Private Richard was a smartass, troublemaking, know-it-all
who had graduated from boot camp without being truly broken of his independent
spirit. He was the kind of guy who tended to get on other’s nerves, especially
those who were his superiors. It didn’t help that his father was a high-ranking
official in the service.
After being transferred from captain to captain, he finally
was given to Captain Fields. Private Richard thought he would be able to run
all over this man like he had the others, but he was wrong. His father was
tired of his antics and gave Captain Fields permission to do anything he
desired to the boy. It wasn’t like the father didn’t have other sons that could
make him proud.
Captain Fields felt like he was a fair guy, he gave Private
Richard a week to straighten up and show them the real man that was inside him.
But Private Richard didn’t heed the Captain’s warnings that there would be
consequences if he didn’t, and continued to talk back and blatantly disregard
commands.
The following Monday, Private Richard found himself tied
down naked to a gurney as a surgeon and welder went to work on him. By the time
they were done, he had a steel muzzle-like device welded around his mouth,
which kept his lips permanently pried open so that his mouth was always
accessible (he even had his teeth missing). If that wasn’t bad enough, he had a
steel collar around his neck which connected to steel-link chains that went to
cuffs around his wrists and ankles. To top it off, his dick was also painfully
hard. He’d never known fear like this before.
Private Richard was given a day to recuperate and heal
before he was paraded out in front of all his peers who were also under Captain
Field’s command. The Captain made a speech about how Private Richard had
brought his new rank upon himself, the rank of slave, which was rarely ever
used. He warned all the others to watch themselves unless they wanted to end up
like Private Richard here. Then to show just how pathetic he had made the
Private, the captain forced the younger man onto his knees and relieved his
bladder into Private Richard’s oral hole. The Private tried to use his tongue
to stop the stream, but it was useless.
To Private Richard’s further humiliation, he was then taken
to the Captain’s office, where his father was waiting for him, visiting from
DC. His father complimented the Captain on the good work. Captain Fields said
they were only just beginning the work on Private Richard. The plan apparently
was to have Private Richard used not only as an example of what not to do in
the service, but also as an award for good behavior, his ass and mouth would be
free to use for the men under the Captain’s command. The goal was for Private
Richard to eventually believe that he was the most pathetic, useless human
being on this planet, submissive to every man with a cock. The captain said it
would probably take five to ten years to reach this goal. The father said that
would be fine for he had extended the boy’s contract with the army for another
20 years.
Tears ran down Private Richard’s cheeks as his father fucked
his face hole and emptied his seed down his son’s throat, telling him that he
was officially disowned from this day forward.
“Alright Slave Richard, let’s get you to work,” Captain
Fields smiled and laughed, grabbing the new slave by the chains.
You're lucky that the client wants to be the first one to
fuck you, or I would already have my dick up that pretty pussy right now.
However, he said nothing about the ass. If you don’t start behaving, I may just
start exercising my dick in your ass.
Arnie had three sons, Trevor, Barney and Johnny. Trevor was
the eldest of the three, a rebel, a troublemaker from the day he was born. It
didn’t help his attitude that he was a gifted athlete and a chick magnet. As
far as Trevor was concerned the world revolved around him.
Arnie was growing increasingly tired of his son’s behavior;
a son should show respect to his elders and Trevor had no respect for anyone.
His son was nearing eighteen years old and he warned him that if he didn’t
straighten up then there would be serious consequences. Trevor laughed it off,
he already didn’t listen to his dad, and when he turned eighteen, he didn’t
legally have to listen to him at all.
To celebrate graduation and the end of high school, Trevor
and his buddies decided to rob a few stores, just for the fun of it. Well, that
was the last straw for Arnie. Clearly Trevor had no desire to be anything other
than a delinquent little bitch, so Arnie decided it was time he fully embrace
that persona. He still had two other sons who could make him proud.
The following morning, Arnie contacted a Mr. Humphry who had
been recommended to him by a colleague. The man came, gave Arnie three-thousand
bucks, and left with Trevor naked and hogtied in the back of his truck.
Training Trevor would not be easy, it never was, but it was
a job that Mr. Humphry very much enjoyed. By the end of a year’s time the boy
would be fully broken into a dog. Arnie would be given the option to buy his
son back ‘as is’ for five grand. If he doesn’t, then Trevor will be sold to the
highest bidder, and most likely find that tailhole of his being put to work.
One of the worst parts about all this is that I’m not even
gay, never had a gay thought in my life before my magical enslavement. I’m not
even sure how it works, how Master Evans did this to me. I’m still a human, and
yet everyone who isn’t a friend of Master Evan’s just sees me as some kind of
dog. And I can understand them, but they never seem to understand me.
I’m not sure why you can understand me, but since you can
you just have to help me. I’m tired of being stuck like this. I’m tired of
acting like a dog twenty-four-seven. And I am especially tired of having dicks
shoved in my holes. And I don’t even want to get into the other humiliating
faggy things I’ve found myself doing over this past year.
Wait! What? Did you just say you’re my new master? Master
Evan sold me? You want me to suck your dick right here, right now. Oh, god
no!!!!!!!
Growing up he hadn’t dreamed of being another man’s slave
(especially considering he had been heterosexual), he had wanted to be a
firefighter like his older brother and father. He had trained and studied for
it, but he still had to pass the aptitude test that everyone took at the end of
their senior year. He had figured he was a shoe-in, but the test came back
otherwise, declaring that his ideal career was slavedom.
Connor had tried to fight this outcome, but it got him
nowhere, these tests were binding. He didn’t want to be a slave, he knew the
test had to be wrong, but the government said otherwise. He did have a choice
of the kind of slave he would become: a sex slave, a work slave or a test
slave. Of course he choose sex slave. He was stripped of his clothes, his
freedom, and sold off not to a woman but a man.
For the longest time, Connor hated this life he was stuck
in. But slowly, he found it wasn’t so terrible. He grew to enjoy it, and now he
relishes the moments his Master is balls deep in his slave cunt. Maybe the test
was right after all. What Connor will never know though is that it was wrong,
he was destined to be a firefighter, his test results got switched with another
guys, and while the government did eventually learn this, they’re never going
to admit they were wrong.
The slave had been stupid by trying to run away. He didn’t
want to be a slave, he had still thought of himself as the straight white boy
that his master had drugged and kidnapped over a year ago. But Master was
smarter than the slave, he went to the police first and convinced them that the
young man was his charge and that he was delusional. So, when the cops found
him hiding on the streets they had brought him back.
Now the slave is going to be punished. Master has written
all over his face and chest, and tomorrow Master’s tattoo artist friend is
coming over and making those words permanent. Then if he ever tries to escape
again, he won’t be able to hide his true nature from anyone.
Don’t worry boy, by the time I’m done with you, you will
know your true place. I have a 100% success rate. Your dad paid me good money
to remove your rebellious streak and replace it with pure obedience. He didn’t
pay me to cure you of your heterosexuality though, I’m doing that free of
charge.
Conrad was straight, that was until today. He
awoke with a headache and no memory of current events, to find the man who had
been stalking him for months shoving a dildo up his non-lubed ass. At first
Conrad screamed with pain, but then the dildo’s magic abilities kicked in and
he wanted more and more. Now instead of a stalker, Conrad has a master.
You’ve lost track of the number of days you have been in this cage. It’s been at least three months, but you don’t think half-a-year yet. Just one full year, that’s all you have to make it through. If you can go through one full year without giving in, then you will not only have all your debts wiped clean, you will be a free citizen once again.
You’re finding it harder to get through this than you initially thought though. It was easy at first, homosex is sick after all, so no way would you want to suck another dude’s dick. But all the guys who have came here are straight, and according to the guards, not a single guy has made it to the finish mark without begging to be fucked up the ass. You’re not sure if that’s true, but all the guys in this here kennel prison who were here before you have already submitted. But you’re not going to submit, right? Because you know once you willingly let them fuck your ass it’s over, you’ll spend the rest of your life as a sex slave for some rich man who can pay for you.
You’ll make it, you know you will. It’s not that big of a deal that you can’t stop staring at the naked guard’s dicks. Just because you keep fantasizing about having them in your mouth, worshiping them, well that’s nothing to worry about, right? You don’t know where these thoughts keep coming from, but you know you can keep fighting them. Just like everyone else knew before you.
