I was nineteen, broke, and hard all the time when I answered the ad. It said “young guy wanted for total use, no limits, free room and board.” I showed up at the address at nine that night, wearing nothing under my jeans like the text told me. The door opened and a tall, thick-built man in his forties looked me over once. “Strip,” he said. I kicked off my shoes and shoved my jeans down. My cock was already leaking. He grabbed it, squeezed hard, and nodded. “You’re going to be my slave. First time means you do exactly what you’re told. Open your mouth.” I did. He spat on my tongue and pushed two fingers in. “Suck.” I sucked like I was starving. He walked me naked through the house to a basement room with a metal frame bed and restraints already bolted to the wall. “Knees,” he ordered. I dropped. He unzipped and fed me his cock in one slow thrust until my nose hit his pubes. I gagged but he held me there. “Breathe through your nose, slave. This is your new life.” He fucked my throat steady and rough, spit running down my chin onto my chest. When he pulled out he slapped my face with his wet dick. “Turn around. Hands on the bed.” I bent over.
He kicked my feet apart and spread my ass with both thumbs. “Look at that pink hole. Never been fucked, has it?” “No, Sir,” I said, voice hoarse. He laughed low and spat right on my hole, then rubbed the head of his cock against it. “Beg for it.” “Please fuck my ass, Sir. Make me your slave.” He pushed in without lube, just spit and the pre-cum still dripping from his slit. It burned like hell and felt so fucking good I moaned loud. He sank all the way in and stayed there, grinding deep while I shook. “That’s it. Take every inch. This hole belongs to me now.” He started pounding, balls slapping my taint, one hand gripping my hip and the other reaching under to jerk my cock in time with his thrusts. Every time I got close he squeezed the base and stopped. “Slaves don’t come until they’re told.” He fucked me for what felt like an hour, changing angles, pulling almost all the way out then slamming back in. When he finally let me shoot I painted the floor under the bed while he flooded my guts, hot and thick. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out and pushed two fingers back in to hold his load there. “Clean me,” he said. I turned around on my knees and licked his cock and balls until they were shiny with spit. He clipped a leather collar around my neck and locked it with a small padlock. “You’re staying. Tomorrow we start training you for the others.” He left me there on the floor, ass leaking, throat sore, cock already twitching again. I stayed the night chained to the bed frame by the collar. Every few hours he came down, used my mouth or my ass, and left more cum inside me. By morning I was shaking, sore, and completely hooked. He brought breakfast on a tray but made me eat it on all fours with my face in the bowl while he fingered my used hole. “Good slave,” he said. “You’re going to earn every free story those guys online jerk off to.” By the end of the week I was taking two cocks at once, one in my mouth and one in my ass, while he filmed it for the private site. I never went back to my old apartment. I stayed collared, naked, and available twenty-four seven. Every time a new guy came over I got to live another free first-time young gay sex-slave scene, and every single one ended with me dripping cum and begging for more.
