Plumbed In

Piss Slave Ready To Serve As Human Urinal

Al opened his blurry eyes feeling groggy and heavy, lifting a meaty, inked arm as much as scratch his in a while cropped head within the dimly lit room.

“Fuck.” He whispered underneath his breath as he discovered simply how a lot his head was once throbbing. He was once rock laborious as he all the time was once within the however rattling that headache. His mouth was once as dry as sand too and his jaw was once aching.
His female friend had informed him to move for an evening out with the lads after running each day for a month, being a self hired plumber supposed simply taking the entire hours he may just get. He didn’t thoughts, it were given him a really perfect salary, fueling his tattoo dependancy and affording him a very popular feminine PT on the fitness center who had whipped him into form. Certain it was once fascinated about vainness however he appreciated the eye, when he may just take a weekend off with the lads he cherished to rip up the city and birthday celebration, his female friend was once as a lot of a flirt as he was once so he may just even escape with chatting up the skill and having a dance with out entering bother. She’d simply left on per week lengthy chicken do along with her best possible pals to Ibiza so he knew complete smartly she’d be off and flaunting herself at the seashores. They each knew they have been sizzling and cheeky and cherished it.

Al swung for the sunshine at the stand subsequent to him most effective to smack the wall. The non-existent lamp informed him he wasn’t in his personal mattress, once more. He temporarily rolled over to test he hadn’t long gone again with some woman, however his hand met the wall once more, he was once in somewhat unmarried bunk. Sighing with reduction he swung his muscular legs over the aspect of the mattress and rubbed his eyes. Focusing within the gloom, he spotted the room was once tiny, possibly simply thrice the dimensions of the bunk, there was once not anything else within the room, only a small frosted window and a steel door with a hatch at eye stage and any other at the ground.
“A hatch?” He concept to himself “What the fuck have you ever carried out?”

He discovered he was once in a mobile!

Nonetheless dazed, he stumbled to the door the adrenaline starting to sober him up temporarily. He couldn’t bear in mind what had came about. He reached right down to scratch his nonetheless stiff dick to be met via a heat, pliable subject material. He was once dressed in rubber shorts with a unmarried yellow stripe down the entrance! Having a look down previous those unknown shorts he spotted the and yellow socks, like common military however shifting his toes they too felt rubbery.

He set free a worried chuckle. This needed to had been his buddies’ doing. They’ll have had too many beers and photographs and definitely he’s have misplaced some sport of pool or a dare and been hazed. They have been all the time seeking to out humiliate every different. Bastards.
He banged at the door and referred to as out however couldn’t listen any factor however some far-off rumbling, possibly some song.
He stood there for a minute seeking to recall the rest.

He and the lads have been on the native dive bar, beer flowing, a jukebox within the nook with some rock and oldschool hip-hop. You all the time had bikers swinging via, and muscled, inked lads taking part in playing cards, darts, pool and all that. It was once most commonly males or their trophy ladies to present some excellent good fortune on their five-card stud. In spite of its tough glance, it was once only a no nonsense, pleasant pub. The one bother you’d get is when a bunch of pals were given into consuming video games however that was once it. However Al couldn’t suppose what had came about, he simply imagined it as every other night time. Poker, beer, one of the most more recent locals Brent and he had presented him a tablet…

He referred to as out once more and banged the door tougher.

“Good day can somebody let me know what’s happening? I’m loss of life of thirst right here!”

.The sound of footsteps were given nearer and stopped outdoor. The hatch at the ground opened and a pitcher of water was once driven inside of.

“Excuse me officer,” shouted Al “Thanks, however can I talk to somebody?” however the toes have been already strolling away.

He grabbed the pint glass and went to sip it. The glass was once heat however he was once thirsty. He for sure wasn’t going to bitch about some lukewarm water at the moment.

As he started to down the drink it for sure wasn’t the most up to date water, tasted a little funky however the rush of the drink quenching his thirst made him gasp. He spotted his different hand grasp his nonetheless laborious bulge in the course of the rubber shorts. Rattling, he was once thankful for that. His thirst wasn’t quenched but it surely was once a get started.

He sat down seeking to rack his mind for any main points. He vaguely remembered doing a shot or two and chatting to Brent after he’d became down the tablet. That’s it, he’d simply been studying about every different, as they have been extra simply pals of pals, Al speaking about his plumbing, Brett joking, announcing was once it like some unhealthy porn. Then the photographs had kicked in speedy. Brett presented him the tablet once more, however he mentioned no. Al didn’t in reality ever take the rest, however one of the vital lads did within the bar only for amusing, simply E every now and then. However that’s all he may just in reality bear in mind for now.

The nice and cozy water had long gone via him speedy, and as he concept it about how a lot he wanted a piss, he discovered he middle beat was once in reality thumping and his dick felt love it was once swelling. Rattling, had he in fact taken the tablet in a drunken state? Used to be he having a prime and feeling became on in a police mobile? Rattling he didn’t in reality care at the moment, he roughly felt excellent, he spotted how snugly the shorts have compatibility and sat slightly under his abs. His cock appeared large in them, like some form of city, punk gladiator. Rattling he in reality had to piss despite the fact that and having a look round he noticed there was once no pan in any respect.

“What sort of a silly police station doesn’t have a rest room?”

He appeared down and simply determined to piss within the pint glass so he didn’t make a puddle.

He lay backtrack at the mattress and the sentiments have been expanding, the shorts felt like they have been sliding and sucking all over the place his dick and balls, they felt so excellent. His hand naturally started to rub over the rubber bulge. Rattling he didn’t know what he’d were given himself up for however he couldn’t even suppose at the moment. He started to pull tougher and tougher, his pulse dashing up, he was once on the subject of cumming. Abruptly the face stage hatch opened at the door with a bang. Al jumped up cursing underneath his breath seeking to muster all of his sense and make his laborious on pass down. A couple of eyes simply glared at him up and down.
“There’s any other drink down there for you.” Gestured the stranger along with his eyes.

Al appeared down to peer the decrease hatch opened with a pint glass there once more.
“Thanks officer, am I in a position to talk to somebody now?”
“Drink up,” got here the answer.
His thirst was once again however his pulse was once nonetheless going. He had to glance as sober as imaginable if he was once about to peer a policeman so he grabbed the pint glass. Once he touched it he spotted the warmth, this water smelt even funkier than the final lot. His eye darted to the ground, his pint wasn’t there that he’d used ahead of.

“Sorry officer I don’t suppose this…”
“Are you going to start out inflicting a fuss already?” bring to an end the face within the hatch.
“Down that now or I’ll come again in 5 hours and spot how sober you’re then.”
Al in a pretty panic simply downed the glass and because the yellow fluid crammed his mouth his fears have been showed, it wasn’t a brand new drink however his personal piss from ahead of. However oddly, in his adrenaline crammed state he didn’t spit it out, he knew if he spat it out by accident over the fellows face he’d be screwed so he simply took it like a person.

“Thanks.” gasped Al, wiping the piss his mouth along with his tattooed wrist noticing the blurred stamp of an evening membership. In seconds he felt any other sizzling rush, as though the depth of the instant has spiked his horniness. He didn’t even notice he’d grabbed his rubbered balls.

“Oh fuck.” he whimpered with utter embarrassment, realizing we was once simply at the fringe of capturing his load.

“Fucking pervert” spat the voice at the back of the door because the hatch slammed close and the bolts of the door swung open revealing an similarly muscular policeman wearing a complete black uniform made solely of black rubber, from his boots identical to those Al was once dressed in, up previous his rubber combats and software belt previous a rubber stab vest and tight black quick rubber blouse to his flat police hat made from rubber too.

The surprise made Al stumble backwards.

“What the hell is occurring?” he shouted, surges of horniness, humiliation, and anger all clashing into one complicated head-trip.
With out announcing a phrase the cop was once already spinning Al spherical and had his hands cuffed at the back of his again ahead of he knew what hit him.

“We don’t need you cumming now will we pig?” smirked the officer via his darkish purple beard.
“Please” begged Al “I do not know what I’m in for or what I’ve carried out”.

“Ah all of them say that” laughed the policeman “I see how laborious you’re in the ones shorts, consuming your individual piss. You signed up for this so that you’re going to peer it via. Everybody panics once they know it’s in reality taking place however I love it once they be apologetic about it the entire extra.”

Al have been dragged via what he now noticed was once a pretend police station, grimy tough concrete partitions and rusty bars and girders all over the place. Possibly it have been an actual station as soon as, however this fucking bastard and his pals have been right here now. He was once cuffed to the chair in an interview room sat reverse two officials of their silly rubber uniforms.

“So now then, let’s get a couple of issues directly” began a brand new impostor sat subsequent to the man that dragged him from the mobile. He wasn’t as muscular as Al however had a wonderfully groomed, black beard appearing underneath his hat and a powerful, sq. jawline.
“I’m now not going to cooperate” spat Al “That is unlawful; you’ll’t stay me right here or impersonate cops on your kinky faggot costumes!”

“Haha!” laughed the purple bearded one “Wealthy, coming from the boy that was once introduced in his little go-go shorts and boots. Unfortunately you’ll be surprised to determine we’re now not impersonating in any respect.”

He grabbed a warrant badge from his rubber stab vest pocket.

Al’s middle sank, it appeared authentic sufficient, however in his at a loss for words state, blood nonetheless pumping spherical his cock, it simply pissed off him the entire extra.

This doesn’t make any sense, why are you dressed like that then should you’re actual, and why am I right here?” mumbled Al.

“Smartly pig, there’s 11,000 officials at the power within the metropolitan house, speculating two thirds are males, and one in 4 of them is homosexual, then possibly a 5th of them are a little adventurous, then you definately’ve were given a excellent few officials with a perverted aspect, so let’s simply say we love to have a little of amusing ourselves. I spend maximum of my time coping with drunks and scum and it’s now not all as heroic and glamorous as I imagined once I first signed up. We’re noticed because the unhealthy buys no matter we accomplish that a couple of people concept, with the ability we hang and the information of the regulation we’ve got, fuck it, why now not have a little of amusing ourselves? Get one thing again.”
“You’re fucking twisted, I’ll kill you you c**t!” growled Al.

“Now now, we nonetheless have the regulation on our aspect, don’t be insulting a police officer!” barked the darkish cop.
Al didn’t know what to make of it, and with out realizing how he’d come to be right here, he didn’t need to make issues worse so simply began on the pair for some time. Rattling he was once thirsty, and now was once now not the time to really feel attractive both, fuck.

“Earlier than we begin I might identical to to be transparent, are you on medication sir?” persevered the ginger officer.
“NO!” shouted Al defensively pulling towards the cuffs. He did really feel humorous, and this thirst and irrelevant horniness made no sense however he couldn’t bear in mind if he’d taken what Brent had presented or now not. However he didn’t need to have drug fees on his document.
“Are you fairly positive sir? I should remind you the rest you do say is also used towards you. You might be being recorded.
“No,” trembled Al “I by no means take medication!”
“By no means?” requested the darkish officer “So the entirety you assert is the entire reality and mentioned with complete sense of right and wrong?”
“Sure.” mentioned Al matter-of-factly.
“Superb. Then you’re going to now not deny any of this then,” spoke back the darkish officer leaning over to press play on a computer at the aspect of the desk.

A video popped up of a few CCTV photos. It was once obviously of Al and Brent in some form of stone walled room. Al was once being overly on the subject of Brent feeling him up towards a wall.
“I don’t suppose you’re considering obviously” laughed Brent.
“Yeah I’m, I’m simply fucking attractive.” Al spoke back.
“What is going to your female friend suppose?” spoke back Brent smirking.“I don’t care, I wanna check out it; you made it sound so sizzling.”

They each shifted at the wall turning extra in opposition to the digital camera. Brent’s chest was once in view, his blouse was once open and beneath was once a rubber vest. Al unbuckled Brent’s trousers to peer rubber shorts poking out in the course of the fly. Al grabbed it, laborious. The sound of rubber squeaking crammed the air.

Brent moaned. “You want to get yours on too.” He pointed on the rucksack beside them. Al set free a pissed off attractive growl and dived over to the bag. Throwing his cotton off he discovered the rubber shorts rubber boots and yellow socks he was once nonetheless dressed in. He began pulling all of it on more or less.

“Adequate,” carried on Brent, checking round, virtually having a look like he sought after to be in view of the CCTV “so after we get to this position the safety is lovely tight, they’re gonna ask should you’ve taken the rest. You haven’t have you ever?” Al was once too busy sliding the rubber up his legs at the ground and was once simply nodding alongside.

“Al! I want to listen you assert it out loud, you haven’t have you ever?” pressed Brent.

“No no, no matter you assert.” He brushed aside. Al may just inform gazing the video that he was once mendacity, he knew his personal voice, however he’d simply mentioned it on digital camera.

“Just right,” laughed Brent “as a result of numerous guys need to again out after they get there, even supposing you’ll have essentially the most excitement you’ve ever felt. So if you signal the disclaimer it’s important to undergo with it no matter, till you . And it’ll be the most productive orgasm ever.”

“Fuck yeah” spoke back the obviously hazed Al within the video as he laced up the boots “no matter, I simply want extra of it”.

Al jumped up and driven Brent towards the wall and started to kiss him deeply, the rubber pulling towards every different, their rubber crotches squeaking and snapping.

Al appeared up from the computer to the 2 officials, each having a look aroused,

“What the fuck is that this?” puzzled Al “That is obviously now not me speaking in that video, what’s Brent speaking about? What did I need to check out, why did I need extra of?”

“Vintage Brent” laughed the purple haired officer “He all the time selections the curious directly boys that then attempt to get out of it. You’ve mentioned on tape you’ve now not taken the rest and also you’re of sound thoughts and right here we even have transparent video photos of you agreeing to it too.

“Agreeing to what!?” Al screamed pulling towards the cuffs.

The darkish haired officer driven a work of paper in opposition to him along with his unmistakable signature on the backside underneath the paragraphs of textual content.

“This established order you’re in is an underground and really profitable fetish membership. Brent introduced you in to us, you have been begging to enjoy the most productive sexual prime you’d ever felt, you have been like an insatiable animal. In fact legally and on paper we couldn’t induct a brand new member who wasn’t declaring his true emotions, so this disclaimer you signed, the CCTV and voice clip of you announcing you by no means take medication is the entire proof we want.

“I used to be obviously drugged! I’m now not homosexual” spat Al “I don’t bear in mind any of this!”

“Smartly that’s too past due now, and I’m now not recording any further” chuckled the darkish officer revealing the Dictaphone hidden via his arms.

“You’re tricked me!” shouted Al.

“No longer in line with your individual statements,” mentioned the ginger officer evenly “The proof is obviously towards you, you’ve mentioned you’re fascinated about it. Until in fact you’re announcing you have got been taking unlawful components, have pressured your self on a person on CCTV, have cheated for your female friend and feature been mendacity to and insulted officials of the regulation?”

That they had him. Fuck he was once thirsty. And that rattling boner wasn’t happening. He didn’t know what to do; the entirety was once nonetheless hazy. He’d mentioned at the video it’d be over when he got here. Possibly he’d gotten himself into this dilemma and he simply needed to get it over with as speedy as imaginable.

After a minute of considering and licking his lips, Al hung his head.

“What do I’ve to do?”

The purple officer’s eyes narrowed evilly.

“Just right boy. I will see you’re thirsty, let’s kind that and we’ll let you know what you signed up for.”

The cop pressed a buzzer. A 3rd officer got here into the room, dressed the similar in a complete, black rubber uniform, have been all of them this constructed? He carried a pint glass over, appearing off his tribal tattoo overlaying his bicep and maintaining it a couple of inches from Al’s mouth. Al stared him sq. within the eyes, he was once smiling; the in poor health bastard was once playing this. He sought after to stay what little dignity he had so simply leaned ahead to take it.

“Let’s simply get this carried out and over with” he concept to himself “this should be unlawful, it’s entrapment, do what they are saying, play alongside and we’ll screw them all over the place when that is all taken care of.”

He leaned ahead, suffering towards {the handcuffs}, the officer pulled it away a couple of extra inches.

“Rattling, he in reality does need it doesn’t he?” laughed the officer having a look on the different two.

“Get on with it guy,” mentioned the darkish one to the tattooed one “I need to get him out of right here.”

The ones phrases crammed Al with a unexpected reduction no less than they sought after him out of right here too. Because the pint glass was once slowly tipped he wasn’t shocked to seek out the water was once heat too, this tasted much more funky that the primary pint he’d had or even that terrible 2d pint of his personal piss he’d drank. It was once most effective as he gulped the second one that it was once simply the similar as his personal piss, or even that first pint he’d had. Fuck, that first pint and this have been ALL piss! This was once the most powerful of the lot, it had some metal style, he didn’t be expecting piss to have tasted like this in any respect. He spluttered for a second because the police officers laughed. He closed his eyes and informed himself it was once only a “grimy pint” as the men on the bar did on birthdays, they’d all throw a couple of quid in and make a hideous cocktail that needed to be downed in a single pass that ceaselessly led to guys chundering all over the place. It was once simple to consider the extra he interested by it; there have been lads giggling and he was once consuming a pint he didn’t need whilst feeling groggy, that wasn’t too dissimilar. With every gulp he even discovered that in comparison to a vomit inducing pints of sour, baileys, vodka, whiskey and gin, this was once in fact simple!

“It’s simply heat, salty water, that’s all it’s.” He repeated in his thoughts and with one final tip of the pint glass from the officer it was once all long gone. Imagining his buddies all cheering and chanting he opened his eyes with a smile, forgetting the place he was once for a 2d.

“He likes the robust ones then” mentioned the inked policeman “he quickly got here spherical.”

It most effective took seconds for it to hit, and no quicker had Al discovered there should had been one thing within the piss that it felt like he was once floating, gazing via his personal eyes from afar. An amazing surge of insatiable horniness flushed over him and his already laborious cock felt love it was once going to rip in the course of the now sweaty rubber shorts. He slightly remembered someplace in his cloudy thoughts that he simply needed to cum and it’d all be over. Fuck he felt wonderful. He attempted to grasp his cock forgetting his cuffed arms. His thirst was once already again inside seconds and he had to drink extra, and cum, he had to cum.

“Fuck, please boss” he begged having a look between the 3 officials who had already amassed round him, the rubber in their uniforms, shining within the mild appeared as excellent as his shorts and boots felt, we puzzled what they should really feel like on as he set free a carnal grunt.

“That’s proper pig,” mentioned the ginger officer, maintaining his wrists because the darkish officer uncuffed him and were given him up off the chair ahead of cuffing him once more “now time to get you correctly dressed, this was once only a taster.”

Al felt an excessively chilly sensation on his cock and balls. He opened his eyes with a deep piggy oink. He’d had reminiscence loss once more, he was once in a brand new room, hands cuffed to the steel bars of 2 prison cells all sides of him. Two of the officials have been giggling, rubbing ice cubes round his crotch whilst the tattooed one was once setting out his boots and shorts. Had he been there mins or hours?

“What’s happening?” slurred Al

“We defined all of it whilst you arrived and signed the disclaimer. You’re about to grow to be a human urinal till you cum.”
Al part laughed and part growled, fuck he was once so attractive it’d take seconds to cum and he was once so hazed and attractive at the moment it simply felt like his buddies have been simply being silly. This wasn’t so unhealthy.

“Deliver it on.” he slurred.

You heard him boys, he’s gagging for it now. Pass get Brent.”

Brent? I do know him!” laughed Al, writhing towards the cuffs, his freezing cock shrinking regardless of his insane horniness, fucking the air.

Al was once most effective part shocked to peer Brent input in a an identical complete rubber cop uniform wearing an empty pint glass and a steel contraption.

“Ello pig.” he grinned with the sexiest, evil smile. If he was once into guys, he’d certainly see why guys would opt for him, any of the officials in reality.

“Oink!” spoke back Al in settlement intoxicated with rubber lust.

“Able for the most productive bit now pig? You sought after the most productive sexual prime ever. You mentioned you’d be my rubber urinal and I’d get dressed you on the other hand I sought after till you got here.”

“I will’t bear in mind, however sure please I want it.” writhed Al.

Brett passed the steel factor to the ginger one. “Smartly the extra of our tainted piss you drink the extra intense this may get, the extra of a slutty rubber piss pig you’ll grow to be, all main as much as essentially the most universe shattering orgasm you’ll ever really feel. Then you definitely’re loose to move.”

“Mmmmmmm I will’t stay up for that” grunted Al.

“Oh you’ll have to attend” chuckled Brett opening his rubber combats pulling his laborious throbbing cock out and starting to piss into the pint glass “you in a position for extra?”

“Fuck yeah I need yours essentially the most!” he mentioned licking his lips.”

“Oh you’ve had lots already. Remember the fact that tablet we shared on the bar? You began blabbing about being a plumber then temporarily feeling attractive, I’d mentioned it’d make a sizzling porn for the plumber to grow to be a part of the plumbing, you’d agreed and part an hour later you have been consuming my piss out of a pint glass proper in entrance of your pals, they’d no clue however the recycled tablet in my piss made you wish to have extra and were given you hornier. I informed you concerning the membership I used to be a part of, and should you stored piss recycling that I’d take you and also you’d have the horniest enjoy you’d ever enjoy once more.”

“Oh yeah!” agreed deficient Al, both starting to keep in mind or simply filling within the blanks along with his creativeness.

“You really liked the sensation of the rubber whilst you’d found out I used to be dressed in it underneath my equipment so I took you off to the alley and also you sought after to be lined in it. So we’re gonna fit you up utterly, you’ll have that tremendous feeling all over the place each inch of your pores and skin.” Stated Brent lifting the pint of piss as much as Al’s mouth. He didn’t even hesitate this time, he gulped it down like the overall piss pig he was once becoming.

The sensations took seconds to hit him like a wall once more, he set free one almighty scream of delight. If he was once attractive ahead of then this was once one thing else, his pores and skin was once on fireplace and he in fact loved the style of the new salty yellow piss in his mouth and throat, it wanted filling the entire extra! His pores and skin begged to be lined in rubber and piss.
“Please please duvet me up boss!” Al cried.

“One minute,” winked the tattooed cop, maintaining up a mass of black rubber and smacking Al’s cock to make the semi laborious cock pass backtrack.

“We’re simply going to try this first,” lower in Brent maintaining up the steel factor for Al to peer.

“We’re going to however this unhealthy boy on you.”
It resembled a steel jock strap, with some roughly hole tube, and a strap for between the ass with a steel object connected.
“Fuck, what’s that?” requested Al, sounding apprehensive.
“It’s a NeoSteel. A chastity belt. Your cock is going in right here to give protection to it from stimulation and this factor is a , it’ll pass up and can also be remotely stimulated so your ass will obtain the entire excitement as an alternative of your cock.”
“However how will I cum?” happy Al.
The 4 officials appeared to one another with a realizing smirk.
“Just right query. You’ll be able to’t in reality.” Spoke back the darkish bearded one.
“Smartly then how do I am getting out, the deal was once I do that ‘til I cum.” mentioned Al, seeking to muster all of his sense.
“That also is the deal!” laughed Brett, “You’ll be able to take the rubber off as soon as you are taking the belt off and the belt comes off if you cum.”

“However you simply mentioned I will’t cum! That’s backwar-” Al’s mouth was once lined via Brent’s rubbered gloved hand.

“Oops.” He whispered quietly as he slipped 3 arms down his throat, fucking Al’s mouth. Al’s mouth welcomed it regardless of his thoughts announcing no, his cock started to pump with blood once more, a surge of fantastic horniness flush over him once more.

Al attempted to scream in the course of the glove as he felt a chilly liquid being squirted over his cock, balls and over his ass. Then with out caution a chilly steel intruder was once rammed into his ass. He part screamed out in terror and and part absolute filthy excitement, gagging on Brent’s hand.

Al then felt his destiny being sealed as a central belt was once fixed round his sweating waist. He whimpered because the tube slid up his shaft swallowing his cock entire and keeping apart his balls, shoving them to the aspect A steel protect was once positioned over the tube hiding his balls and attaching to the cock tube. Then a strap was once slotted into the belt at the rear above his ass crack, maintaining the plug firmly in position and coming underneath the frame previous the separated balls, clipping along with the entrance protect and tube ahead of in any case assembly with the locking put up at the entrance of the belt.
“Able for the padlock pig?” growled Brent.

Al shook his head, seeking to plead with him.

chicken with a noisy ultimate click on Brent launched his hand from Al’s mouth because the ginger pervert locked the large padlock in position handing the important thing to Brent.

Al set free an almighty guttural scream of frustration which was once simply met via laughter from his captors.

“Please I’m so on the subject of cu-” begged Al ahead of he was once silenced via extra piss being poured down his throat via the darkish cop. He attempted to spit it out however needed to swallow some to forestall himself from chocking. The frenzy was once again, his cock throbbed in it’s jail as his middle threatened to overcome it’s means out of his cheat and the cloud of primal lust clouded his mind. Al set free a hysterical chuckle.

“Fuck you’re going to ship me insane with horniness you bastards!”

“We all know!” shrugged the inked officer as he started to power Al’s toes into the socks of the rubber swimsuit. His ft felt just like the have been orgasming as the sensation unfold up his meaty thighs and lined his knees with the tight black rubber.
“No no no no mmm yeah no.” whimpered Al pathetically as he noticed the swimsuit being pulled up over his chastity, making the polished steel jock vanish in to a sea of slippery, glossy black rubber.

“Oh prevent it feels too excellent. Simply let me cum please.” he cried fruitlessly because the rubber was once massaged up his chest via two of the officials. His arms have been grabbed firmly via Brent as one of the most others unlocked the cuffs permitting the others to tug his arms down into the hands which pressured his arms into the form of fists, and sucked right into a mitt, rendering his arms pointless. Once had he discovered that he couldn’t transfer his arms, Al felt them jerked at the back of him and cuffed at the back of his again over again because the swimsuit was once pulled over his shoulders and up his neck, resting around the again of his head. He discovered it was once all one piece of rubber leaving just a hollow for his face. Brent seemed in entrance of him gazing his face longingly, with a virtually sorrowful glance on his face. He pulled him in for the private passionate snog, shoving his tongue down Al’s throat, who was once powerless to withstand as any other wave of delight carried him away with the robust tough kiss.

After what appeared an age Brent pulled away and mentioned “it’s a disgrace to peer that pass” as be stepped again revealing the ginger officer maintaining what appeared like a with a head strap. Because the cop lifted it to his mouth he discovered it was once the dimensions of an enormous eight-inch however was once hole within the heart making a centimeter tube in the course of the period of it. Al’s eyes widened in terror as he attempted to scream, the darkish place of work grabbing his mouth and forcing it open as Al attempted to power his mouth close.
It was once too past due.

This mouth was once being forcibly full of the black rubber monster, raping his throat as he screamed and gagged, ‘til it burned it’s means down additional and additional ‘til no noise got here out, only a faint hum that was once as soon as his scream. His eyes streaming in ache, noticed the mouth finish of the tube had straps because the have been pulled at the back of his head and locked into position forcing his mouth into an everlasting scream, the dildo tube inflicting him to gag and swallow repeatedly as he attempted to breath via his nostril. Then with out even a second to realism what the tube was once for, a hood was once pulled over all of it, overlaying his good-looking, terrified face, blinding him to the sector round him. He felt the zip pulled down at the back of him ultimate the hood as a collar was once added locking all of it in position with any other click on of what should had been a padlock.

One thing else was once added to the mouth, possibly any other tube, possibly a funnel however no matter it was once there was once no selection as he felt piss already filling his throat, he didn’t even need to swallow. The style of robust, yellow, doped piss took him over in an instant quenching his timeless thirst and in an instant sending him sky rocking on a prime of lust, he couldn’t see or make a legitimate however his rubber pores and skin felt as despite the fact that each inch of him was once being fucked via rubber. Handiest then did he really feel the butt plug come to existence, throbbing with a sluggish deep pulsing that higher with each pulse, if most effective he may just contact his cock he would explode into an orgasm that might tear him in two. He was once proper at the edge, however may just simply now not tip over. He heard the jingling of keys and heard muffled voices, of what he concept was once Brent, ordering the others to hold him to the membership.

He’d blacked out with excitement once more. His respiring was once again to standard and his thoughts felt cognitive once more. It took him a second to keep in mind what he was once feeling, the pulsing in his aching ass at a minimal, the metal round his cock fighting any sensation, his throat crammed and fucked via the monstrous urinal pipe and his arms caught at the back of him, the load underneath him made him mindful he should had been sat on his ass along with his again to a wall. All throughout the swimsuit felt heat and rainy, he should had been pissing inside of his personal swimsuit. Throughout him he may just listen shuffling of toes and chatter drowned out via the sound of thudding song. He attempted to combat and transfer however he may just really feel a tugging at his mouth. The tube was once connected to one thing; pull as laborious as he may just along with his frame weight he couldn’t in reality transfer. His pals should be questioning the place he was once via now, how lengthy had it been?

With out caution, piss seemed in his throat as he heard giggling above him. This piss wasn’t doped, it was once simply common sizzling piss, he sought after to sob however with out his mouth he simply made abnormal buzzing sounds. He had to piss and was once nonetheless so thirsty. He heard a muffled voice, say, “No the urinal likes this sort of piss best possible, watch this.”

He couldn’t inform if it was once one of the most officials however he was once guzzling down extra piss seconds later simply as he felt his personal bladder pass, feeling as despite the fact that piss was once pouring in a single finish and out via his pointless cock, filling his swimsuit which spill out onto the ground, making him not more than simply plumbing in a device of urinals.

The wave of doped piss hit him once more simply because the electro in his ass started to pulse in his hollow once more as he was once carried again to the very fringe of orgasm, each considered one of his senses intoxicated via rubber, piss and denial. He gurgled in excitement as his personal ideas left him, he couldn’t bear in mind his identify simply that he cherished being a urinal.

“Extra piss!” he sought after to cry out into his tube because the nameless man completed, most effective to get replaced via the sound of a number of extra pairs of toes as they started to piss into the urinal. Someplace within the far-off recesses of his thoughts he so sought after to be loose, however the ecstatic euphoria the piss introduced him was once such a lot more potent than any will he had felt. He stopped suffering and gulped and gulped. He would simply have to simply accept his tight, inescapable, rubbery piss jail till he may just cum, possibly he simply had to drink sufficient piss.

Possibly the following piss prime will be the one to tip him over the brink of orgasm.

There was once just one technique to to find out.

The Recycler Boy – Part 27

It took me almost 20 minutes to force the water down – I didn’t want to disappoint Dave, but I felt like if I drank any more, I was going to be like a bursting water balloon. I walked back to my bedroom to crawl into bed, but it was weird, as I walked the wet, heavy diaper forced me to keep my legs somewhat bowed, I couldn’t walk like I normally do. In between my legs was a heavy, warm, piss filled diaper that was holding all the water I had been drinking all evening. As I got into bed, I ran my hand up and down the outside of my wet diaper, feeling my cathed cock and the warmth of the diaper. It was so hot, as I was rubbing my hand up and down the diaper, I could feel my cock getting harder, I started rubbing a little faster and a little harder until I suddenly realized that Dave might consider that me playing with myself and get really upset with me!

I’ve never had such a difficult time falling asleep, I was like a kid waiting for Santa to show up on Christmas morning – but knowing that he was bringing EVERY gift that you asked for! I think I maybe slept about an hour between the time Dave left and when my alarm when off at 7 am. Heck, it was about 6:20 when I got up because I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to sleep those last 40 minutes. I raced over to the computer to read my email and get the instructions for the day.

“piss boy, by now you’ve been cathed and diapered for about 7 hours. Before I left last night, I took the attached pictures of you. You’ll notice I included the tattoo you’ve got, and stuff from around your apartment, so it’s going to be VERY clear to all of our friends the compromising position you’re in right now. Consider that my insurance – no one will ever see them if you follow the directions I provide for the weekend. In fact, I’ll delete all copies on Sunday night before you leave, but only if you leave having completed all of your instructions. After reading this email, you are to reply telling me you are about to start. Before you do anything, you will drink at least 2 bottles of water and 1 Gatorade. We need to keep you properly hydrated. I know you’ve given yourself an enema before, so I want you to do that to yourself – I want you butt spotless. You may then shower, do not bother using soap or shampoo or anything like that – just rinse. Once you’ve finished in the shower, I want you to put a new diaper on and get dressed in clothing you don’t mind if it gets destroyed. Don’t bother with deodorant, hair stuff or anything like that – you won’t need it this weekend.

After you’ve dressed, it’s time to pack the overnight bag – pack the gag I used last night, and a change of clothing for when you leave on Sunday. Then, get your ass over here. I expect to see you just before 8 am.”

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Craigslist Slave

“Master Seeks Slave,” the headline read. It seemed simple enough, and I was curious and bored, so I clicked to see the description. I trolled around craigslist occasionally to see what sort of things people were into. It was so much better than looking at classifieds in the newspaper because sometimes people were able to give very long descriptions, and just occasionally they became fantasies for me. It occurred to me, though, that no woman who was posting on craigslist could possibly be as beautiful as she described herself, and I thought that if I responded I would be talking to some pathetic loser who couldn’t get a date outside the internet. The irony of my thinking they were losers for posting, when I would be the one responding, never occurred to me. This one ad, though, caught my eye – and I was already reading it before I realized that it was from a man.
MASTER SEEKS SLAVE I am looking for a boy to come and relocate to Louisville, KY, where he will be my live- in slave. This is not a sexual relationship. In fact, you and I will never have sex, and you will wear a chastity belt for the duration of your contract. You will, however, be completely under my control. I am 25, white, 6’1, 170 lbs, and straight. Your age, race, or orientation is immaterial; your commitment to being a complete slave, however, must be unquestionable. Once I have you under my control, you can expect to suffer torture, bondage, and humiliation. I will use you to relieve my aggression, so you can expect regularly to be flogged, shocked, gagged, hooded, and kept in tight, inescapable bondage for the duration of your contract. You will perform housework and obey my every instruction without question. Please be serious about this. Send me an email explaining why you would want to be a slave, why you would make a good slave, and how long of a contract you are looking for.
I was embarrassed with myself for being aroused by this listing. I have always had a deep, abiding love for bondage, but I was straight – the idea of being enslaved by a man seemed uncomfortable to me. But he had made it clear that this wasn’t about sex, and that he was straight himself, so … what, really, did I have to lose by emailing him? I made up a fake email before I sent my reply.
Dear Sir, I was very intrigued by your listing and was hoping that you would consider me as a candidate to be your slave. I have a deep, abiding love of bondage and control, but most of my life I have had no one with whom I could engage in this passion. I am straight, but no girl I have ever dated has had any interest in the type of total control that you described. I realize that no sane person would truly consider your proposal as a realistic option, because it seems like you have everything to gain and nothing to lose, while I would be giving up my freedom with no reward. I think though, Sir, that I find myself responding because you have described for me my biggest fantasy. I love being in chains – I feel safe in them, like I’m protected. I love the feel of cold metal against my wrists, of a leather collar buckled about my neck. I’ve tied myself up for hours this way, but I have to keep the keys nearby and I’ve never truly lost control. This is also ruined for me by achieving an orgasm while masturbating, because after I cum I never feel like being in the bondage anymore. The idea of being prevented from masturbating is terrifying but intriguing at the same time. I want to lose control. I want my freedom to be beyond my power to regain. I want the knowledge that I am truly and utterly OWNED, and that no amount of begging or pleading will get the chains from my wrists. I am 29, 5’10”, 180 lbs. White, straight, dark long hair. I live in Washington, DC, but am willing to relocate. I am including a face picture of myself for your reference. I hope that I hear back from you soon. -Brian
Several days passed before I heard back. I was nervous and excited the entire time. I checked this fake email every hour, sometimes twice or three times an hour, hoping that this guy would respond back. I wasn’t sure why I was so excited. I knew in my heart that I was just playing a game, that I was never going to submit completely to a complete stranger, and I was not going to move to Kentucky to do it! Still, three days later, when I finally got the response, I stared at the email with nervous anticipation while I dared myself to open it. The subject said simply, “Hello boy.”
Boy, You neglected to mention what length of contract you wanted to arrange, but I can overlook that. You seem like a serious candidate for what I am looking for, and you have all the right reasons. Maybe we can work this out. If you are really serious about this, I say we meet up and talk. I know that Washington DC is a nine hour drive from here, but we can meet halfway – maybe next weekend? Please don’t waste my time with this. If you aren’t really interested, please let me know now so I don’t drive for five hours just to find you missing. We will need to come up with a way for us to prove that you are really serious about this, or at least to make sure that you actually meet with me. Let me know what you think. -David
He included a picture of himself. I don’t know what I was expecting, but he wasn’t it. Maybe I was expecting a kinky bondage master wearing leather chaps and a thick handle-bar moustache. Instead, David looked perfectly ordinary. He was wearing a black track jacket with white stripes, and his black hair was just barely in his eyes. He wore gauged plugs in his ears, just big enough to stick a straw through. His blue eyes looked friendly and inviting. He was built – he certainly looked like he could kick my ass – but nothing about him looked like a dominant bondage master. My reply was immediate.
Sir, I would like to meet. There is a travel center in Beckley, West Virginia, that is halfway between us. As far as how I can guarantee that I will come – I have an idea for that. If you have one, you could send me a chastity device without the key. I will take a video of myself putting on the device, and you will mark the device and the lock so you know for sure that it’s yours. You will bring the key with you to our meeting, and if I don’t show up, I won’t be able to get out.
We exchanged more details through email – exact time, date, etc. – but in my mind this was all still a game. This wasn’t really going to happen – this was just a fantasy that I was acting out in the real world. I thought this when I sent him my address, and I thought this when I gave him my phone number. The fantasy came crashing down to reality, though, a week later, when my chastity device arrived in the mail.   It looked like a simple enough device – rings of metal, a cage, some metal teeth that looked really intimidating. This was obviously an expensive device, and I was both flattered and alarmed that David had sent me something this elaborate. If I was still thinking of this as a game, he obviously was not. There wasn’t a padlock like I had been expecting. There was, however, a keyhole, and it looked like once I had it on everything would snap right into place. I would have to spend hours with a hacksaw if I wanted to get this thing off, and the idea of putting a hacksaw that close to my balls was terrifying. I tried it on almost immediately. I was careful not to lock it – I didn’t want that to happen just yet! – but I enjoyed the feel of the cool metal against my penis. The cage was tight, and I felt myself growing hard inside of it, and in that moment I wanted to jerk off so badly that it was all I could do to get the thing off and pleasure myself. After I came, I thought, this is all stupid. I can’t believe I’m really considering this! But it kept getting more and more serious, and it came to a climax the day David called me. He sounded as ordinary as his picture had looked. He wasn’t harsh or cruel; he didn’t have a deep baritone voice, or a lisp, or even the hick accent I was expecting from a Kentuckian. “Hello?” “Yes?” “Hey, is this Brian?” “Yes, this is he.” “Hey, it’s David.” “Oh, hello Sir.” He laughed. “We don’t need to do that ‘Sir’ stuff just yet … not unless we decide to do this. So you got the package, right?” “Yeah, I did. I’m holding it now.” “Good. I want you go ahead and put it on. I don’t need you to record it – just take a picture afterwards and email it to me. It’s a pretty unique device – I had it special-made a few years ago.” I was curious. “Really? For who?” “You won’t believe this – but that device was for me. I wore that thing for about four months straight. Drove me nuts the whole time, but I loved it.” “Why’d you take it off, then?” He thought for a moment. “I wanted to see what the other side was like. It seemed like everyone who topped me sucked at it, and I kept thinking, ‘I’d be great at this,’ so I figured I’d try it out. I admit, you’d be my first long-term slave, if this works out. But we are going to meet, then, right?” I heard the anxiousness in his voice – he wanted this just as much as I did. “Yeah … yeah, I think we are.” “Then go ahead and put it on, and take a picture. I’ll see you on Saturday at noon.” He hung up, and I was left with the device in my hands. It was only Tuesday – I could have waited until Thursday to put it on and take the picture. I could have masturbated right then and there, and I probably would have forgotten about the whole sordid business and been happier for it. Instead, though, I went to the bathroom, rubbed Vaseline on my dick, and slowly worked my cock into the metal tube. I wanted to masturbate so badly. I felt a hard knot in the bottom of my stomach, the type of terror that results from making a decision on which there is no going back. Closing my eyes, and all the while cursing myself for eight kinds of stupid, I pushed all the pieces in place, and I gasped in wonderment and despair as I heard that terrible, final click. There was no help for it, now. I had no choice but to meet him. The days between the locking and the meeting were a mixture of a nightmare and a fantasy. I really, honestly could not get my dick out of the thing, and the spikes around the side of it made it too uncomfortable for me to try to get off while in the device – every time my dick got really hard, the spiked drove mercilessly into my soft flesh, causing me a type of agony that wasn’t remotely fun or arousing. I spent the days at work worried whether or not anyone would notice the slight bulge in my pants, but no one seemed to, and if anyone had noticed, no one said anything. The drive to Bickley was especially horrible, though. It was uncomfortable to sit so long while wearing the device, and after a couple of hours my balls felt thoroughly bruised. It was a relief, then, when the Travel Plaza finally came into view. I found David just where he said he would be, sitting at a table in the corner. He smiled when he saw me, and he stood up, offering me his hand to shake. “Hey, I’m glad you came,” he said. “I … I am too,” I admitted, “but I guess I didn’t have much choice with this thing on.” He chuckled. “First things first, then … do you want the key? We can let you out and then talk if you want.” I had been wanting the key all morning – all week, really. If I asked for it, he would give it to me, and then I would be so horny that I would jerk off right there in the bathroom of the Travel Plaza, and then once I’d jerked off I wouldn’t want to be a slave, and … “No,” I said reluctantly. “Let’s just sit for now.” David looked exactly the way his picture had promised he would. He looked younger than 25, but I took him at his word. He wore a black t-shirt and faded blue jeans, a black studded belt and a brown distressed leather racing jacket. A three-foot chain connected his wallet to his belt, and he wore Chucks, just like I did. We both noticed this about each other at the same time, and we joked about how arch support was for the weak. A half hour of awkward smalltalk ensued before we really got down to business. “So I’m kind of surprised,” he said, “that someone like you was tempted by … my offer. Now that you’ve met me, what do you think? Is this something you want to do?” This was the moment when I should have backed out. I should have thanked him politely for his consideration and gone on with my life. That was what I had planned on doing, after all, the entire time I had driven to Beckly, the entire time we had made the awkward smalltalk, and up until the exact moment I opened my mouth to say “No.” But if I had said “no,” there wouldn’t be a story to tell, would there? “Yes.” The word hung there between us for a moment. I was stunned, and I think he was too. “I want to do this. My lease is running out in a month, and I hate my job anyway. I can come to Louisville and find a job. I want … I …” I whispered, since we were in public – “I want to be your slave.” He grinned then, and a malicious look of triumph filled his eyes. “Oh, you won’t need to find a job. I have … a lot of money. You won’t be leaving the house for the length of the contract – which, by the way, we still have not established.” “A year.” Again the words were out of my mouth before I could take them back, but I was relieved as soon as I said it. Oh, I was filled with a certain kind of despair, too, the realization that my life was about to fall completely out of my control and that I was going down a path from which there was no return, but there was another feeling, too, a sense that one of my deepest desires was being fulfilled. I couldn’t wait. I wanted this to start now, and the idea of waiting another month was beyond me. Another month to worry, question, and rethink what I was doing? No, no! “I want to start now,” I said. “I want to start today.” If I was expecting an argument from David, it never came. Instead, he nodded thoughtfully. “You probably need to get some things in order – square your apartment away, put all your things in storage, drop a forwarding address in the mail, stuff like that. I’ve never been to DC myself, so maybe I’ll take in the sights for a couple of days and take you back with me. How does that sound?” “That sounds great,” I said resolutely. And, much to my own surprise, I meant it. I was done being shocked by my decision. I had a lot to accomplish in a very short amount of time – I wanted to be completely ready to go by Tuesday at the latest. Quitting my job was the easiest part. I left a message on my boss’s voicemail. I would lose a week’s pay, but what was I going to do with money anyway? The harder part was deciding what to do with all my stuff. I was a packrat, and I had an entire apartment full of odds and ends – clothes, furniture, pots, pans, everything that I had collected over eight years of living on my own. David solved this problem neatly by hiring a moving company and renting a massive storage unit in Alexandria. He told me to keep a few changes of clothes and a black leather jacket he especially liked, but otherwise I was to put everything in storage. He told the proprietor of the U-Store facility that I was moving to India for a year to work on a government project. My entire life – including my car – was packed away by Monday night. Tuesday morning I took the Metro into the city. I wandered around Washington for a couple of hours, taking it all in. I had lived there for fifteen years, and I had never really appreciated it as a tourist. I found some irony in going to the Lincoln memorial, considering what I had in store for myself, but I could not help but smile all day as I wandered from monument to monument. I really considered going into some of the Smithsonians, but I thought better of it – after all, the metal contraption on my dick would hardly go unnoticed by the metal detectors. I was back at my apartment by noon. David arrived shortly thereafter, and he smiled at me as I threw my bookbag into the trunk of his car. “You’re really sure about this, right, buddy?” he asked me again. “I think so.” “All right. I’m going to ask you this one more time when we get home, and you’ll answer by putting on my collar, which you’re not taking off for the next year. Until then, you can consider yourself my prisoner.” He pulled from the glove box of his car a pair of hinged handcuffs and a set of leg irons. “I thought about having you wear a gag, too, but not only would that make for a pretty boring ride back, but I’m not sure how we could avoid notice that way.” I was a little self-conscious about putting on the handcuffs in the parking lot where anyone could see, but David took me roughly by the arm and threw me against his car, twisting my wrists so the palms faced away from each other behind my back. With a ratcheting noise I heard the cuffs lock into place, and I felt the cool metal dig slightly into my wrists. “Too tight?” “I don’t think so.” “Good damn thing, ’cause I wasn’t loosening them.” He kicked my legs apart and gave my ankles the same attention, and I found that I could now neither run nor do anything to defend myself. I had well and truly placed myself under his control. He helped me get into the car. He let me sit in the front seat, and he helped me fasten the seatbelt as we departed. I knew that what I faced next was going to be a long, awkward journey back to Louisville. I didn’t dare ask him how, cuffed as I was, I was going to go to the bathroom along the way. I found out all sorts of things about David as we drove. We had nothing to do but talk, really, and actually learn more about each other. He was in a rock band, and he had a lot of money because he had inherited it from his rich father who, though a deadbeat dad his whole life, had nonetheless in death provided an ample sum of money for the son whom he barely knew. When we got to Louisville, it was dark. My arms ached from the discomfort of the position in which they had been held most of the day, and I really wanted nothing more than to lay down and take a nap. I knew, though, that I wasn’t going to have a chance to relax. I got my first and only view of the outside of the house when we arrived. It was an old Victorian mansion in what looked like an older part of the city. It looked creepy, and I was a little apprehensive when we walked inside. David brought me inside and invited me to sit on the couch. I was almost comfortable, except for my restraints and the constant throbbing of my dick inside its cage. He came back into the room with two glasses of water and a traditional pair of handcuffs. He cuffed me in the front this time so I could get somewhat comfortable, but I didn’t bother to ask if I could sit without wearing the restraints at all. He sat in the chair across from me and pulled it close. “Alright, this is the really serious part,” he said. “I hope we can be friends, but I want you to know that if you agree to this again, I am going to hold you to this one year. There will be nothing you can do or say to me that will make me release you. I am going to keep you in chains, gag you all night, flog you when the mood takes me, spit and piss on you when you’ve pissed me off – I am going to be a complete dick to you, and there won’t be a damn thing you can do to stop me. You will be my slave for a year and a day, starting today, and you will always call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master,’ and you will never say ‘I’ or ‘me’ when talking about yourself. Most importantly, you will never cum, no matter how much you want to. “I will milk you, of course, to make sure everything’s okay, and I’ll take you to the doctor when we need to, and I’ll feed you and water you enough that you’ll never be malnourished. I’ll make sure – trust me on this – that you get enough exercise. I will never do anything to you that will harm you in the long term – at least not physically. “Now,” he finished, “this is your last chance to set any terms. Do you have any more conditions before we proceed?” I thought for a moment. I couldn’t think of much, but I had been a fan of bondage long enough to know that people did some weird things. “You already said there won’t be sex,” I said. “I assume that goes both ways. So neither of us will engage in sexual contact with the other one, ever. Agreed?” “Agreed,” he said. “And I won’t eat or drink anything … foul, like shit or cum or anything else that comes from someone’s body. Agreed?” “Agreed,” he snickered. “And … you won’t tattoo anything on me.” He laughed out loud this time. “I won’t what!” “People do it!” I protested. “You won’t tattoo anything on me, or burn me, or do anything else to make permanent marks.” “Of course not,” he said. “And finally …” I felt really silly on this one, but I had to be sure … “… you won’t, um, sell me to someone else, or rent me, or anything else like that.” “Naturally not,” he agreed. “Those are all my conditions, then.” “All right … go downstairs, and you’ll find a black isolation hood and some cuffs chained to the ceiling. Think about this really hard – if you put on that hood and lock on those cuffs, you’re mine for a year. You can leave at any point up until you do that. I am going to go upstairs and get cleaned up – I hope you’re still here when I get back.” He uncuffed me then, handcuffs and leg irons, and I gingerly rubbed my wrists as he placed a small key – I assumed it was to the chastity device – on the coffee table. He then disappeared up the stairs. I took the chastity key with me to the dungeon below. I decided that I would jerk off one more time before I made this choice – I knew how dangerous that was, but something warned me that I had to want this even after cumming, or I was in for a year of hell. The dungeon was everything I could have ever hoped for, all in one place – and all, I realized suddenly, for me, if I wanted it. It was unfinished, of course, so it had a cement floor and ductwork, but the instruments of bondage and torture were staggering in their cruelty. In one corner I saw a rack, just waiting to stretch a helpless victim. In another corner there was a St Andrew’s cross, and in the wall between those things were all sorts of pegs that held chains, manacles, collars, blindfolds, gags, handcuffs … I looked in the closet, and I saw a leather straightjacket and a bright orange prisoner uniform. The most sinister object of all, near the stairs, was an electric chair, painted black with leather straps to hold the feet, hands, and neck in place. And then there was the center of the room. Just as David had promised, the middle of the room held the chains that would seal our contract. There was a stool there, but it was clearly there only so I could easily find the hood and the five padlocks. The hood had a hole in the front through which I would be able to breathe, but the laces up the back and the collar in the back would ascertain that I would not be able to get the thing off without a strong pair of scissors. The manacles reached from the ceiling and hung in the middle of the room. I touched them gingerly – I would be pretty uncomfortable while wearing these. There were ankle cuffs, too, fastened to the floor, but the chains on those were pretty short, maybe six inches. I immediately took off my clothes and looked at my poor dick in its metal cage. Being down here in this room, by myself, and finally holding the key to my release, I watched with amusement as my dick sprang to attention as soon as the device was off. I wanted to masturbate so very badly. I wanted to take my dick into my hands and jerk until I came, and given my present state of arousal, that wouldn’t take long at all. But I knew that if I jerked off, I wouldn’t put the chains on, I wouldn’t hood myself – I would walk out the door, and, though it would be incredibly awkward to get my job back, and find a way back to Washington … With resign, I slowly put the chastity device back on, locking it in place, still so horny that I could barely stand it. I approached the chains, and I placed my ankles inside the shackles, and I heard the padlocks click into place. Even if I didn’t finish doing this, I was still firmly and inescapably trapped in this basement. The isolation hood looked intimidating, but I wanted this over with. The hood – I had never felt anything so intense as putting on the hood for the first time. It was thick, black leather, and as I lowered the hood over my head, all light and sound were blocked out. It took me a while to lace the hood, and then to buckle it into place … I started to panic a little. This was a little much, but it was far too late for second thoughts. I buckled the collar in place and firmly clicked the padlock around the collar. Feeling for the last two locks, I reached above myself, standing on the tips of my toes, and found the manacles, which took only a moment to lock into place. I had accepted being David’s chastity slave. What did I have in store now?  

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A Wish Too Far

It was my  come true. My Master, (we’ll call him Darren for the sake of the story), was moving back to my town and coming to live with me.

I had been ordered to clean the house from top to bottom ahead of his arrival and ensure the cupboards were well stocked with food and drink.

I had done all of this and rushed home after work on Friday evening, as he had told me that the first weekend would be dedicated to training me in ‘how it was gonna be from now on.’

I was very excited (and a little nervous) as I entered my house. He was already there, having arrived about lunchtime.

I took off my clothes at the foot of the stairs as I had been instructed and waited, facing the wall, for him to come down to me.

After a few minutes, I heard him come descend the stairs and halt behind me. Without speaking, he fitted the leather mask over my head and did it up tightly. The zips were fastened and I was suddenly in a world of darkness.

“When you come in,” he spoke at last “You will put on whatever you find at the bottom of the stairs. If there is nothing, you will be naked. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master” I replied.

He led me into the bedroom. “This is now the dungeon and my sleeping place,” He said. “Where you sleep depends on my mood.”

I was made to stand in the centre of the room while he began to tie restraints around my wrists and ankles. These were tied off to hooks above and below so that I was forced into an ‘X’ position.

Then I felt him stand close up behind me. His warm hands caressed my cold skin, gently at first. His hand moved between my legs to grasp my balls from behind and he gripped then tightly.

“This is where it begins,” he whispered. “You will never touch your cock & balls again,” he said more sharply, “Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“When you are out of the house, you will always be in chastity and I will have the only key. You will only be released in my presence. These are mine now.” And he flicked my balls, painfully. “They will be emptied, only when I think you deserve it. That could be daily, weekly or monthly. It depends how much you please me.”

He moved round to stand before me and grasped my nipples. I winced slightly. “These, I will have pierced. And I think it is high time you were tattooed. Not a mans tattoo like mine, but a sign of your slavery. A barcode, perhaps?”

I nodded again.

“All this hair must go.” He said, tugging at the hair under my arms and around my groin. Hair is for men. You will be smooth all over. Your head will be shaved to grade 1 each week.”

I felt him untie my wrists but he quickly re-tied them to my ankles so I was bent over. Shocked, I felt him poke a finger between my ass cheeks. “All this hair needs to go, too. Smooth ALL over.” He said, chuckling. “It gets in the way” and I felt him push something firm between my cheeks. He continued to apply pressure until it slipped inside me. It was a butt plug.

“You will wear this when around the house unless I remove it” he said. Then he stood me back up again and fitted a  round my neck, over the , and a strap around my cock and balls. Working quickly, he fitted a  which ran down my back and between my legs, connecting the two, tightly.

It had the added purpose of ensuring I could not remove the butt plug.

“You wanted to be my ,” he said “Well this is what it means.”

It was true, I had wanted this. My stiff cock showed that, despite my humiliation at the hands of this man, I still did.

I felt a sudden sting as he brought a whip down across my bare ass cheeks.

“Now for some duties” he said.

He proceeded to outline what my tasks would be each day – and between each one, he struck me with the whip and asked me if I understood.

They were:

· To get up at 7.00am each weekday and get ready for work quietly.

· To bring him a cup of tea and a cigarette before leaving for work.

· To call him at lunchtime to seek any orders or shopping requirements for the day

· To return straight home after work (unless given permission otherwise)

· To strip off on return and wear whatever was put out for me

· To immediately seek out my Master and attend to his needs

· To cook and clean to my Master’s satisfaction before being allowed to eat

· To submit to my Master’s plans for the evening’s entertainment.

· To obey all orders without question

· To help prepare my Master for bed before I was put to bed for the night.

This last task made him laugh and he released me from my bondage and dragged me over to the bed where he said he would give me a demonstration of how to fulfil that duty.

Still hooded, I heard him unzip his jeans and felt the zip on the hood open. Immediately, he forced his solid cock into my mouth and told me to suck.

“Your last job of the day will always be to clean my cock,” he instructed. “You will worship it with your tongue and ensure it is clean. You will swallow whatever comes out of it” and as he said that, I felt his warm  begin to flow. I began to pull away but he shouted “Drink it, bitch” and thrust deeper into my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. He kept pissing and I kept gulping, thinking I might choke or vomit at any moment. But I didn’t and eventually he finished. But my ordeal wasn’t over.

“Now show me some queer  boy sucking” he ordered and his cock remained in my mouth. I began to work it as best I could and before long got a rhythm going.

I felt him tense and moan softly then suddenly, he exploded in my mouth, filling me with his salty cum.

“You better swallow every last drop” he said. I dared not disobey, licking his dick clean of the stuff.

“Good boy” he said. “Now for your reward.”

I was pleased at this and waited to be released. The chain was removed and my wrists and ankles freed but the butt plug remained.

He stood me up and I felt him begin to wrap me in soft bandages. First my legs then my arms then my body until only my cock and balls were left sticking out.

I must have looked quite odd but I was still hooded so couldn’t see myself.

He lay me on the bed and I felt him rub my bollocks gently. I groaned with pleasure but he stopped. I wondered why but in a few moments, I knew. He had rubbed toothpaste on them and I could feel them burning already.

I groaned again, this time in pain.

“See you later” he called and left the room. I was alone with my balls burning from toothpaste and mummified from head to toe. I couldn’t move an inch.

I waited. And I waited. Although the burning sensation eventually died away, it left my balls aching and my cock, rock-solid. The plug was still buried deep inside me and was a constant reminder of my status.

I was alone in a dark world of my own. My thoughts wandered and my imagination played tricks on me. It felt like I was being watched but I heard him moving upstairs and I knew I wasn’t. After what seemed ages, I called out “Master! Master!” But there was no reply. I desperately wanted to cum. SO desperately that I began to sob. “Please Master!” I called. But there was no-one to hear me and eventually I drifted off into a sleep of sorts.

I awoke with a warm sensation on my cock, which had softened. It was pleasant, like someone breathing on it perhaps? My balls felt like they were being tickled by something but I couldn’t tell what.

My dick instantly stiffened again. “Master?” I wasn’t sure but I guessed he must be with me and called out. He didn’t reply.

Over what seemed like the next hour my cock & balls were subjected to various sensations. Some of them were pleasant, others bordered on painful. Sometimes there was a pause of several minutes between and sometimes it went on uninterrupted. It was completely outside of my control. I could not stop it or resist – even if I wanted to. But my cock was now throbbing, so intense were the sensations.

Still he had not spoken and I began to wonder if it was him. Could I really feel anything? Could I be dreaming or imagining all of this?

“Master?” I called again but again there was no response.

I began to struggle but it was useless as I was tightly secured. I screamed out my safe word. But then I remembered – I had said there was to be no safe word from mental torture. I was utterly powerless. I felt like I would go insane from the things going on in my head at that moment. Intense pleasure mixed with intense suffering; confusion, helplessness, humiliation and desire all blended together in an intoxicating mix.

Then it stopped. Completely. Nothing happened. Minutes ticked by. My dick, still throbbing, was untouched. I hadn’t wanted it to continue – but stopping was worse.

“Please, Master,” I begged, realizing that I was almost crying. “Please finish me”.

Then I got a reply. It was a laugh, not spoken words, but it was a reply and I was overjoyed. My Master had laughed at me. Deep down, I knew he had already broken any resistance or dignity I might have had. I had become little more than a dog, craving its master’s attention.

I heard him strip off and felt him climb into bed beside me. He reached out for me but I could not respond, mummified as I was. I felt his warmth through the bandages as he held me. Felt his hand brush lightly over my cock. I couldn’t bare it any longer. “Please stop now” I said in the most manly voice I could muster.

But he laughed again. “Oh no” he said. “This is only a taste of what is to come. Or not to come,” he added laughing at his own joke and stroking my meat. “I am naked beside you” he said. I struggled and strained once more but I knew it was in vain. I could not escape.

“One more thing,” he added. “Something for you to think about before you go to sleep. You are 100% mine which means no running off to your best mate’s when he calls.” I tried to protest but his hand stroked my balls lightly. “I though about theat problem and I came up with a brilliant solution,” he went on. “I told him what I was doing with you. He knows. He understands. He is glad cos it means you wont be pestering him every two minutes. I have agreed to let you undertake jobs at his request and release you when he asks. He will help me control you. In fact, he is coming round tomorrow to see you. To see you like this.”

The words took a while to sink in.

“I told him everything and he thinks it’s what you deserve. So now you have no reason not to be here at my beck and call. Think about that, slave,” he said, “Goodnight” and with one last sharp tug of my cock, he turned over and settled down to sleep.

I awoke the next morning after a night of broken sleep and intensely sexual dreams. The first thing I realized as my mind began to focus on  was that I had a hard-on and my balls ached from the need to be emptied. The plug was still inside me and uncomfortable when I moved.

As far as I could tell, Darren was still in the bed beside me. I felt a soft movement over my cock and groaned from the exquisite pleasure and yet suffering.

“Oh, my slave is awake is he?” he said. Before I could answer, he rolled over on top of me and undid the mouth zip on the hood I was still wearing.

I thought it was so I could speak but instantly, his semi-hard cock was in my mouth. “Suck it clean, bitch, ” he commanded. I did as I was told, savouring the smell and taste. He had been very clever really. Had I been allowed to cum by now, I would probably have not been in the mood for games first thing in the morning but so desperate was my need for relief that I would do anything at this moment.

I hoped by pleasuring him, he would reward me.

I was disappointed. A few minutes in, he withdrew his dick and redid the zip before getting up and without speaking, leaving the room. I heard him in the bathroom then I heard him upstairs.

I was left alone for some time and began to drift back to sleep, despite my discomfort, when he suddenly returned.

I was de-mummified and the hood was removed from my head. I blinked in the morning sun.

“You may remove the but plug and you have 15 mins for shit, shave, shower. Then I want you upstairs wearing this” he said, flinging the slave pouch at me. “But before I let you go, I need to put this on to make sure you don’t play with yourself.”

He produced the CB3000 chastity device which he quickly fitted and padlocked in place. My cock was now encased in a tough plastic prison and out of bounds.

“15 mins – Go!” he snapped and I dashed past him to the bathroom. He slapped my ass as I ran by.

Once alone, I was able to take care of my toiletries and freshen myself up but I couldn’t so the one thing I really wanted to do – wank!

15 mins later, I stood before him once more, wearing the slave pouch as instructed. He was sat on the sofa wearing my dressing gown and smoking. He had the Cat o’ nine tails with him.

“Very good,” he commented, looking at the clock, “Now in the kitchen and make my breakfast. I will have coffee and egg on toast. You will have bread and water.”

I nodded. “Yes Master” and set about my task.

I could hear him on his mobile phone as I worked but could not hear what was said. I wondered if his threats about Jim from last night were true but didn’t think my best mate would go along with something as cruel as that.

When I returned with a tray bearing our breakfast, he was off the phone and seemed pleased. I put the food down and he made me eat mine on the floor. After breakfast, I was made to wash the dishes as he whipped me for every fault he could find. Then I was sent down to the bathroom with orders to prepare a bath.

I did so and shortly, he joined me. He put the hood back on me and then dis-robed and climbed into the foamy waters.

“Now, slave, clean me!” he ordered. Carefully, as I could not see anything, I began to soap up his muscled body and wash him all over. If I had not been hooded, it would have been a horny experience. The fact I was hooded, made it 10 times more horny. I could feel every bulge of his muscles in my hand but could not see! Real torture beyond anything I had experienced before. My cock strained against its plastic prison.

When he was done, he ordered me to towel him down then he left me alone, temporarily, whilst he dressed.

When he returned, the hood was again removed. He had assembled various tools and it was clear I was to be shaved and trimmed as he had explained the previous night. The CB3000 was removed and my pubic and body hair was shaved along with my head whilst Immac was spread between my ass cheeks and left to do its work. Five minutes later, I was made to get into the bath – the same water he had used which was now cooler and bubbleless – and I cleaned myself off. He watched me carefully to ensure I didn’t touch my cock.

When I was done, he ordered me to stand in the bath whilst he applied baby oil all over my hairless body. The touch of his hands on my smooth skin sent my cock into overdrive and I felt I would cum from the feelings alone. But I didn’t and before we left the bathroom, he reapplied the CB3000 and hood. I was taken back into the dungeon and forced into the .

He locked it shut and I was left once again in the dark and unable to ease the pressure in my aching bollocks.

I again drifted off to sleep, despite being cramped and having only a single blanket to wrap myself in. My uneasy dreams were full of dark happenings and I awoke several times. At one point, I imagined Jim and Darren were stood laughing at me in my humiliation.

Then I awoke. It was not a dream. Although I couldn’t see, I could clearly hear Jim’s voice. He was here, in the room, alongside my Master.

“Get him out” I heard him say and then heard the padlock being opened.

“Out” Darren commanded. Reluctantly, I obeyed. I didn’t want to play – not in front of Jim. It was too humiliating. Too embarrassing.

I was stood before them, naked but for the chastity device on my cock and the hood over my head. I guessed this made it easier for them to look at me for they didn’t have to look into my eyes but, knowing they were seeing me like this, didn’t make the humiliation any less for me.

“What can we do with him?” Jim asked

“Anything you like” Darren replied. Then he snapped “On the bed, face up”

I was half pushed into position and quickly my wrists and ankles were secured so I was spread-eagle. The CB3000 was removed and replaced with the studded parachute. Darren explained to Jim about the tiny spikes inside then I felt pulling on it. It hurt and I winced. Jim laughed and I felt more force on it. Then I heard rattling of chains and they somehow managed to secure a constant upward pressure on it meaning my balls were continually subjected to dozens of pin-like pricks. I moaned in pain.

“What do these do?” I heard Jim ask, wondering what he was referring to. I soon found out as I felt clamps applied to each nipple, biting hard and deep. This time I yelped with the pain but that seemed to encourage them.

“Try this” I heard Darren say. I braced myself for whatever was to come.

Suddenly I felt a searing sensation on my chest, making its way down towards my navel. I cried out in the mask, guessing Darren was introducing Jim to the delights of hot candle wax on my body.

“Try it on his balls” Darren suggested.

I yelled “No!” but it was too late. The hot wax covered my balls and I screamed.

My mind was clouded with the pain but my cock, also now being coated in hot wax was harder than steel. Here I was, a worthless piece of meat, providing entertainment for two men. And why shouldn’t I? That was all I was fit for. They were men, it was their right to use me in whatever way they desired.

The pain was now intense in my balls, my nipples and from my cock.

“Want to make him really suffer? Watch this” Darren said.

I was ready to scream. I was ready to shout out my safe word, though I didn’t think it would do any good. The nipple clamps were removed and the relief was overwhelming. The studded parachute was removed. It felt amazing to have my balls free. Something cold soothed the burning sensations of the hot wax.

Why had he stopped hurting me – or was he just building up for the big one?

I tensed up and prepared for massive pain. And felt nothing, Nothing except his hand on my balls. And then on my cock. His hand, covered in baby oil. Working me. Slowly. Gently. I writhed on the bed. Fuck this was beautiful. He teased my balls, gently squeezing them in his hand. He knew I liked that.

“Ohhhh Fuckkkkk! I exclaimed, my mind on another level with so much pleasure after so much pain.

“You like that?” he asked, softly.

“Yes Master” I replied, squirming and pushing myself up off the bed toward him.

“Pleeeeaaaaasssssseeeeeee” I begged, wanting him to go harder, faster. Wanting him to let me cum. But he continued at the same slow, steady pace.

“What are you?” he asked.

I paused for a moment then replied. “I am yours, Master. Whatever you want me to be. I am your slave, your toy, your piece of meat. I will do anything for you Master, please…”

He laughed and stopped all contact with me.

“No…Master!” I begged, “PLEASE!”

“See how easy it is to control a fag” he said to Jim, who also laughed.

“Do you want our cocks?” Darren asked me and I replied instantly

“Yes Masters”

I didn’t even realize I had said it until Darren pointed it out. “It seems you are now also his Master, Jim”

Jim laughed again “fuckin’ queer!” he exclaimed.

I heard Darren unzip his jeans and then heard Jim do the same on the other side of me.

“Our cocks are out” Darren said, “Here they are” and I felt something brush passed my hand on Darren’s side. Of course, my hands were tied to the bed and I couldn’t move them but it didn’t stop me straining against the bonds.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, Jim, that’s massive” Darren said, laughing.

I had no way of knowing whether they really did have their dicks out or not as I was still hooded but my imagination had taken over.

“PLEASE!” I begged again.”PLEASE MASTERS! PLEASE HAVE MERCY”

”What do you want?” Darren asked. “Tell Jim and me what you want”

With no thought of my dignity, I pleaded to be allowed to suck them both off. For them to fill me with their spunk. To be fucked. To be spit-roasted. To be ridden like a bitch. To be made to satisfy their every fetish and desire.”

I was now so desperate to cum and to be used by these two men, I really would have done anything they demanded of me.

Instead, they left me to one side and both climbed onto the bed next to me. I heard various muttering and laughing and I felt a faint thud thud thud. I strained to hear, from inside my hood, what was going on.

I heard gasps and moans of pleasure and whispers of “Yeah, that’s good”

Like a bolt of lightning it hit me! They were wanking each other off! Of all the tortures I had endured today, this was surely the worst. Not just two young, fit, straight guys wanking each other off but THE two fittest guys in my life, doing it here, right next to me. And I was too well restrained to move a muscle, let alone join in and too well blindfolded to see a thing. But I could feel the bed shaking with their movements and hear their gasps of pleasure and delight. And I cried! I cried in frustration and desperation. I cried real tears and lots of them. I sobbed and yelled and struggled but they ignored me, too far gone in their own pleasure no doubt. Pleasure that should have been mine. Despite my agony, I calmed myself as I could hear from their sounds that one or both of them was getting close to cumming.

And I SO wanted to join them.

Then I heard a shout and felt warm liquid splatter across my cock and balls. I yelled out in disbelief. “PLEASE” I shouted, “PLEASE – LET ME HAVE IT!”

The first wave was quickly followed by more until my cock and balls were dripping with thick creamy straight-boy spunk. I writhed and shivered in unbelievable ecstasy but at the same time sobbed and cried in frustration.

I felt some of it being scooped up from across my balls and then the zip was opened on the mouth slit. Fingers were pushed into my mouth and greedily I sucked – on yoghurt!

I heard the two of them laughing loudly at me, no doubt finding humor in the way I had completely humiliated myself before them. Thinking it was all real, imagining them with their cocks out and wanking, I had promised them anything and everything in return for a share in their fun. I had debased myself and it had all been a big joke.

I felt utterly defeated. Worthless. Useless. Inferior. My dick now lay limp and lifeless though my balls were still swollen and aching. I didn’t deserve to cum. I had been used and abused by two straight guys and I felt broken and sub-human.

I began to cry again as they left the room, still laughing at me.

I must have cried myself to sleep because when I awoke, I was being manhandled. The restraints round my ankles and wrists were removed and I was told to stand by Darren. The hood was not removed but the eye slit was opened and I was half dragged to the toilet where I was told to do whatever I needed.

I could not see or hear Jim. I had no idea of the time or how long I had been asleep though it seemed to still be daylight.

It was difficult to use the toilet whilst being watched but I managed somehow, taking every opportunity to stretch and flex my stiff limbs and muscles.

I was then led upstairs into the lounge. Jim was there, sipping from a can of beer.

He stood up and came towards me, zipping the eyeslit shut before taking me completely by surprise by grabbing my balls sharply and squeezing them. I winced.

My cock instantly leapt to attention. I was shocked. This was the first time, to the best of my knowledge, that Jim had ever touched me in that way. He seemed to enjoy the reaction and flicked my knob, causing me to wince again and wobble slightly. I had no time to enjoy this latest development before Darren said “ him, then” Almost at once, Jim yanked my arms behind my back and I felt solid steel handcuffs around my wrists. My feet were bound together, also by Jim, I guessed.

Then, what I guessed was a duvet, was wrapped around me tightly and secured with rope. This in turn was lifted – complete with me inside – into some kind of large bag or sack. I felt the top of the sack being tied and I was then hoisted into the air with some effort.

All sounds were muffled inside this new prison and I was still wearing the hood so it was extremely dark. It quickly became very warm too.

I dangled for a few moments as I heard Jim talking to Darren, he seemed to be explaining something.

Then I felt a blow to my side, cushioned by the padding surrounding me. Then another. And another. Some laughing, some talking; then another blow followed by a series on various parts of my body. I was being used as a human punch bag.

Although I was protected, some of the blows were quite hard and I felt them, even through the duvet.

I was getting hotter and sweating. Breathing was difficult and several blows had partially winded me. I didn’t know when or where the next one was going to land so I couldn’t prepare for it.

This went on for ages and despite my protests, they continued, turning the music up to drown out my cries.

Eventually, I felt myself lowered and I dropped to the floor. I was released from the duvet. They examined me for bruises, laughing at the marks on my battered body.

I was then released from the cuffs and fitted with a collar and lead around my neck. I was given the leather chastity belt to wear but Darren made an adjustment so that a long piece of string was tied around my balls first. I was then locked into the belt but he gave a sharp tug on the string, telling me that was their signal if they wanted me for anything.

I was made to crawl to the kitchen, led on the lead by Darren, and told to make them both dinner whilst they were in the study, surfing the net.

I set about the task, grateful for some time on my own where I could move my arms and legs and was not being beaten or abused.

However, my cooking was interrupted by frequent tugs on the rope as they demanded more beer, biscuits, updates on the food and various other questions I suspected they devised simply to inflict pain on my poor aching balls.

Eventually, I finished my task and brought them two large plates of tuna & pasta bake with garlic bread. They made me sit at their feet and Darren hand-fed me scraps from his plate. Jim put his on the floor when he had finished and ordered me to lick it clean.

I was quite hungry so was glad to eat, though licking from a plate on the floor like a dog was a humiliating experience. Darren gave me a couple of slices of dried bread and a glass of water and told me I had been a good boy.

I began to hope that my ordeal was almost over. After dinner, I was made to wash all the dishes and clean the kitchen – which I was left mostly in peace to do.

Then I was hauled back into the lounge, again crawling on my hands and knees, and told I was to be a footstool and coffee table for them whilst they chilled out.

Hardly daring to move, they rested their feet, and an ashtray, on my back and chatted together. It seemed they were planning to go out to the pub and were debating which one.

Eventually, they decided and I was taken back downstairs and padlocked into the  – the end of my ordeal, I hoped. I heard them moving about up and down stairs, getting ready but they didn’t bother with me anymore.

Locked in the cage, with my cock and balls inside a leather prison and a hood over my

head, I was far from comfortable. The pressure in my balls was immense and I couldn’t help but think about all that had happened to me over the last 24 hours which gave me an instant erection.

However, they hadn’t finished with me yet! I was dragged out of the cage. My hands and feet were tightly bound and I was placed into a sack or bag – without the duvet.

I was breathing heavily, not knowing what to expect. They carried me out of the house and put me in the boot of Jim’s car. Then the boot slammed shut.

Moments later, I heard the car doors slam and the engine start. A sudden jolt and we were moving.

Jim must have decided to take the bumpiest roads he could find and drive as erratically as possible because I bumped and banged around in the boot until I began to feel quite sick. My plea’s for mercy were drowned out by his stereo system.

Clearly, they did intend to go the pub because eventually the car stopped and I heard the doors slam again. The boot was briefly opened and a finger prodded me. When I responded, Jim laughed and said “He’s still alive”. Then the boot slammed shut and I was left alone.

I was cold and scared. I couldn’t sleep but I couldn’t move, either. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before they returned to the car.

They checked on me once more before setting off. The journey back was even worse than the journey there. Maybe Jim had been drinking or maybe I was just more bruised and sensitive but I seemed to feel every lump and bump in the road.

When I was eventually lifted from the boot and returned to the house, I was very relieved. I was removed from the sack and thrown into the bed, still bound. The light was switched off and I was left alone.

Despite my bonds, I drifted off to sleep very quickly, being both emotionally and physically exhausted.

Once again, I was awoken from my sleep by movement. Once again, I had lost all track of time.

It felt like my bonds were being removed. I stretched my tired muscles as soon as I was freed. Then, the hood was removed, too. It was dark in the room but for a single candle burning.

I was aware that it was Darren who had removed my bonds. He was lay on one side of me. To my astonishment, Jim was lay the other. Both were topless. I couldn’t see what else they wore as, like me, they were beneath the duvet.

I lay still, hardly daring to breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

My heart sank as I was once again tied, spread-eagled to the bed. I wondered what torture awaited this time and I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes – when would it end?

Softly, I heard Darren whisper “Poor slaveboy. He has suffered so much today. His puny body is battered and bruised.” And he began to gently caress my outstretched arm. I tensed myself, waiting for the pain – but there was none. He continued gently massaging my arm and I felt Jim do the same on my thigh.

Yet again, my cock stiffened, still in its confinement. So this was their torture. To tease me as they had done earlier. I tried not to respond but their firm manly hands working my sore and aching muscles felt divine. Darren’s hand moved to my chest and began to gently squeeze my nipple. I waited for him to pinch but he didn’t.

Jim’s hand moved to the top of my thigh and he stroked around the leather belt.

I groaned in pleasure – despite my attempts to hold it in – and threw my head back.

“PLEASE” I begged again despite knowing they had ignored all of my begging and pleading throughout the day “Please don’t tease me, Masters. Just do what you are going to do and get it over” My voice sounded weak and pathetic.

Jim replied, “We’re not teasing. You have done really well and you deserve this reward.” And I felt him fumble with the padlock on the belt for a moment and then it clicked open. He removed the belt and my stiff cock sprang up, my two heavy balls hanging large in their sac.

Darren continued to tweak my nipples as Jim’s hand grew ever closer to my balls. As he touched them, I arched my body in ecstasy. Darren had chosen that same moment to bite my neck – not to inflict pain but maximum pleasure. I felt my cock shoot out great strings of hot gushing semen. I didn’t want to cum so soon but my body was under their control. I yelled out “Oh Fuck! Oh God!” as I pumped out more and more of the sticky white substance, drenching myself in it. My body spasmed as waves of intense pleasure shot through me.

I think they were impressed at themselves and the effect they had on me. I was disappointed. I felt robbed of what could have been a much longer and more pleasurable experience.

I lay on the bed, shuddering for a moment until Darren grabbed a towel and cleaned me up. I was still tied and couldn’t move.

“Do queers always cum that easy?” Jim asked. I shook my head. “No Master” It seemed odd to call him Master but after what I had been through, I knew I would never be able to think of either of them as equals again. They had broken me and made me theirs.

I lay, looking at Darren, waiting for further instructions. To my great surprise (and pleasure), they picked up where they had left off. Darren began running his hand over my chest while Jim fondled my balls, no longer swollen or aching.

My cock lay to one side, at rest, but I felt it begin to stir again. I lay back, savoring the moment. All the pain and all the suffering had been worth it for this. The two most important guys in my world, the two who now owned me, were pleasuring me.

Darren began stroking my neck whilst Jim’s hand ran lightly over my now hard cock.

I was determined to hold out much longer this time and make the most of this amazing experience.

Darren was tweaking my nipples again and whispering in my ear. Jim was stroking my cock, agonisingly slowly. I strained against my bonds – I SO wanted them both.

As if he had read my thoughts, Darren whispered “Do you want us to take you?” His breath in my ear drove me wild.

“Yes Master” I whispered back.

“Whatever the cost?” he whispered again.

“Yes Master, please”

They stopped for a moment, exchanged some whispered words, then I felt them swap places. Jim was now concentrating on my neck whilst Darren played more firmly with my dick.

“Would you like to taste the Jim cock?” he whispered softly.

I nearly choked there and then. “YES” I said in a definite tone. “YES MASTER”

”While Master Darren fucks you?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing

“YES PLEASE MASTERS”

“Whatever the cost?”

“YES PLEASE MASTERS” I repeated. I had got the idea in my mind and I wanted it more than anything else. I should have picked up on the ‘whatever the cost’ line which both had used on me – but I didn’t.

They re-tied me on the bed in an ‘on all fours’ position

Jim shuffled round in front of me and unbuttoned the fly of his boxers. He pulled out his dick which was semi-erect and already appeared large. He pushed it to my lips which I willingly opened for him.

It slid in and down my throat. I began to suck. It tasted even sweeter than I had imagined. Quickly, it stiffened and became fully hard. It was almost more than I could take. But I was determined to give him the blow-job of his life, even if it choked me in the process. I began to build up a rhythm and he sighed, as if in pleasure.

Suddenly, I felt Darren’s cock sliding between my spread legs. It hurt as he entered and I tried not to let the pain distract me from sucking Jim’s now huge cock.

I was finding it hard to breath with Jim’s cock in my mouth and Darren’s up my ass but I concentrated on getting synchronized so that as Darren pushed in, which pushed me forward slightly, I went down on Jim.

Ever since I had known them, I had fantasied about this and now here I was, getting spit-roasted, by my two former best mates – now my owners.

This was my sole purpose in life, this was why I was here; to serve these two young studs.

The pace quickened now as Darren’s relentless pounding became faster and harder. This caused me to push deeper down on Jim’s solid meat. I cradled his big hairy balls in my hand and he seemed to like that. Moments later, I felt him tense. Then he exploded. Hot spunk fired down my throat like a bullet from a gun and he gave a yell “Swallow it bitch!” I didn’t need telling. Greedily, I milked every last drop. Moments later, I felt Darren shoot his load inside me.

I didn’t care about humiliation anymore. Only men could be humiliated. I had gone past that. Why should a slave feel humiliation – it was part of my role to be used as their fuck toy, to take their spunk.

Darren slapped my ass cheeks hard as he continued to shoot inside me and Jim slapped my face as I licked the end of his knob clean.

They both withdrew and smiled at each other.

Again I was released and given a towel to clean myself up. My cock was still hard from what had just happened but I could see that having both cum, they were now interested in just one thing; sleep.

They tied me back in my spread-eagle position on the bed and settled down, one either side of me. I didn’t mind too much. What had just happened had changed everything. I felt sure it was to be the first of many such sessions and I would have the chance to cum again. How wrong I was to be….!

I slept long and deep that night and awoke the next morning to find myself being untied by Darren. I was ordered to make breakfast and perform various household chores – wearing the leather chastity belt, hood, collar and lead.

Dutifully, I carried out my chores, all the while, reflecting on what had happened last night. Once I had finished, I was given a cold shower and cleaned up by Darren who then informed me that he and Jim were going out. I was made to drink a glass of whisky and swallow four tablets and tied back in my spreadeagled position on the bed. They removed the chastity belt but tied my balls up so tight it made me gasp but I was already feeling a little light-headed as they threw a duvet over me.

I heard them drive off in Jim’s car and thought they had been a little quiet. As sleep overtook me, I wondered where they were going and what else they had in store for me.

My dreams were filled with strange sexual images, no doubt inspired by the previous night’s antics. I dreamt I was being pushed about and slowly realized that I wasn’t dreaming it but in fact I was being manhandled. As I fought to come to from my sleep, I realized that the hood was being removed..

Bright lights were shining down on me. My head was spinning.

I blinked and saw both Jim and Darren in the room. Both were wearing surgical gloves and various medical equipment was in evidence.

“Slaveboy,” Darren said in a somber tone, “You are accused of trying to make us gay by enticing us to get involved in sex acts with a male. We have decided that the only course of action to cure this is if you are NOT a male anymore.”

I guessed this was one of Darren’s mock  specialties which he used from time to time to scare me. I felt sick from the whisky and tablets and I had a pain in my groin.

“I don’t feel well” I said. “I’m sorry but can we stop now?”

”I don’t think you understand the seriousness here,” Darren said. “You are going to be castrated”

“Yeah, I know the routine,” I replied, not in the mood for playing, “But I really don’t feel well. Its those tablets you gave me with that whisky. Can you let me sleep it off and we can play later?”

”We are not playing,” said Jim, pulling back the duvet, “This is for real”

I looked down and almost passed out from shock. My balls were swollen and black. They had been tied so tightly, that the circulation had been cut off. Even if they were playing, they had probably done irreversible damage. But I suddenly knew they were deadly serious. I freaked out and began to scream, still staring at my half-dead testicles.

Darren came over and stuffed a sock in my mouth, taping it over with duct tape.

I struggled and yelled muffled shrieks through the gag.

He put a hand on my forehead and spoke softly. “Didn’t you enjoy last night? Don’t you want to do it again?”

I stared at him, wild eyed, and he gazed back.

“We want to do it again. All the time, in fact. But we cant with a man – it would make us gay. But if you lose these,” and he put his other hand on my balls. They were cold and had no feeling. I knew they were almost ruined. “If you lose these, you can be our sex slave . You wont be a man so it wont be gay. And anyway – you agreed to it last night. We said ‘whatever the cost’ and you agreed”

I was shaking. Tears filled my eyes. But I knew it didn’t matter what I wanted. They were going to do it anyway. My two tormentors were going to become my two castrators. They were going to nut me, here in my own bed, in my own home, and I was powerless to stop it.

“We have entonox so it wont hurt,” said Jim, pointing to a cylinder by the bed. “And I have got a load of pain killers, antiseptic stuff a proper scalpel and some superglue so no need for stitches. A simple cut and it will all be over.”

They had it all worked out. A simple cut and it would all be over. My life as a male would be over. I would become a sexless eunuch. Their sexless eunuch; to be used for fucking and sucking whenever it pleased them.

It was my sweetest dream and my worst nightmare in one. I felt sick to the stomach. My head hurt, I felt feint, the pain in my groin had worsened and to add to it all, I had a raging hard on. Darren spotted it. “Look,” he said to Jim, “His dick has decided for him. Cut him.” And with those words, my fate was sealed.

I begged and pleaded with them through my gag but they took no notice.

Jim began to paint the antiseptic solution over my balls and my cock was duct taped to my belly to keep it out of the way.

Darren put the mask that would deliver the pain-relieving gas over my nose and mouth and switched on the flow.

They prepared everything and ran through a checklist before Jim picked up the scalpel. I was glad, in a way, that if anyone was going to nut me it should be my one-time best mate and now one of my two Masters.

Resigned to my fate, I watched – horrified and fascinated – as he located the area he would cut. And then, almost surgeon-like, he began to work with the scalpel.

As the blade cut into the tiny neck of flesh between my cock and balls, I came one long, last time.

It was the last time I would ever shoot my load and was probably the best one of my life. As my scrotum was separated from my body before my eyes, and my cock pumped out jism for the last time, I knew that this was what I wanted.

A life of slavery stretched before my eyes – of being bound and helpless at their mercy. Of being forced to perform for their pleasure and always denied that ultimate pleasure for myself. The only cum I would ever know again would be theirs. Being made to suck their mighty cocks or have them rape me when they desired. And all the time, being reminded of my status by the space between my legs where my balls had once hung.

I felt little pain thanks to the drugs and gasses. Jim’s cut was a clean one and there was scarcely any blood as they had tied them so tightly. He made a neat job of gluing my severed scrotum back together and he applied dressings in a very professional manner.

When he had finished, he stepped back to admire his handiwork and to smile for the camera.

To my astonishment, I realised that they had filmed the whole thing. “We didn’t tell you as we didn’t want you to pose or act up. We wanted it all to be natural.” Jim explained.

“We are gonna put a trailer on the internet but sell copies of the actual .” Darren added. “You will be famous”

“And anyway, its not something we can do again so we figured we needed a souvenir” Jim added, laughing.

I actually smiled back. Already, I was beginning to fall asleep again, the drugs and my emotions taking effect.

“You are gonna be out of action for about a week but when you are recovered, we will have a nice new plaything,” Darren joked. He bent over and kissed me on the forehead. “You have been a good slave today. Now get some rest and get better soon.”

I nodded weakly and watched them both leave the room before finally sinking into a deep sleep – my first as a eunuch.