I knew what I was signing up for the second I walked into that basement club. The ad said "gay sex slave stories wanted – total submission, no limits." I showed up hard already, my cock straining against my jeans like it knew this was the end of my freedom.
He was waiting. Tall, shaved head, arms covered in ink. "Strip," he said, no hello. I did it right there on the concrete floor. My clothes hit the ground and he circled me, grabbing my balls hard enough to make me grunt. "From now on these are mine. Your hole is mine. Your mouth is mine. You speak when I tell you to speak."
He locked a thick leather collar around my neck and clipped on a leash. Then he bent me over a padded bench and spread my ass.
No lube at first. Just spit and two thick fingers shoved straight in. I groaned and pushed back. He laughed. "Hungry little faggot already. Good."
The first night he fucked me raw for hours. Bent over that bench, then on my back with my legs pinned to my chest, then on all fours while he yanked the leash and slammed into me. Every thrust was deep and mean. He called me his cumdump, his fucktoy, his slave. When he finally unloaded he stayed buried balls-deep and told me to clench and keep every drop inside.
Training started the next morning. He woke me with his cock in my mouth. "Suck like you mean it or I’ll whip your ass red." I swallowed him to the root, gagging, spit running down my chin. He held my head and used my throat until tears streaked my face. When he came he pulled out and painted my tongue, making me show it before I swallowed.
Days blurred into weeks of the same filthy routine. Mornings I woke him with my mouth or by riding him reverse-cowboy so he could watch my hole stretch around his thick shaft. Afternoons he tied me down and edged me for hours, a ring around my balls and another around the base of my cock, never letting me shoot. Evenings he invited friends over and they took turns using me while he watched and stroked himself.
One night he chained me to the wall by the collar and wrists, legs spread wide. He invited three other doms. They fucked my mouth and ass in rotation, sometimes two at once, stretching my hole until it gaped and leaked cum down my thighs. He made me thank each one after they finished. "Thank you for using your slave’s hole, Sir." My voice was hoarse from screaming around their cocks.
He loved keeping me denied. Weeks went by where the only time I came was when he allowed it, usually after I’d taken a brutal pounding and he jerked me off onto the floor so I could lick it up. Other times he’d milk my prostate with his fingers or a thick toy until I shot untouched, then make me clean the mess with my tongue while he called me a pathetic cumslut.
The collar never came off. Neither did the cage he eventually locked on my cock. He kept the key on a chain around his neck. "You don’t get hard unless I say. You don’t come unless I say. You exist to take dick and swallow loads." I nodded, already leaking through the bars of the cage.
One weekend he took me to a private party. I was led in on the leash, naked except for the collar and cage, and spent the night bent over various pieces of furniture while strangers used me. Someone fisted me for the first time while another guy fucked my throat. I came so hard from the fist alone that my legs shook and I nearly blacked out. He was proud. He let me sleep at the foot of his bed that night, my hole still twitching and sore.
Months later I stopped thinking of myself as anything but his property. When he wanted to fuck he’d just point to the floor or the bench and I’d present. When he wanted my mouth I dropped to my knees without being told. The raw, dirty truth was that I needed it now. Needed the stretch, the ache, the taste of his cum, the sound of him calling me his worthless slave while he bred me.
He still brings friends over. Still chains me up and lets them wreck me. But at the end of every night he’s the one who unlocks the cage, lets me come, then holds me while the shakes work through my body. His voice is low against my ear. "Good slave. Mine."
And I am. Completely.
