Fleeing

It was just Tim’s luck to get stopped by airport security. He’d been trying to flee, escape from his master. He didn’t want to be a slave, never had wanted to be one, but this past year he had had no choice in the matter. His master had been a friend, a good friend, but then he had changed overnight.

Chet, the security guard who had given him a pat down, had pulled him into the back room to do a strip-search. Of course, Tim hadn’t wanted to do it, but he needed to get out of here, so he followed the instructions. It was embarrassing to pull down his boxers and expose his hairless groin and the cage his cock was still in. His master had told him he was never to take it off himself, and every word his master spoke Tim would magically have to obey. He’d only gotten lucky that he’d found a loophole in his master’s instructions.  He hoped when he got out of the state all the compulsion would wear off.

The security guard couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the device around the other guy’s junk. But then he heard a weird voice in his earpiece, the voice of a man he had never heard before. It told him to fuck this guy over the table, and while Chet was straight, he somehow couldn’t disobey this voice.

Moments later Chet was balls deep in Tim’s ass, but Tim didn’t fight it. He shamefully had grown to enjoy the feel of a full ass over the last year, and besides the quicker that Chet finished the quicker Tim could get on that plane and get out of here.

Tim lost all hope when he saw the door open and his former-friend/master come into the room with a smirk.

“You’ve been a very bad slave Tim, trying to leave like that. Don’t worry, I’ve come to take you home. And to make sure this doesn’t happen again, I’ve decided to have Chet become your fellow slave to keep you company whenever I’m away. Now Chet, come here and suck your new master’s cock.”

Chet was confused as he removed his cock from Tim’s ass. He didn’t want to suck on any cock, and yet he found himself on his knees sucking the dick of the man who he now could only think to call master. Once Chet’s belly was full of his master’s seed, the two slaves would be dressed and returned home with their master.