Oct 1, 2019, 8:32 AM I wrote:

I will definitely be emailing you more later about this.

There is just something about your proposal that is very intriguing and worth discussing more.
I can tell that you have been on my plug, but I want to make sure that before we get too far into this discussion that you have seen my Facebook page oh, so you know what I look like.
looks will not be 100% important of course, because you can always simply put me in a mask if you do not find my face attractive,
I only bring this up because I have had a number of people be interested and then not attracted to me, and if I do not fit the physical type of what you were looking for, there is no point in us continuing our conversation.

PF Answers to Questions for my potential master

Location:
River FallsGear:
A collar, latex suit, a puppy hood. Chastity if you can as well.I want you to take on a new personality when you are with me. You aren’t who you once were if you come with me.

Daily Routine:
Very little. Maybe an occasional glance outside the window. You are my little secret and no one gets to use you besides me.

Contingency Plans:
I would have a key just at arms length for the instance that you have lost your master to matters beyond your control. I will have a contingency plan by talking to other masters so you can have someone take over if something goes wrong.

Requesting This Information:
In my eyes, you’re a different person when if you decide to come with me. I want to ask you, are you open to being more than a piss slave? Will your holes be open?

Master Seeks:
I want you to be happy so I will assist where I can, but I want to have fun as well. Occasional pup play will occur. But I will gladly let you have your role as a piss slave for life.

Starting Time:
Soon. I would love to do your New Years date. Being close by you may be able to take a lease for an apartment I can frequent until I can get out of my housing contract.

Careless and Castrated

I had just finished my Ph.D. in December and found myself without any potential employment opportunities in the near future. As luck would have it, a company near my hometown was advertising a position near my hometown. It was my mother who had sent me the newspaper link to the job. Her and my step-dad were getting older and she insisted that I apply for the job and move back home with them so they would have someone to help them maintain the ranch. After applying for the job and getting an interview, I was hired. Now after years of independence, I was moving back home with my parents while I worked to pay off student loans and catch up on credit card bills.

The job was good. I enjoyed the company and the people I worked with. Returning home was awkward for me but there were no issues. I had my own room. Mom made dinner and washed clothes. I spent weekends working on chores outside. My step-dad worked while mom stayed at home. All-in-all, the arrangement was beneficial to both of us.

I had always known that I was gay but never shared that information with anyone other than the random guys I would meet online. I never dated girls and always used my studies as an excuse. After I left for college and lived by myself, I became a chronic masturbator. Mostly, I jerked off to online porn until I discovered the eunuch website and started reading the erotic stories. It wasn’t long before I purchased an elastrator and began to experiment with banding myself while reading the stories. Bear in mind, I had no intention of ever being castrated-I just enjoyed the stories about others being castrated.

Now that I was at my parents house, I was no longer able to masturbate whenever I felt like it so I decided to purchase a chastity cage in the hopes that it would curb my desire. To be honest, it did help quite a bit. The cage was a small steel 1 1/2” Attica Hell extra short model which wasn’t even a tight fit around my flaccid cock. For several months, I would wear the cock cage for two weeks at a time before unlocking it and masturbating. After I had cum, I would put it back on and begin the countdown to my next release.

Now that I have prefaced my story with a little background information, it’s time to explain the rest of the story. It all started after I viewed a pair of pink crotchless panties on Amazon and order them. A little over a week later, the tracking app alerted me that they had been delivered from China. Imagine my surprise when I got home from work and discovered the panties were mailed in a clear plastic wrapper with a description of the panties on one side and my name and address on a label on the other side. Of course my step dad gets home before I do and always retrieves the mail for my mom so they both saw my order. I vowed at that time to never ever order anything from China again. When asked about the panties, all I could do was confess that I had ordered them but that I had done so as a birthday gag gift for a friend that was always whining like a girl. I thought I was convincing. Mom helped wrapped the panties as I carried out the charade. A few days later she asked if I had given them to my friend and if he liked them. I told her I did and everyone got a laugh out of it. Of course I had secretly stashed them away in my closet along with my elastrator. That was strike one in May.

My second strike came less than a month later when mom asked to use my laptop to shop e-bay. I didn’t think anything about it and let her, knowing all my porn was hidden deep within fake file names. There was no way she would discover anything incriminating. What I didn’t count on is that when she opened the internet browser and typed “e” for e-bay in the google search, eunuch.org was returned. No doubt she saw my panic stricken face as she stopped typing and looked at me with disbelief. I explained that google automatically offers suggestions for random websites as you type since it is a search engine. I told her to type “b” and watch as google would return another website suggestion. She did and so did google. I knew google like to offer suggestions for recently visited sites but I was hoping she didn’t know enough about google to know that little tidbit.

While I can’t recall the exact dates of my first two careless acts, I surely remember my third careless act occurred on Saturday, July 15th. I had been working outside all day and drenched in sweat and covered in dirt. When I came inside, I was looking forward to a refreshing shower so I went to my bedroom and stripped naked, tossing my dirty clothes in the hamper in the corner.Coincidentally, this was also my weekend to masturbate so I also decided to remove my cock cage and give my cock and balls a fresh smooth shave while I was in the shower. I tossed the cage on the foot of the bed and took my shower. Masturbation day was typically Sunday morning while my parents went grocery shopping so I dutifully put myself back into my cock cage. It wasn’t until the moment I heard the padlock click that I realized the key I had left in it when I removed it was no longer in it. I frantically looked all over the bedroom and bathroom for the missing key but could not find it anywhere. Strike three. When I looked in the hamper for my dirty pants to see if I had left they key in my pocket, there were no dirty clothes. What I didn’t know was that while I was in the shower, my mom had come into my room to get the dirty clothes and throw them into the washing machine. She spotted the cock cage and the bed and she took the keys.

I had two choices: either confront her to get the keys back or remain silent and locked in chastity indefinitely. One the one hand, I was an adult and if I enjoyed chastity then that was my prerogative. One the other hand, it wasn’t a subject I cared to discuss with my mom. I chose the latter option figuring she would bring it up and then I could explain how it was none of her business. In the meantime, I could figure out a way to remove the cock cage. Point of fact, neither of us discussed it and I found it was impossible to escape from this cock cage.

It wasn’t until the first week of September that I had finally managed to cum again. While reading a hot story on the eunuch website, I was frantically shaking my cock cage while fingering my asshole. I must have hit the right spot because cum began to ooze out of my cock. The sensation was new and unique. My balls gave no indication that I was about to cum nor did my body tense up. If it wasn’t for the puddle of cum, I would not have known that I had an orgasm. Nor did I know that I just cum for the very last time. I often close my eyes and remember that moment. My parents had gone grocery shopping and I was outside on the patio naked. The story I was reading was about two boys lost at sea who were rescued but later castrated by the captain of the ship that rescued them. My cock was hardening, straining to be freed from its tiny cage. As I shook the cage, I could feel the metal slap against the head of my cock and it reacted by straining hard against its confines. I put my finger in my mouth to moisten it with spit and slowly inserted it into my ass. I withdrew my finger and started to slide it back in. The cum oozed out of my cock, dribbling down the shaft of my cock but remaining within the cage until finally reaching my balls. I cupped by hand below my balls and waited for the puddle of cum to form as my seed slowly oozed down the shaft of my cock. My cum was thick and plentiful and tasted like nectar as I licked it from the palm of my hand.

Since I had been in total chastity since July, I hadn’t banded my balls. I tried once but it was too difficult to slip the band over my balls due to the short cage nudging against the locking band. There was just no way to get the prongs of the elastrator over my nuts to the base of my balls. So the elastrator sat in my closet, hidden, unused and forgotten. That is until the end of September. I don’t know what mom was looking for or why she was looking in my closet. All I was to learn later was that she found the elastrator. At the time, nothing was said. I already had three strikes against me: 1) the panty order; 2) the eunuch website popping up on the computer; 3) the cock cage on my bed. Now the discovery of the elastrator had occurred. I suppose it doesn’t take a genius to draw a conclusion. The conclusion may not be correct but the pieces of the puzzle fit together.

It was abnormally hot on the Saturday of October 7th. I had spent most of the day clearing brush along the fence line and replacing damaged sections of the fence. Mom came out to see how I was doing and commented on how nice it looked before asking if I wanted something to drink. “Sure, bring me some lemonade,” I replied. A few minutes later, she and my step-dad returned with a tall glass of lemonade. Being parched, I drank most of it in one gulp. The effects of the large dose of muscle relaxant medication she mixed into the lemonade were almost immediate. My head began to spin and my knees became weak and wobbly. In no time, I collapsed to the ground in a paralyzed state. Conscious but dazed, I was helpless as my step-dad lifted me up and leaned me against the wooden fence. Mom had the rope she used to tie me spread eagle up against the fence. I wasn’t sure what was going on but knew it had been planned. I tried to protest, to demand to know what they were doing but could barely manage to mumble a few syllables before my eyelids grew heavier and closed.

I’m not sure how long I was out but it was pitch black dark when I came to. I immediately realized that I was completely naked and alone. The cold night air sent shivers throughout my body. I tried to call out for help but my mouth had been taped shut. My balls ached immensely, like a bad toothache had migrated to my groin. I was still tied to the fence and tried to struggle free. Some of my strength had returned but I was still too weak to struggle long. I could feel the throbbing pain shooting through my balls as I struggled to free myself. I wanted nothing more than to stop the pain in my balls. I had no idea what was causing the pain.

That night was a living hell for me without any exaggeration. Being tied spread eagle to a fence was extremely uncomfortable. The cold night air chilled my naked body to the core. My imagination ran wild with every noise I heard coming from the wood line. Then there was the intense pain coming from my balls. After all the stories I had read on the eunuch website, I couldn’t help but fear that I was being castrated. When the sun came up, I would see a green band around my dead balls. At this very moment, while I was tied to the fence, my balls were slowly being strangle. I could envision them changing color as they had done so often when I used to band myself. I tried to reassure myself that my parents would never do that to me but began to wonder why they would castrate me. No, somehow the chastity cage was causing the pain. The sun will rise and I’ll see everything is okay. I can attest, being alone in the stillness of a dark night definitely stirs up the imagination.

The pain in my balls intensified over what seemed like several hours. I wished I could close my eyes and sleep through the pain but there was no way that would happen. Then all of the sudden, the pain began to dissipate. I tried to think about it but I couldn’t help but to realize that my balls were totally dead. Time seemed to pass ever so slowly. I thought the sun would never rise but eventually I could see the red and gold hue of morning on the horizon. I was reluctant to look down at my balls but curiosity got the best of me. I was hoping for the best but expecting the worse. The first thing I saw was my cock cage. I was lying on the ground. Instantly, I knew that was not the source of the pain. Lying next to my cock cage was my elastrator.I looked down at my balls. My flaccid cock drooped down over my balls but I could see they were black as shoe polish. Three green elastrator bands were wrapped around the base of my nutsack. I tried to choke back the tears but it was useless and I was soon sobbing like a child.

By the time my parents came out to see me, the sun had dried out the morning dew. Neither of them said a word and of course I was unable to say anything to them with the tape over my mouth. One by one, they each felt and tugged on my balls, both smiling to each other. Mom simply nodded to my step-dad after that. He had come prepared to finish the job. I know he had castrate animals before but I wasn’t an animal and began to fear this would end badly for me. I could only watch helplessly as he proceeded to emasculate me. He held my balls in his hand as he stuck a safety pin through my scrotum sack and closed it. The safety pin was inserted directly below the first green band closest my body. I didn’t feel so much as a pinch as it went in. Next, he took a tube of superglue and began to apply some to each side of the same green band then waited for the glue to dry. Mom picked up the filet knife as my step-dad held onto my balls. I knew there was nothing I could do. Aside from being tied to the fence, I knew my balls were dead. It was way too late to change that. The only thing that could be done know was to cut off the dead balls before they rotted and caused more problems. I remained motionless as my step-dad pulled down on my balls. Mom took that as her cut to begin cutting. I watched as she made one long slice through my nutsack. Just like that, they were separated from my body. Despite the immense pain I had experienced the night prior, there was hardly any pain associated with my castration. I felt the knife slice through my sack but it wasn’t painful at all. I can still remember seeing my own severed balls in my step-dad’s hand. He clenched them in his fist as he reared back and threw them deep into the woods. He had thrown my balls in the direction of the sun. I did see them leave his hand but that was the last time I saw my manhood. Off in the distance, I heard them crash through the leafy tree canopy.

In the days after, we never talked about the incident. My parents never told me why they castrated me and I never asked. It was like nothing ever happened. I just like to pretend that they did it out of love to make me happy. In all honesty, I am glad that I am a eunuch. The day they removed my balls has become the day I became free to be myself. My castration fantasy had become reality. My masturbation problem has been solved. Mom bought me several pair of crotchless panties for Christmas and I still enjoy reading castration stories on the eunuch website without the need to be sneaky about it. I’ve learned to embrace my sexuality and have met several wonderful men on the eunuch website who adore me for what I have become. I don’t need a hard cock or the ability to cum as long as I have a man who gives me his hard cock and cum.

The Family Slave

Hello, let me start off by telling you more about myself. My name is Carter and I am turning 18 years old today. I just graduated from high school and have always looked forward to my life starting as an adult. I have never been athletic. I am an average student and graduated in the middle of my class. I am about 5’10” tall and weigh 155 pounds.

You could say I’m kind of on the skinny side. I have Blond hair and green eyes. You could say I am very cute looking. Not a sex object just your average Twink looking gay boy. Now I know I’m gay, but I am still a virgin and in the closet. I am very close to my family, so I think they know I’m gay, but I have never come out and told them.

I have a big family. There is my dad and mom, and my dad has 2 brothers and one sister, my mom has 2 sisters and 3 brothers, and I have 4 brothers and no sisters. I have 3 older brothers and one younger brother. And lots of cousins. So, its my birthday and I’m out with a couple of friends. My oldest brother texts me and tells me I need to come home right away.

So, me and my two friends head to my house and when I walk in all my family is there yelling SURPRISE. They had set up a party for my 18th birthday. I was shocked and happy. We all partied and had fun all night long. I decided to tell my dad that I was gay so I asked him if I could talk to him in the other room and once there, I was very nervous and just came right out and said.

“Dad I think you might already know this, but I need to tell you that I’m gay.”

My dad looked right at me and said.

“I know Carter, the whole family knows. We just figured you would tell us when you’re ready. If you ever need to talk about it or have questions don’t be afraid to ask me or your brothers anything.”

I looked at my dad with a big smile and a feeling of relief. And we went back to the party. After the party was over all my brothers stayed the night because it was getting late. I couldn’t sleep so I snuck into my brothers’ room that was one year older than me and still live at the house. I woke him up and asked him if we could go for a walk outside that I needed to talk to him.

We went outside and I told him about me being gay and that I told dad earlier in the day at the party. He laughed and told me.

“Like we didn’t already know. So, are you a Top or Bottom?”

I looked at my brother and said.

“I don’t know I am still a virgin and I don’t know what I like.”

So, let’s stop the conversation I am having with my brother so I can let you know about him. He has the same build and looks as I do. Blond hair and green eyes, he is 19 years old and his name is Josh. He is 5’11” and about 160 pounds. He has blond hair like me and green eyes like me also. We have been inseparable ever since we were little. He is my closest brother, we did everything together growing up, but the biggest difference between us is he is straight and has a girlfriend. So back to what we were talking about.

So, after telling him I was a Virgin my brother looked at me and said.

“Well Carter let me say one thing real fast, my girl hates sucking my dick so why don’t you get down on those knees of your and get to sucking my dick.”

I looked at him and thought did he just say that to me? I look right into Josh’s eyes and said.

“Are you serious? You really want me to suck your dick? I have never had sex or sucked a dick ever in my life. I won’t be good at it”

“Yeah bro I want you to, the way I look at it is that you can get the practice and I can get my dick sucked at the same time because my girl won’t suck me.”

I looked at Josh and the I went to my knees and said.

“Ok Josh lets do this. I will suck your dick for you.”

Josh then said to me.

“Now don’t get so jumpy just yet Carter, you have to know a few things before you say yes. I will not treat you as my brother but as a bitch. Just so you know once we start, I will not stop until I cum. Also, you need to know it won’t be a one-time thing, anytime and anywhere I tell you to drop to your knees and suck my dick you must obey, and I’m not going to be nice, I will teach you how to suck a proper dick.”

I looked right in my brothers face and agreed to his terms, I just wanted to suck my first dick so bad right then. So, Josh moved closer and got his crotch right to my face and looked down at me and said.

“What are you waiting for bitch? Get my dick out and start sucking faggot.”

I looked up at my brother and said.

“Do you seriously have to talk to me that way Josh?”

Josh then raised his hand and slapped me across the face as hard as he could and said.

“First off bitch yes I do need to talk to you that way, I told you before you agreed to this that I will treat you as a bitch, second off don’t you ever talk back to me ever again and do as your ordered to do.”

So, I then put my hands on the top of his paints and went to unbuckle his belt when Josh then slapped me across the face as hard as he could again and said.

“Ok bitch I can see that I have a lot of training to do with you, when a straight alpha like myself lets you suck his dick you must pull his dick out using your mouth only. You need to take a real mans dick out without touching it with your fag hands.”

I then moved my face up to his crotch and used my mouth to undo his belt buckle and then moved to the button oh his paints. I could feel his dick getting hard when I was trying to get the button undone and I was having problems getting his paints undone with my mouth since it was the first time I have ever done this and I was taking a long time doing it when I felt Josh slap me across the face once again and he looked down at me and said.

“Bitch I am going to keep bitch slapping you until you learn what to do fag, you need to learn to get faster and make me happy, you don’t want me to get mad because it would not be good for you bitch. Now get back to work and get my dick out in the next 3 minutes or next time I’m not going to slap you, but I will punch you so hard in the face that you will have a fat lip and bloody nose. Now I’m going to time you, so you better learn and get that dick out bitch.”

When Josh moved back up to me, I started to undo his paints once again with my mouth still having problems Josh said one minute gone two minutes left. And then I started to go nuts on his button and finally got it undone, then I took my teeth and pulled down his zipper, and Josh then said one-minute left bitch. So, I took my mouth and pulled his paints down and I heard Josh say 10, 9, 8 counting down the last minute when I pulled his underwear down and out pooped his 9-inch dick and smacked me in the face. Then I looked up and seen Josh smiling and he said.

“Great job bitch, see what a little motivation can do? Your learning, now put that cock sucker on my dick and start sucking.”

I put my mouth around his dick for the first time and the first time I have ever had a dick in my mouth. I got the first three inches in and Josh pulled his dick out real fast and smacked me hard across my face and yelled out.

“You are a fucking cunt, get your fucking teeth off my dick bitch before I knock them out of your fucking mouth, now do it right bitch.”

Josh then grabbed the back of my head and shoved his dick back in my mouth. This time I covered my teeth with my lips to make sure not to touch his dick with them. Josh then grabbed the back of my head and kept pushing my head into him hitting the back of my throat and I was gagging like crazy. I then heard Josh say.

“Good job on coving those teeth bitch but now you need to learn to relax your throat to let my dick down there bitch, trust me it will be easier on you because it don’t matter to me if you relax or not since my dick will go in with force or you relaxing.”

I tried my hardest to relax but I couldn’t it was hard for me to do since I have never done this before when I felt Josh grab the back of my head tight and shove his dick all the way in balls deep. I started to gag like crazy and my throat felt like it was on fire since Josh forced his dick down my throat. Josh then held my head buried into his crotch and said.

“That’s it you bitch, take that dick, oh yeah that feels great. Gag on it you bitch. I told you I was going down your throat no matter what. It feels so great bitch, your going to become a great cock sucker faggot.”

I had tears running down my face and was hoping it would stop. Josh was being so brutal with me and making me gag like crazy. This blow job has been going on for 30 minutes now and we were in the back yard of the house where at any time anyone could wake up and look in the back yard and see what was going on. I wanted it to jut stop. But I knew that Josh wouldn’t stop until he came.

Josh finally let go of my head and then started to move his hips to make his dick go in and out of my throat. I finally felt his dick start to throb and heard Josh say.

“That’s it you bitch keep that up, I’m about to cum any moment now. OH yeah that’s it you bitch. Oh yeah, I’m seeding your throat faggot, take that seed down that throat bitch. Make that dick you faggot.”

My throat was now on fire, I never stopped gagging, I had tears running down my eyes and I felt so used. I lip hurt from my teeth rubbing on them so that my teeth would not rub on Josh’s dick. I had Josh’s cum running down my throat and into my stomach. After Josh was finished, he ripped his dick out of my throat, put his hand on my head and push me to the ground. Josh then pulled up his underwear and paints and said to me.

“That was great bitch, you learned to keep those teeth off my dick and how to take a dick down your throat bitch. Now get the fuck up and follow me into the house and go to bed. We don’t need anyone asking why we are out here because I will tell them the truth. So, if you don’t want to tell them yet that you’re a fag you better hurry up.”

I went to say Ok and nothing came out, I then tried to talk, and it hurt to talk. Josh then started to laugh and said.

“Damn bitch, I really used that throat good, didn’t I? Well get use to it because it will happen a lot more now. Happy Birthday Fag and welcome to your new life.”

I went in the house and went to bed I laid there thinking about what just happened. I now sucked my first dick but didn’t know it was going to be so brutal. I was just so thankful no one seen me on my knees taking Josh’s dick in the back yard. The next morning, I woke up and my throat was still sore. I sat down at the kitchen table while my mom cooked us breakfast.

Josh then came down and sat right next to me and whispered in my ear.

“Damn I wish the family knew how much of a fag you are, I would have you under this table right now feeding you my cum for your breakfast. By the way I have something special for you this morning. When mom puts your plate in front of you hand it to me.”

A few minutes passed and my mom put a plate of pancakes in front of me and turned around to get everyone’s plates. The Josh picked up my plate and put it under the table. I looked over and he had a small glass with his morning cum in it and he poured it all over my pancakes. He then put my plate in front of me and said.

“Eat up Carter, you better eat ever bite.”

My mom then said.

“That’s right carter I want to see your plate empty before you get up and go out with your friends today. I don’t need you hungry.”

I have never used syrup or butter on my pancakes. I have always liked them plain. My youngest brother looked at my plate and seen the cum on my pancakes and laughed. He is 16 years old. His name is Damien, he is 5’7″ and about 150 pounds. He also has Blond hair like me and my brother, but he has nice blue eyes. The kind that I wish I had. Unlike me and Josh he has a great body. Six pack abs, and a tan body to die for.

I sat there eating these pancakes covered in Josh’s cum. I now got a good taste of his cum unlike last night when it was just deposited into my stomach. I could tell his cum was a little sweet with a little after taste of bitterness. I sat there in front of my family eating my brothers cum and the only one that noticed was my youngest brother Damien. After I finished every bite, I got up to leave with my friends when Josh said.

“Hey Carter, I’m coming with you today I have nothing to do and I don’t want to be bored.”

I replied, “No Josh I’m going out with my friends today I will catch up with you later.”

My mom then interrupted and said.

“Carter your bother can go with you or you’re not going yourself stop being selfish.”

Damien then said.

“Mom I want to go also can I go with them?”

That’s when Josh said.

“Maybe next time buddy I want to spend time with Cater since it was just his birthday.”

Damien then started to act sad that he could not go until our mom said for us to take him along also, that she felt it would be a good bonding time for the three of us.

I was happy Damien was going because that meant that Josh couldn’t do anything to me all day in front of him. I could see that Josh was not happy about it and I knew if it was just me and Josh that I would have never made it to my friend’s house, and he would have other plans for us.

We all got into the car and I started to drive us to my friend’s house when Damien started to talk.

“So, Carter I seen you sucking Josh’s dick last night in the back yard. Josh really put you in your place, didn’t he? You want to suck my dick? I watched you eat his cum all over your breakfast this morning and you ate every bite.”

Right at that moment my heart dropped into my stomach and Josh’s face got the biggest smile on his face. Then Josh said.

“Yeah Damien, Carter would love to suck your dick. You know he is a faggot, right?”

Damien replied.

“Yeah, I know, I seen him go to town on your dick Josh. I was hoping Carter would want to suck me also.”

Josh then replied

“Ok later let’s go to Carters friends house and hang out first. I really did just come along to hang out also.”

I was happy that we were all just going to hang out and I would still get to see my friends but horrified that Damien seen me sucking Josh’s dick and that he also wanted me to suck his dick.

We finally pulled up to my friend’s mike house and Mike and my other friend Cody came out and got in my car. I said hi and then went to the water park near our house. When we got to the water park, we all got out of the car and went in. Once in there I headed right to the bathhouse to change into my swimming trunks. Cody and Mike already had theirs on, so they went swimming when I went to change.

Cody was three months younger than me, so he was still 17 years old, he is also tall at 6’2″, about 175 pounds and was in great shape, he has brown hair and beautiful dark gray eyes. He is the only person I have ever seen with eyes like that. Cody is straight with a beautiful girlfriend.

Mike on the other hand is two months older than me so he was already 18 years old. He was about the same height as me at 5’10” but was chubby at around 220 pounds. He has Brown hair also but hazel eyes. He has dated girls here and there but never really keeps them. Right now, he is single, but he is straight as well like Cody.

Damien changed super-fast and ran out the doors to go swimming, I went into the dressing area and pulled the curtain to change cloths. I had just finished getting ready and was about to head out when Josh came in and shut the curtain behind us and said.

“Ok bitch time to suck my dick again.”

I looked at Josh and replied.

“No not here, we are in public in the middle of the day with people all around.”

Josh then raised his hand and bitch slapped me hard across my face again and replied.

“I told you bitch, anytime, and anywhere. And when I said that I meant it so if you don’t want me to make a scene and force my dick down your fag throat you better get down on your knees and get to work.”

I now had tears in my eyes, and I knew he would force me no mater what. I dropped to my knees and put my hand on the top of his swimming trunks and Josh slapped me again across the face reminding me I need to use my mouth. I put my mouth to pull his shorts down and noticed they wouldn’t go down and seen he tied them, and I had to untie the string to pull them down.

I thought to myself why the hell would he tie up his shorts if he knew he was going to make me suck his dick. As I was untying the string on his shorts, I realized why he did that. He was getting hard while I did that, and it was a way to make sure he was hard for me to suck him. Knowing where we were it didn’t take me long to get his shorts off so I can hurry up and suck him off so no one would come in and see when I heard Josh say.

“Damn bitch you must really want my dick bad today, you got my junk out fast, ok get to work and get me off, the faster you work my dick the faster we can go swimming with Damien and your friends.”

I then put my mouth around Josh’s dick and started to suck. This time I remembered to cover my teeth. I then started to gag once again on Josh’s dick. Then Josh started to hit the back of my throat and then forced his dick back into my throat. Right at that moment I heard Cody come in and yell for me.

“Hey Carter, where are you? Your taking a long time. We are waiting for you to go down the slide.”

Josh then yelled out.

“Hey dude we are back here.”

I then tried to pull my head off Josh’s dick when I felt josh put his hands behind my head and lock his fingers together and hold my head balls deep gagging like crazy on his dick when I heard Cody open the curtain and look right at me on Josh’s dick and he yelled out really loud.

“What the fuck man? Why the hell are you on your knees sucking your brothers dick man?”

He yelled so loud I’m shocked the entire water park didn’t hear him when Josh then said while letting up a little and start to move my head up and down on his shaft and telling Cody.

“Your friend here is a fag dude. I’m shocked you didn’t know that. He loves dick, and I’m helping him to learn how to suck a dick.”

Cody the replied back in a normal voice.

“I never thought about him being a fag before. He is just a friend, so I didn’t think of it. I know he was always teased in school, but I just figured that’s all it was. I didn’t know he was really a faggot. Just so you know though I’m straight. So, are you a fag also Josh?”

Josh replied.

“No dude I’m straight also, I just enjoy getting my dick sucked, my girl won’t do it. So why not let a fag suck me off.”

During them talking about me I was still down on Josh, gagging and chocking like crazy on his dick. They kept talking about Josh’s girl not sucking dick and Cody saying his girl tried before but sucked at it and hurt him so he wouldn’t let his girl suck him. Then Josh said.

“See the fag here is not good at it also, but once he learns he will be a natural born c=cock sucker and it will feel great. At least he learned not to use his teeth and it don’t hurt. I just need to now teach him how to make me feel great while getting sucked off.”

Right then Josh started to moan and push his dick down my throat to cum down inside my stomach once again. Cody then laughed and I was swallowing Josh’s cum and Josh once again ripped his dick out and pushed me to the floor. Then Josh told Cody.

“Don’t expect the fag to be able to talk for a little while. He needs time for his throat to get back to normal after taking my dick down his throat.”

Cody said ok and then Josh pulled his shorts up and told me to get off the floor and that we are going swimming now. So, we all left the changing room and went out to go swimming. Mike asked what took so long and Cody replied.

“Mike you won’t believe this, but Carter was sucking off Josh. Carter is a fag.”

Mike replied

“I kind of figured that but he is our friend. But now that the cat is out of the bag or should I say the fag is out of the closet, maybe he might want to suck us also.”

Josh replied.

“Yes, please do I need help to teach him how to suck a great dick. We need to help him so when he meets a guy, he likes he will definitely snag him with his great head.”

I was feeling so low at that moment, but I also asked for it. I agreed to Josh’s terms just so I could suck his dick last night. I just didn’t know in lest than 24 hours I would be sucking him again and that my other brother and my two best friends would know about me.

I just put it behind me and had fun at the water park with my friends and brothers. It was normal, we went on the slides and went swimming in the pool. When Cody suggested we het into the hot tub. All five of us went in and was relaxing when Cody moved next to me and whispered in my ear.

“Hey, fag I need a hand job.”

He then grabbed my hand and pushed it into his shorts under the water in front of everyone and I felt his rock-hard dick for the first time. He must have been at least 10 inches and thick. I pulled away from him and took my hand out of his shorts when Josh whispered in my other ear on the other side of me.

“Fag you better put your bitch hand back into his shorts and show your friend some respect and give him the hand job he wants and apologize to him for pulling away and tell him you will never pull away again, or when we get home I’m going to take you out back and beat you with my belt until your black and blue. Got that bitch?”

I instantly put my hand back into his shorts and grabbed his dick and started to jerk off one of my best friends. I then apologize to him and told him I would never pull away again. Cody looked over at Josh and Josh winked at Cody to say I got you. Cody smiled and leaned back as I gave him a hand job in front of everyone. Mike seen this and Josh moved away to let Mike in and put my other hand in his shorts to give him a hand job also. Mike I could tell was only about 7 inches and felt more like mine.

I was starting to worry about myself because the only dicks I have touched before yesterday was my own and then when I felt Josh and Cody’s dicks, they were much bigger than me and I was worried I was small. So, there I was giving my two best friends hand jobs at the same time as they leaned back enjoying themselves. I the heard Cody say to Mike.

“Isn’t it great having a fag as a friend Mike? We will always get off now.”

Mike replied.

“Hell, yeah I wish the fag would have came out years ago, he could have been making our dicks feel good all these years.”

This is the first time I heard my two best friends call me a fag and tell each other how they would have used me for years if I had told them. In a way I wish I did tell Cody because I kind of found him attractive. But then again, I never though of Cody in a sexual way before.

Cody the whispered in my ear.

“Ok fag in about to cum so put your mouth around my dick and swallow mu cum so that it does not go in the hot tub.”

I the put my head under water and put Cody’s Dick in my mouth and he pushed my head all the way down my throat and came right into my stomach. I thought I was about to die because I started to gag and chock on his dick and Cody moved up to pull me out of the water to swallow his cum so if anyone would have looked over at the hot tub they would have seen me on his dick, but luckily no one seen except my little Brother Damien.

I then continued to give Mike his hand job and Mike was about to cum also, but instead of putting my head under water he just moved up and shoved my head down on his dick balls deep. I once again gagged like crazy as Mike came down my throat.

But this time Mike was making so much noise these two boys in their early teens walked by and said.

“Holly shit there a guy sucking the cum out of that dude. What faggot’s”

After I got done swallowing Mikes cum Mike told the boys he wasn’t gay he just likes getting off and faggots are great for that. The boys laughed and told Mike.

“Well use that faggot good for us then.”

Mike smiled and said he would.

Damien said it was he turn but Josh told him to wait until we got home, and he could get head from me tonight. Damien agreed and wanted to go home right away but Josh told him that we had to wait for it to get dark first before having me suck him off.

I now felt so low. Now two strangers saw me with my mouth around Mikes dick. The sad thing is I didn’t even find Mike attractive.

On our way home Josh took my keys and he drove back to Cody’s house. Cody then got a call on his cell phone and it was his parents. They had told him that they are going out tonight with some friends and most likely will be drinking so they are getting a hotel room for the night and wanted to make sure Cody was ok with that. He was fast to say yes and asked if me Mike and my brothers could stay the night tonight. They of course said yes. Then Cody said he had a great idea for tonight to call and see if we all could stay the night. My parents said yes for us and Mikes parents said yes also.

Once we got to Cody’s house his parents were already gone, and Cody’s only brother didn’t live there, and he had his own place. Cody looked at me and said.

`Oh, are we going to have fun tonight, I have some ideas if its ok with Josh.’

Josh replied he was up for anything as well as Mike and Damien.

Once in the house all four of them made a circle around me and Josh pushed me to my knees, and I looked up at them with evil grins on all their faces.

Josh looked down at me and smiled saying.

“Ok I think before we go any further, we should sit down with Carter and set some rules. Come over here Carter we need to disuse some things.”

I stood up off the floor and sat down on the couch and Josh then explained to me.

“You see Carter I don’t think this will work out with just you submitting to us. I think if you want to suck any of our dicks again you need to be our slave. Now we can’t force you into this, it will have to be your choice. We can go through things we want and what limits you have. But you must agree, and if you don’t want to do that it fine, just know you will not get to suck our dicks again.”

I thought about it for a few minutes and I knew that I wanted to be able to suck their dicks. I knew it was rough with the aging and being forceful, but I also knew I would get use to it. I wanted Josh’s dick, and if I had to suck the other three to just be able to suck Josh off I would, so I looked at Josh and said.

“Yes, I agree to be your guy’s slave. Just as long as I get to suck your dick Josh.”

Josh then replied

“Don’t worry you will, we will go over everything. I’m going to download a contract from the internet for us all to sign, we can go to town hall tomorrow to have it notarized.”

Cody then jumped into the conversation and said.

“Why wait until tomorrow? My brother is a notary and he can make it legal, let me give him a call.”

Cody called his brother and informed up that he was on his way over to make the document legal. Josh went on Cody’s computer and found a slave contract and printed it out. Once Cody’s brother got there, he sat down at the dining room table with all of us and we went through the contract.

Cody’s brother’s name is Adam and was 26 years old, about 6’1″ tall like Cody, he also was also about 175 pounds and was in great shape, he has brown hair and dark green eyes. He is also straight and has been dating the same girl for 4 years. He just got engaged to her a couple months back.

So, Josh said in the contract that he wants Him, Damien, Cody, and Mike to be the Master’s, and that they will all have equal and total control over me. I will be turned into an object, and if they wish that they all can rename me if they like. As far as their point there would be no limits to what they want on them to do with me, even have me serve and obey other men.

Now it was my turn to go through the Slave part of the contract. When asked what limits I have that I would not want done with me and where I can say no to. The only thing I could think of was that I was not to be told or must have sex with any female. See I never thought of anything else that I wouldn’t want to do.

The next part of the contract was term of length in time that the contract would be valid. In the comment section it said life term unless all four masters sign off on releasing me from their part of the contract. Then Adam explained to me and said.

“Now Carter I need to you understand this part very good. This contract will stay valid you entire like unless all four of them decide to release you from your obligations. Now if Josh releases you then what that would mean is Josh would not be your master any longer but Damien, Cody, and Mike still would have ownership so you would still be their slave until they don’t want in the contract anymore. Do you understand this Carter?”

I shook my head yes and said that I understand it and I agree with the terms.

We went through four pages and finally finished the contract. There were two copies made. One for us and one to be filed away with Adam at his office. He had all four of them sign the contract and then the papers were in front of me with the pen in my hand. I looked down at the contract and seen where it said Master with all four of their signatures on them. The next line down I seen the word slave.

I wasn’t sure why I did it, but I took the pen and signed both copies. And Adam filed one away in his brief case and locked up his brief case up. Then Adam said.

“Alright Boys you now officially own a slave, and Carter your officially their property and considered an object. So, about my payment, I want the slave to suck my dick. Kim has been out of town now all week and I could really use a good blow job.”

Cody looked at me and said.

“You heard the man fag get to work on his dick bitch.”

I looked at Cody and said that I prefer not to when I got a slap across the face by Josh and was told now that I have signed the contract, I don’t have a choice, I must obey by law. So, I then went down under the dining room table and Adam already had his dick hanging out. For me to get on it.

I started to suck on Adams dick under the table as they all sat around talking about me and what to rename me. As I sucked on Adams dick I looked around under the table and seen everyone’s crotch and thought to myself that I was going to be busy tonight. Adam started to get hard and I could tell that he was hung just like Cody. Must have been 10 inches long and thick also. Must run in the family.

Adam didn’t force me down like Josh did and the others, he just sat there and enjoyed his blow job. Adam finally was about to cum when I felt his hands go under the table and hold my head still as he shot cum in my mouth and hit the back of my throat. His cum tasted very bitter and I couldn’t handle the amount of cum, so it came out of my mouth and hit the floor.

When he was done, he pulled out and stood up and pulled his paints up and looked down at me and said.

“You better lick all that cum up off the floor faggot. You better not waste a single drop of my nectar bitch.”

I then put my face to the floor and started to lick up the cum off the floor and eat it. Everyone else just watched me and laughed as I had my face on the floor licking up cum and eating it. Then Josh looked at me and told me my new name he said.

“Well fag we talked about it and we got the new name you will go by and answer to. Your new name is Slut. Everyone will call you by that name from now on and you will only answer to that name. Got it Slut?”

I looked up and said yes, and with that Josh slapped me across the face hard and said.

“From now on you say yes master, you only call me master and you only call Damien, Cody, and Mike master also. I don’t want to hear any of our actual names come out of that cock sucker of your again. Understand Slut?”

I looked up at Josh and said.

“Yes, Master I understand Master.”

Josh had a big smile on his face and told me that I was a good faggot. After Adam was finished, he got his stuff together and told everyone bye and left. Damien then came over to me and looked down at me and said.

“Finally fag it’s my turn to get that blow job. Get between my legs and suck that dick.”

I then moved my way over to my 16-year-old brother that has already pulled his dick out for me to suck, and I put my mouth around his dick and started to suck. The thing is he was about 7 inches hard and was around the same size as I was, but he was still growing, and I knew when he was 18 years old like me, he would have a monster dick like my brother.

I wondered why I was the only male in our family with a smaller dick. I still gagged on him and chocked I was still not use to sucking dick yet. It’s only been 3 days but then again it was the fifth guys dick I had in my mouth to this point. It didn’t take Damien long when he then started to cum down my throat. He started to moan and smile. He didn’t call me any names or say anything to me. He just moaned as he shot cum down my throat. After he was finished, he looked down at me and said.

“Damn fag you must be getting better at that because you suck dick better than my girlfriend.”

Now the funny thing is what should had made me feel low was the fact I just sucked off another one of my brothers or the fact that my family is calling me a fag, but no the thing that bothered me was that my 16 year old brother was already getting his dick sucked by his girlfriend and here I was 18 years old and has never been in a relationship and I don’t know what it feels like to get sucked off myself. Up until this weekend, I have never been naked in front of anyone.

Then Cody and Mike decided that it was their turn to get my mouth around their dicks. I sucked them both off and they both moaned and called me names and they both made me eat their cum again. After they was finished everyone went to bed and I slept on the couch.

The next morning Me Josh and Damien got in the car and Josh drove. We drove to an adult store and told Damien he had to wait in the car. Once we stepped in some guy asked for our ids and seen I just turned 18 and congratulated me and told me happy birthday.

Josh and I was looking at the BDSM area and looking at collars. The same guy that asked for our ID’s came over and asked up if there was anything, he could help us find and Josh said.

“Yeah I’m looking to buy my slave here a collar that I can lock on him. Do you have anything like that?”

The guy replied.

“We sure do it all depends on what kind you want. We have leather collars that you can put a pad lock on them to a metal ring collar, it locks in place with a small tool inside it and depends on how much of a level you want to keep him locked in there. Some people like to be locked in collars and they get the metal one like this and squirt super glue in the locking device and locks it on his neck for good. It would take a lot of power tools to get it off. Your slave would not be able to remove it.”

Josh smiled and bought the metal ring collar. The collar had a metal hoop to connect a leash to and a place to have an engravement put on it. We then got back into the car and Josh showed Damien the collar and he laughed and said we have one last stop before going home.

We then stopped at this engraving store where they engrave jewelry and other things. Josh grabbed the collar and told Damien to get in the back seat of the car with me. I was told I had to sit in the back now that I’m a slave. And said.

“Damien get in the back with slut while I go have his collar engraved, and slut you suck on Damien’s dick while I’m in there.”

Damien smiled and got right out and jumped in the back with me and said.

“Get to sucking faggot”

I didn’t have to take his shorts down with my mouth this time because he whipped it out and put his hand on the back of my head and shoved me into his crotch. I sucked him and started to gag once again. Damien rolled down the window to feel the breeze and put his hands on the back of his head and stretched out laying his head back and said.

“There is nothing better than relaxing while a fag sucks my dick. Keep that up and I will cum down your throat in no time Slut.”

It didn’t take long, and Damien put his hands on the back of my head and pushed down as hard as he could to shove his dick down my sore throat and came down my throat. Just as he finished Josh came out and Damien jumped up front again and we drove home.

Once we got home Josh told my dad and mom that he wanted to know if the family could get together for a meeting. They of course loved family meetings so it was a fast yes. My parents are very laid-back go with the flow kind of people. They are very open minded and never judge anyone. My other two brothers and my sister came, and we all sat down in the living room and Josh stood up and started to talk.

“hey fam I know everyone knows it was just Carters 18th birthday. Well he came out to me and told me he was gay and wanted to know if he could be mine and Damien’s slave. Last night we got a contract printed off and we all singed it and had the document legally binding.”

At that moment Josh pulled out the contract and handed it to my parents. They read it and passed it on for the rest of my family to read. After they all read it my dad then said.

“You know Josh I don’t mind, if that’s what you kids want that’s fine. I’m happy for you. Me and your mom want you to feel free to be who you are, and you can make any rules you like for your new slave and enforce the rules here at the house. The only thing I ask is that the chores around the house still get done.”

Josh replied

“Oh, don’t worry about that dad the slave will do all the chores every day to keep the house spotless.”

My dad said they was ok with that and that we should feel free to do as we like. Then Josh told the family my new name and my role in this life now. I just sat there being quiet. Then Josh got the collar and put it around my neck and locked it in place and then he went to the other room and came back with super glue and locked it around my neck for good. He did this in front of all my family as they watched me be collared and locked in it.

My dad came over to me and looked at the collar and read the engraving and said.

“Josh, I take it you named him Slut?”

Josh laughed and said.

“Yeah we did, and Damien and I would like it if everyone called our slave by that name for now on.”

My oldest Brother Kurt said.

“Hell, yeah we will. So, Slut, you suck any dick yet?”

Damien jumped in and said.

“Yeah he did he sucked Josh four times now he also sucked me twice and then sucked his best friends Mike and Cody once each and gave them both hand jobs at the water park and swallowed they’re cum after jerking them off and that was just this weekend.”

Kurt looked at me and said.

“Damn Slut you have been busy. You need to suck me off also I think.”

Kurt is the oldest of all the children at 28 years old. He was 5’11” and around 180 pounds. He had some muscles, and a slim figure more like a swimmer build. He had dirty blond hair. Darker than me and my brothers but still blond, and he has dark blue eyes.

My sister was the second born, and then there is my Brother Aaron that is the third born at the age 22. He is 5’8″ and weighs 165 pounds. He has blondish red hair. Him and my sister are the only two that got red hair. And he has the nicest eyes of all of us with sky blue eyes. He is built because he works out, and he is your average straight sport guy type.

Aaron goes to the university in town and lives on campus. He is also the quiet one in the family and don’t talk much but when he doses talk, he makes it meaningful, and Aaron then said.

“Josh why don’t you make Slut get a job and have his checks direct deposited into your account so you can use the money on things you may need for him, maybe even pay you back for that collar and get more things for him, and if you like you can always bring him to my frat house and me and my frat brothers can help you and teach you how to be a better master.”

Josh smiled and told him that was a great idea and had me go online and look for jobs. I have never had to work at a job before, my parents always felt that we didn’t need to worry about jobs and only focus on our schoolwork. The only two of us kids that have jobs right now is my sister and my brother Kurt because they are now out of school.

Josh is taking a couple years off from school to figure out what he wants to go to college for, so my parents didn’t make him get a job yet, my brother Aaron is in school and me and Damien have been in high school. So, I went online and found a couple places to put my application in at. I spent around two hours putting in applications when my cell phone rang, and it was one of the jobs wanting to interview me.

I went later that day, I got all dressed up and looked great except for the collar around my neck that I could not take off even if I wanted to. It was a job at a five-star hotel as a bell hop. I went in and meet with the manager and the interview last for over an hour. We talked about my schooling and then the manager asked me.

“So, Carter what is up with that metal ring around your neck?”

I put my head down in shame and told him all about me being a slave and it was super glued shut and could never come off. I thought at that moment the interview was over and I didn’t get the job but by my surprise he just said.

“Well to each their own, as long as you dress up and show our guests respect and their property with respect, you got the job, you seem like a well-mannered young man and truthfully being a slave is going to work to your advantage because I know you will never give our guest any problems. And will treat them good.”

He explained to me that it was minimum wage with tips, and only 20 hours a week to start. I signed all the paperwork and then filled out the direct deposit form to have my money be sent to Josh’s account.

I left the hotel and got back in the car in the back seat because Josh drove me there and I told him I was hired. Josh was happy and then took me back home. Once we got back inside the house Josh told my dad that I did get the job and then my dad said.

“Good glad to hear that, and now I can give you a advancement and we can go get some supplies to start Slut off right if you want. I will just keep the recites and you pay me back once Slut starts making you money.”

Josh got excited and took our dad up on his offer and then my dad said.

“Damien we will be back, you are in charge of your slave until we get back.”

My dad and Josh left the house and Damien looked at me and told me to start cleaning the house. I must clean every room top to bottom. Damien then told our mom to relax and watch a movie whit him that she did enough, and he wanted to spend time with her.

My mom went in the living room and sat down as I cleaned the house. This did not bother me at all because I also felt that my mom dose way too much and she needs a break and I was happy to clean the house while she rested. My dad and Josh were gone for about four hours until they came back.

By the time they got back to the house I had already cleaned all the dishes, clean the counters, mop the floors, vacuumed the entire house, dusted and made the house look perfect. Not one thing was out of place and now was sitting on the chair in the living room watching television with Damien and my mom. When I heard my dad say.

“Stand up slut and strip naked.”

I stood up and then said in a questioning voice.

“Why do I need to take my clothes off dad? And right here in front of everyone?”

My dad then said.

“Shut up and do as I tell you to, you’re the one that wanted to be a slave, and you don’t have the right to ask question, just do as your told now strip.”

I wanted to cry so much, my dad’s speech had Josh and Damien laughing, and my mom just sat there as if to say you better listen to your father. So, I then took off my shirt. Removed my shoes and socks and pulled down my shorts. Then I put my fingers in the waist band of my underwear and pulled them down and took them off fast and covered my crotch with my hands standing in front of my family naked. My dad then said to me.

“Remove your hands from your crotch slut and put them behind you head.”

I did as I was told and now my dick was there for all to see. This is the first time any of my brothers has seen me naked. My dad and Josh took out something from a bag and took it out of the packaging and wend down between my legs and said.

“Ok Slut this here is called a chastity device. Once we put it on you, you won’t be able to touch your dick again. It’s to keep you from getting to aroused and stops you from being able to cum.”

Now I was scared, I had jerked off at least three times a day. It was one of my favorite things to do. And now with this metal cage around my dick I won’t even be able to touch it at all. The only good thing was after it was on my family didn’t see my dick anymore. Then my dad grabbed around the top part of my balls and pulled them down hard as he connected a metal ring around my balls and shaft at the base right up to my skin on my pubes. It hurt like hell having my dad pulling down on my balls.

I can’t believe I was standing the naked with my hands behind my head as my dad and brother was all in my crotch area fondling me. When I heard my dad tell Josh.

“We better hurry up Josh the fag is starting to get hard with us down here putting this on.”

Oh My God is all I could think. I was getting hard with my dad and brother grabbing at me and putting this chastity on me. I then felt them putting a tube in my piss hole and it started to burn bad. I was told to stand still and shut the fuck up while they finished up.

I finally heard the pad lock click shut and they moved away. I looked down between my crotch only to see a sold metal tub where my dick uses to be and my balls hanging below. Josh then went into the other room and brought out the super glue once again and filled the inside of the small pad lock that was locking it shut.

He kept putting little by little of the super glue in at a time to let it dry and put more in until it covered the inside of the lock and no key could go in and I was permanently locked up. I then asked.

“How am I going to pee if this thing is lock on me for good?”

Josh then said to me.

“Well you see Slut when we were at the adult store me and dad talked a lot to the guy and asked a lot of questions. I picked this one out because it has a stopper attached to it and that’s what that tube inside you dick dose.”

Josh then lifted the chastity up and pointed it to my face to see at the tip there was a bolt that screwed on and off when he took it off I seen a rubber stopper on the inside and then he screwed it back on and said.

“So, to answer your question, when you need to go you need to ask permission and if I give you permission, I will take it off for you to go. That also stops you from Cumming, so you need permission for that also. But I don’t see how you will ever cum because your dick is locked up and can’t be touched again.”

I was then taken to the bathroom by Josh and he pulled out a razor and shaving cream, he told me to get into the bathtub and then started to put the shaving cream all over my crotch. He then started to shave me when I said.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Josh then slapped me across the face and said.

“Don’t you ever give me that tone again Slut, in fact you don’t have the right to ask me anything, but since I feel nice, I will tell you. The guy at the store explained to me some masters shave their slaves body hair off because slaves are not men, and only men have body hair. Now shut the fuck up and let me finish faggot.”

He then shaved me to where there was not once hair on my crotch, he then continued to shave the rest of my body, from my toes to my neck. I did not have one single hair on my body. It was strange looking at my legs and arms with no hair, especially my crotch.

Then my dad came into the bathroom when Jodh had finished shaving my body and said.

“Ok Slut I figure since you are a slave now you don’t need a bedroom. Josh and Damien will figure out where you sleep so I want you to clear out your room and put everything in the garage, cloths and all. Anything on the walls goes down also. I do not want anything left in that room it is to be bare. I am turning the room into a craft room for your mom, she has always talked about wanting one.”

I could put cloths back on so that I can go outside and move all my stuff to the garage. The funny thing is I looked over at my mom and she had a smile on her face and was happy about this. I don’t blame her, but I was so upset because I will not have a space for my own anymore. Once I was all done clearing out my room, we all went out to the garage and I had to put all my cloths in bags. I was told to strip right there in the garage and put those cloths in the bag also. Then Josh handed me a set of cloths that I would never wear in a million years and told me to put them on.

The shorts he gave me was a shiny black rubber shorts and a black shinny rubber shirt. When I put them on, they were skintight. The shorts were very short and just covered my butt. They did not go below the top of my thigh. Once I got the shirt on it was also skintight, and very short sleeves that just covered my shoulders. This outfit left nothing to the imagination of my body and showed the chastity on me in detail outlines.

After I got them on, I was told to put all my cloths in the trunk of the car but before I did that Damien and josh then went through my cloths in the garage and picked out what they liked and would wear. I now knew better to ask any questions, so I just did as I was told. I put every single piece of clothing I owned that was not taken by my brothers into the truck of the car. I had a lot of cloths, so the trunk was full.

We then drove to a clothing donation box and I was told to put all the cloths into the donation box. I then looked at Josh and my dad and said.

“Are you serious? That’s all my cloths. I won’t have anything to wear. I can’t do that sorry, I won’t have anything.”

Josh looked at me in the back seat and said.

“Do you really want me to drag you out of this car and beat the living shit out of you while you donate those cloths in front of everyone faggot? Anyways you have a new set of cloths I picked out for you to wear, what I want you in not these cloths for real men.”

I just then got out of the car and went to the trunk when my dad popped the trunk, I started to grab the cloths and put them into the donation box. I heard Josh say while I was doing that.

“That’s what I thought faggot.”

I also heard my dad tell Josh he was proud of him for taking control like he did and that is how a master should be with his slave, and that putting his foot down like that will keep me in line. I at this point was crying. I didn’t want to donate my cloths. I loved my cloths. Once I was finished, I got back in the car and heard Josh say.

“Aw cheer up Slut, it’s not the end of the world. You still have cloths, just new ones for your new life.”

Once we got back to the house I looked over at my mom and Damien and seen a metal cage they had put together and Damien said.

“We finished putting Sluts cage together. Where do you want to put it?”

My dad said for now to just put it in the laundry room until Josh and Damien can figure out together a permanent place for it. I was then put into the cage and it was pad locked to keep me inside of it. My parents told Jodh and Damien goodnight and went to bed, they followed soon after that.

It was a rough night sleeping in that cage for the first time. My bedroom was always pitch dark, and silent, and I had a comfortable bed to sleep in. But in the laundry room had a light on in the room near the kitchen so if anyone ever woke up, they could see around. I could hear every noise in and around the house from there, and I was sleeping on a metal floor of a cage with no blanket or pillow. Every time I did start to fall asleep, I could hear someone either going to the bathroom that was right next to the laundry room or someone getting something to eat from the kitchen.

Also, I realized I have not got to eat anything all day. And every time I heard the refrigerator door open all I could think about was food. The next morning came along and I was let out of the cage by Josh and sat at the table with my family to eat breakfast.

After breakfast Josh went to the computer to look up ideas and things to do and how to treat a slave, what things would be expected and what a slave’s life should be like. He also researched what masters do and how they train slaves. The guy at the adult store told him to do research to be the best owner he could.

While Josh did that, I cleaned the kitchen, and made sure every room in the house was also clean. I went to everyone’s rooms and made their beds, even my parents’ room. I walked into my old room and seen an empty room and wanted to cry. Once I was done cleaning the house and I see Josh he said.

“Well Slut I learned a lot of things and let me say a lot has to change so get ready for your training, I noticed I am being very easy on you and you have to learn your new life.”

With that Josh came over and slapped me in the face as hard as he could and yelled.

“NOW GET ON ALL FOURS SLAVE, I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU STANDING EVER AGAIN UNLESS YOUR CLEANING, OK FAG GET THE FUCK DOWN NOW BEFORE I BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU.”

I went to my knees and put my hands on the floor and was on all fours. I then started to cry because this all happened in front of my parents and they didn’t say a word. They just looked at me and watched me obey Josh like this, I then heard my dad say.

“Keep it up Josh, learn your new roll, you’re doing good, this is what slut wanted and asked for so I’m glad that he trusted you to teach him and I’m glad it’s not with a stranger so I know he will be safe with you his brothers.”

My mom smiled and agreed that she was happy that a stranger was not doing this to me, and she feels safer with the family using me. I on the other hand wished I did ask a stranger because I was so humiliated in front of my family and I knew it would only get worse from this point on.