Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2015 22:25:18 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to Cock Sucker 17

Converted to cock-sucker (Oral, anal, forced, humiliation)

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I need to say this: Note that this is fantasy, not real life.  If you are a
sub, you still have dignity and you should have a voice.  If you are
involved in a BDSM scene, the sub has the right to set limits and to have a
safe-word to immediately put a stop to the proceedings if it turns out to
be too much.  If the dom/sado won't recognize your rights as a sub, my
suggestion is to say "thanks for your time sir," and walk away.  This is
sexual role-play and is supposed to be consensual.  Non-consensual is
assault and is a criminal act.

Any comments will be gladly received at white_collar@hotmail.com

Chapter 30

Steve:

What just happened here?  Mr. Stanfield had asked me to come over to his
place to help him out.  I'd done that before.  I'd installed a lot of the
equipment in this room, in fact.  I didn't really know what it was for at
the time and it was strange to be puttin' this stuff into a penthouse, but
Mr. Stanfield's the boss, so who the hell cares?  Yeah, he didn't pay me
for the OT, but I guess I was just glad to have the work.  With a high
school education, it isn't easy to get a job these days and Mr. Stanfield
was always been good to me, so I didn't push it.  If I got some extra work,
unpaid, at least I knew that he knew that I'd put out for him if there was
any extra to be done.  At least I was sure my head wouldn't be the first on
the block if cutbacks came, as they so often do when you're a workin' stiff
like me.  And then tonight, he calls me and tells me to come over.  Of
course I came; wouldn't you?  You don't tell guys like him "no".  He came
down and got me like he usually does, but on the ride up, he stood kinda
close to me.  I tried to shift away, but he had me almost against the door.
I thought it was weird, but what could I do?  I needed the work, ya know?
Who cares if he's a fag?  I can't pay the bills without him.

Then, when the door opened, my god!  I saw these two naked dudes on their
knees in front of Mr. Stanfield's friend, Aiden McCallister.  My mind went
blank for a second.  I knew I had to get out of there, pronto!  But
Mr. Stanfield put me in an arm lock and forced me to drink this
nasty-tastin' stuff.  I went down on my knees and suddenly, I was doin'
whatever he told me, even this degradin' stuff.  He ordered me to take my
clothes off, and even though I didn't want to, I did it.  Then he brought
me and the other two guys that I recognized from the upstairs office, into
this room.  I knew that I would be makin' use of some of the stuff that I'd
installed for him.  He had Aiden take off my body hair and then he cleaned
all three of us out.  God, I was totally humiliated, but I couldn't stop.
Then, on the second cleanin', a spark lit in my brain and I thought "I can
do this: I have to stop this!"  So when he'd finished and gave us
permission to drain it out, I went after Aiden.  I'd do anything to get
away.  I caught him off-guard and I thought I was goin' to beat him, but
then Mr. Stanfield hit me with the cattle prod and I went down.  Believe
me, when you've been hit with one of those babies, you're in no condition
to say no anymore.

I knew there was no goin' back.  Then he had that dude come in to rivet
these cages on us!  There was no gettin'' out of them, no way, no how.  And
he tatted us.  I mean I have a couple of tats already: an Irish design
around my left bicep and a Finn MacCool on my right thigh.  But these?  He
had the dude tat "faggot slave" over our dicks and our birthdates on our
left pecs to mark us.  I mean, I'm a workin' dude, man; I work with my
hands.  I'm a regular guy.  How can I ever go to the beach again, or swim
at the lake with "faggot slave" pokin' out of the top of my trunks?  What
the fuck?  I'm a straight dude.  What the fuck?

Next, they put these suction cups on our nips and told us we were goin' to
grow faggot nips.  What the hell?  I ain't no faggot; I'm a man!  What the
fuck's goin' on here?  Why're they doin' this to me?  And then he puts this
metal plug in me.  I've never had a man put anythin' in me, not even a
doctor.  I once had a doc try to have me bend over, but I told him I'd beat
the shit outta him if he tried to put his finger up my ass.  I'm not that
kinda guy.  Am I?  But why do I find all this so excitin'?  If my cock
weren't in this fuckin' cage, I might be hard right now, just thinkin'
about it.  My dick's leakin' slime.  Am I that kinda guy?  Now, I'm not so
sure?

When the fuck are they commin' back here?  What're they gonna do next?
When are they gonna let us go?  Are they gonna let us go?  Damn, damn,
damn.  I know I'm fucked for sure.

"What're they doin' ta us?" I asked the other two guys.

"It's obvious; they're turning us into slaves.  Converting us into
cock-suckers; into faggots," the guy Mr. Stanfield called "#1" said.

I'd seen him around the upstairs office, but paid him no mind.  He was
outta my league and I didn't think I'd ever be doing anything for him, so
his name didn't matter.  He was just "sir", if I ever needed to speak to
him, which I didn't very often, or any of the guys in the upstairs office.
But here I was, tatted, shaved, caged and plugged with two of 'em.

"By the way, I'm Wayne," he said.  "And this is Paul.  Whatever we might've
been before, we all the same now, so we might as well know each other's
names."

"Hey Wayne," I said.  "Paul? When did you get sucked into this anyway?"

"It's been about 2 weeks since he made me his slave," Wayne answered.
"Paul was pulled in a few days later.  I've sort of lost track.  When
Master's comings and goings determine what's going on in your life, you
sorta lose track of time, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I guess so.  I know what you mean.  Can I ask you?  Do you think
we'll ever get outta here?  Or are we permanently fucked over?"

"I wouldn't count on it," Paul said.  "Master isn't known for being a nice
guy and here, he has no constraints on what he does, outside of killing us.
I don't suppose he'd want a body on his hands and I'm fairly sure he enjoys
having us to entertain him.  And it's costing him nothing, other than the
low cost of feeding us.  God knows, he doesn't have to buy us clothes or
anything.  And we get his rocks off for him and never talk back, so we're a
lot more useful to have around than a wife or lover."

"You call Mr. Stanfield 'Master'?" I asked.

"That's right.  That's what he's ordered us to call him.  We also don't say
anything unless we're asked.  To him, we're faggots and faggots have no
rights.  So get that straight real quick!"

"OK, I understand.  He's Master and we're not supposed to talk unless he
asks us a question.  But what if we need somethin'?"

"There's nothing we can need that he doesn't give us.  And he decides when
he's going to give it to us."

# # #

I must've dozed off because all of a sudden the lights were on and
Mr. Stanfield, I mean Master and Aiden were back.  They unlocked our cuffs
from the bench, lock wide leather collars around our necks and took us
across the floor to the St. Andrews cross.  They took the cups off our nips
and I saw how swollen mine were: they weren't as big as Wayne's, but they
were bigger than your average dude's.  Master and Aiden put Wayne on the
cross, facin' the wall and then shackled Paul and me on either side of him,
fastenin' us to eye bolts I'd set into the wall at the exact measurements
Mr. Stanfield, er, Master, had specified.  We were stretched pretty tight.
Our protrudin' nipples were bein' crushed against the wall, and they hurt
like hell.

Aiden and Master went over to the cupboards and returned soon.  I heard the
whoosh of air and simultaneously heard leather strikin' Wayne's back and
his cry of pain and surprise.

"I told you that you were going to be punished and it's time.  50 strokes
for each of you.  You need to count them out, each of you.  Every time you
feel the lash, count 'one sir, thank you sir,' or two or whatever the count
is.  When each of you gets to 50, you'll be finished.  Fag #3 is being
punished for attacking Aiden, so Aiden will have full access to his
backside.  I'll be working over fags 1 and 2 for their infringement on my
rights as Master when they tried sucking each other off."

The blows began to fall.  A swoosh, then impact.  I tried to keep count,
but it was hard, since Wayne and Paul were also shoutin' out their counts.
The shouts got louder as the pain began to build and it wasn't long we were
all screamin' our counts out, lost in our own pain.  It wasn't long before
tears were runnin' down my cheeks.  The blows had no specific rhythm, which
I suppose made it worse because you never knew when the next one would
come.  My back and ass were on fire, as were the backs of my legs.  Aiden
was givin' me complete coverage on my backside and I wondered if I'd ever
be able to sit down again.  My dad had stropped me when I was a boy and a
teenager for actin' up, especially the night I came home drunk when I was
in high school.  That's when I ran away and started life on my own.  God, I
never thought I'd end up like this: a cock-suckin' faggot with "faggot
slave" tattooed on my pubes.  And there was no runnin' away from this.

Finally, they stopped.  My back, butt and legs were screamin' in pain.
Master told Aiden to take us down, turn us around and put our backs to the
wall.  My body did what Aiden told it to do; he unclipped me from the eye
bolts, pivoted me and clipped me to the bolts again, back to the wall.
Then he did Wayne while Master did Paul.  Master stood in front of me.

"We'll need to do a faster conversion on this one," he said to Aiden while
pinchin' and pullin' on my swollen nips.  "I need to get his mind in the
right place fast, before he has a chance to rebel again.  Bring me the tens
unit with the nipple clips and the electric plug."

Master (I had to remind myself to call him that, instead of Mr. Stanfield),
grabbed the base of the plug in my ass.

"Push it out!" he ordered.

I pushed and felt the thing spreadin' my hole as it slid out.  Then, all of
a sudden, it was gone and my hole felt kinda empty, and the muscles
clenched a few times, like they were lookin' for something to pull in to
fill the empty place.  Meanwhile, Aiden brought some things to Master.
There was another plug, but this one had a wire attached to the base.
There were mean lookin' clips with wires comin' out and there was some sort
of electrical box.  Master took the plug and pushed it against my hole.

"Bear down fag," he ordered and I did.

The plug slid in.  It wasn't near so bad as the first time he plugged me,
since I'd never had anything up there before.  Plus, my hole was already
slick from the first plug.  I felt the base hit home against my pucker and
I moaned a little, my ass feeling kinda relieved to be filled again.  I
dunno: maybe I am a fag!

Then he took the clips and attached 'em to my nips.  I squawled!  God that
hurt!  Master rubbed the tips of my tits and that calmed the pain down.  In
fact, it kinda felt good.  Then he attached the wires from the clips and
the plug to the unit.  He held it up in front of me.

"I'm going to start with a low voltage.  It'll feel kind of nice to start
with.  Then we'll go from there.  By the time I'm finished with you, you're
going to really be my faggot slave.  You'll do everything I want and be
happy to please me.  Got it fag?"

He asked me a question; I needed to answer.

"Yes sir, I got it."

"Good.  Let's get started."

At the start, I felt this tinglin' in my ass, then in my nips.  Oh, it felt
good!  I never felt anything like that; it was like, I dunno what.  It just
felt so damned good.  Master was lookin' at me, watchin' my reactions I
guess.  I moaned; really, I couldn't help myself.  Oh Gawd!

The tinglin' increased and then, all of a sudden it stopped.  I wanted
more!

"Oh, please sir, please Master!  Do it some more!"

He smirked at me.

"Sure thing faggot.  I knew you'd like it.  Faggots always do.  And you're
a faggot aren't you boy?  You want more, right?"

"Oh yes sir!  More, please."

"More, faggot?"

"Yes sir, please sir."

"Then you must be a faggot, right?"

I really didn't care what he was askin' me; I just wanted more, so I gave
him the answer I knew he wanted so that I could get what I wanted.

"Yes sir, yes master.  More please."

"More for the faggot?"

"Yes sir!"

"Then you're a faggot?"

"Yes sir."

"Say it.  Tell me you're a faggot."

"Yes sir, I'm a faggot sir."

"Say it again!"

The tinglin' was startin'.  Oh God!

"Yes sir, I'm a faggot sir.  More please sir."

The tinglin' increased.

"Say it again faggot."

"Yes sir, I'm a faggot sir."

"Again."

"Yes sir, I'm a faggot sir!"

The tinglin' got more intense.

"I'm a faggot sir.  I'm a faggot sir.  I'm a faggot sir."

"Good faggot."

All of a sudden, Master turned the knob.  A jolt shot through my ass and
met the jolt coming down from my nips and the combined jolt shot up my
spine and into my brain and I screamed.  Then everything went black.

To be continued.