Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2016 22:11:30 +0000
From: "out-cast@hotmail.com" <out-cast@hotmail.com>
Subject: In Chains

In Chains

God, I've never felt this rough before. My head pounds, my mouth is dry as
dust. I try to wipe my eyes and I can't. For a few moments I just lie back
and try to engage my brain. I can't move my arms, weird. In fact, I can't
move my legs either. Slowly my muddled mind ramps up, before kicking
straight into emergency panic mode.

Where the fuck am I?!

I am spread-eagled on a mattress somewhere.

Naked!

Manacled to the corners of the bed!!

With a ball gag stretching my jaw!!!

Oh fuckerdefuck.

Yes, I've dreamt of being kidnapped to spend the rest of my life as an
enchained slave. But I never wanted it to happen in real life.

Or did I? My cock is rock-hard in excitement at my sudden demise.

It is pitch dark in here -- a cellar? Pitch dark and dead quiet. As time
passes my excited panic subsides somewhat, but eagerness and a nervous
anticipation about what's happening remain.

I am Sam, by the way. I am 18, I'm gay -- what else is there to say? -- I
wouldn't say I am a stunner, but I am definitely not hideous. I am a bit
shy and my sex-life has been more fantasy than reality to be honest. I've
only had real sex once, that was a one-night-stand a couple of months back
that was, let's say, disappointing. I mean, there must be more to sex than
a cock the size of a pencil stub poking your arse for a minute or two.

Now I remember, I went to G-A-Y last night, trying to get picked up.

A door opens suddenly and against the light I see the silhouette of a
man. Tall, athletic. He flicks the light switch so that I can see him,
tight jeans and T over a nice body. A balaclava is hiding his features.

"So you've finally woken, then."

The voice -- not unpleasant -- brings memories flooding back. There was
this handsome guy who bought me drinks last night. Weird name that I can't
remember -- something beginning with R. I liked him. We kissed and fondled
for a while, then what ...? I haven't the foggiest what happened
afterwards. Did he drug me and take me here?

"Welcome to your new home. I am afraid that you will be restrained for a
while, until I can trust you not to try to run away. For now, you'll be my
play thing. When I need to blow off steam, I'll know I'll find you here for
me. When I am entertaining friends, I can share you with them. When I have
better things to do, you'll wait here until I need you again. Perhaps in a
few years' time, I may remove the chains and allow you to move around the
house and serve me in everyday tasks, but only if you manage to please me
in your current role."

I only really heard the words "in a few years' time, I may remove the
chains". Years! Will I really be chained like this for years? Oh, Jesus!

"I am glad to see you look forward to that future as much as I do," he says
as he squeezes my shaft - I am harder than I have ever been in my life.

"You will call me Master," he continues, "or rather, for now you'll think
of me as Master. When I take out the gag and allow you to speak again, then
you'll call me Master ... whenever that may be. Now, only one more thing to
do," Master says as he produces a black leather hood from a cupboard. The
stiff mask is pulled over my face and buckled securely behind my
head. "There you go, ready to start a new life."

I hear the door slam, leaving me blind in the deathly silence.

I am shaking and breathless. I can't do this. I cannot live like this. Not
with my face covered by tight thick leather, my eyes useless and my mouth
gagged. How the hell could this be happening to me? How the hell could I
ever have wished to be a slave? Why the hell is my cock still hard as
steel? Am I shaking in fear alone, or is it excitement as well?



Time loses its meaning. Have I been here for an hour or a day? Does time
matter if this is what the rest of my life is going to be like? It can't
have been days yet, surely. The creak of the door opening.

"Come and see my new toy, guys." My Master's voice. Footsteps of people
filing into the cellar, more voices, laughs. "Wow, you've got a real cutie
there." "Looks like it's going to be a great night!" "Is he still tight,
down there?"

The Master laughs, "... like a virgin." I blush, thankful that the mask is
hiding my embarrassment. That is too close to the truth.

"Well he will be gaping after tonight." Raucous laughs.

Hands close themselves around my ankles and before I know it, I am folded
double, my feet bound to the bed near my wrists. My arse is sticking up in
the air, ready for the taking. Immediately my cock reacts to what I am sure
is my imminent rape.

Fingers close themselves around the base of my tool. "Hung, as well. He has
all the right assets, you lucky git. Where did you find this jewel?"

"He started to rub himself against my hip at the bar last night. I couldn't
ignore him."

A slick finger is teasing my hole, wiggling, pushed in a little and pulled
out, again and again. BANG! Two fingers rammed in to the knuckles. The gag
cannot entirely stop my scream. "Oh my God, he really is a virgin!" The
fingers, still buried deep, find my clitoris, or whatever it is in there
that dissolves my belly in moist pleasure. I groan and stretch my back,
trying to drive myself further onto the teasing fingers.

"That's it, boy, learn to love penetration," Master says, "it will be your
reason to live from now on."

After Master's fingers finally pull out, I feel his weight pushing down on
my thighs, his cock teasing my arsehole. Smoothly he pushes in, stretching
my ring. Master is gentle, giving me time to adjust, always pushing me, but
never more than I can handle.

"Just ram it in, man! He needs to learn to take it hard!" The audience get
involved.

"No! You need to break him in slowly. A bad first fuck can ruin a slave
forever."

Master just groans and leisurely ramps up the tempo. I feel his balls slap
against my bum, his big cock driving into me with long languid strokes. He
is stretching my gut deep inside me, but I can take it. This is what I
expected having sex would be like. Without thinking, I straighten my back
and open up for him.

"That's it boy. You're mine now and you exist to pleasure me."

His strokes come harder and deeper now. Hitting that spot. Filling me with
ecstasy. Bracing against my shackles, I begin to ride up, pushing back to
meet his long powerful thrusts. Oh God, this is good. I never thought it
would be like this. Master's cock, deep in my belly, begins to fill me with
hot cum.

"Jesus," he pants. "I needed that. A compliant body to fuck ... Who's
next?"

The invitation doesn't fall on deaf ears, a new weight replacing Master. A
short fat dick is rammed into me without delay, stretching my arse.

"Do you mind if I ...?"

While my arse is being assaulted hard, fingers fumble with the mask,
opening a flap over my mouth. The ball gag is hooked out and before I can
close my jaw, it is replaced by something else. A ring gag, my tongue tells
me. Seconds later I feel a dickhead in the back of my throat, the bitter
taste of cock. It is forced down my gullet and I gag, swallowing
desperately to get rid of the intruder. My tongue wraps itself around the
shaft, trying to push it out.

"Good boy ... Learn to deep-throat, slave."

"Is he trying?" Master asks, just as the head forces its way deep into my
oesophagus. "Oh, he's more than trying," comes the reply.

He's fucking my throat now, cutting off my breath. I want to force him out,
my throat constricts around the invader, my tongue tries to fight back. I
struggle with my bonds to free myself before I suffocate, but nothing I can
do will stop him. Just as I feel like I might pass out, the long dick pulls
out long enough for a couple of breaths, before it forces itself back into
my gullet. A couple of minutes later I have given up my resistance. The
cock slides in and out of my throat at will. I am learning to enjoy the
feeling of a man filling my mouth, proud that I manage to accommodate him,
that I can open my throat and let him fuck it.

Suddenly it strikes me how much my life has changed. Yesterday I was a
normal student, free to do what I want, and looking for my first proper
sex. Now I'm a slave, spit-roasted by two guys, one pummelling my arse as
hard and fast as he can manage, the other with his manhood almost down into
my stomach. And I am not sure which life I prefer.

The guy cums in my arse and gets replaced by another. I take my first ever
load in my mouth, savouring my first taste of cum. Another cock penetrates
my throat. I lose count of the number of times I get fucked, pretty sure
that my assailants are on their second or third turns. There are about five
or six of them and I am beginning to recognise their dicks. One of the guys
is so small he barely registers, a second is hung like a horse, making me
fear that my arse might rip. But it doesn't and when he comes around again
later for a second go, I am thrusting back against him hard, until he fills
me so deep that it seems his monster is going to bump into Master's cock
which fills my throat.

"Do you mind if I ride his cock," one of them asks, "or do you want first
dibs on it?"

The gangbang has been going on for hours, the urgent hard fucks having made
place for long slow screws.

"Go ahead," Master replies, "I can use him any time I want for the rest of
my life."

My legs, stiff after hours folded over, are straightened out and chained up
in their original position. If my manhood had lost any of its rigidity, it
quickly firms up again as a slick wet tongue runs up and down the
shaft. Somebody straddles my belly and, holding my cock, starts to push
himself onto it. As my head pops into his arse, he swears, "Fuck, he's
big!"

From the locker rooms I know I'm bigger than most guys, but that doesn't
seem to trouble him much, as he twists and turns to make space sliding down
my shaft. The warm velvet inside of his gut envelopes my cock. It is the
first time I fuck a man, or rather a man fucks himself on me, and the
feeling is astonishing. Bucking my hips, I meet his long smooth strokes,
trying to shove my tool deeper into his arse. They've have been fucking me
for hours, arousing me, and my balls are heavy with cum now. However much I
want to hold back, prolonging the stimulation of my tool, I too soon shoot
a massive load into the warm hole.



"Well done, boy!"

The guests left soon after I had cum and collapsed exhausted.

"You've made me proud today. For a first timer you did great and I can only
imagine how good a sex toy you can become over time."

He snuggles up next to my chained body and kisses my gagged mouth before
closing the mask over my face. Soon I feel the regular breathing of a
sleeping man against my bare chest. I can't sleep. Not now, not during my
first night as a slave. While they were using me, my mind was fully
occupied with my arse and my throat. Now it finally strikes home properly.
I'm a sex slave now, chained up for other men to fuck at will. Perhaps
chained for years, perhaps for the rest of my life. The fear in my head is
fighting the excited butterflies in my stomach. Soon I am hard again. It is
the butterflies that have won out; I am a sex slave and I enjoy the
degradation and abuse that they will deal me.

I don't sleep, I don't lose my erection either. I just form a pillow for
Master and imagine how he will use me when he wakes.

The first notice I get of him waking is his hand cupping my balls, softly
rolling them between his fingers. His lips seal themselves around my
dickhead and Master starts to stimulate me with his mouth, playing the tip
of his tongue around and under my foreskin. When my tool is wet with saliva
and pre-cum, he swallows and slowly pushes down, my long, thick dick
entering his throat until I can feel his forehead on my hip. With long
strokes he slides up and down the shaft, gasping for breath every time my
cock slips from his throat. I am panting as he bobs up and down faster and
faster, screaming into the gag as I come, shooting cum deep inside Master's
throat. He pulls away and a second load shoots high up into the air, a
third lands on my chest. When I am finally exhausted, my cock loses its
firmness.

Master licks the cum off my chest. "It's is very early Monday morning now
and in a couple of hours I need to go to work and you have got lectures to
attend." He undoes the straps behind my head and pulls away my mask. I look
up into his handsome smiling face.

Rupert! I suddenly remember his name, something weird starting with R:
Rupert!

He pulls the gag from my painfully cramped jaw and frees my wrists.

"Are you letting me go?" I stammer as my mouth regains the ability to move.

Master laughs. "You genuinely don't remember?" I shake my head. "Wow that
is exactly what I hoped for, but I couldn't imagine it would really
happen. On Friday, after too many WCKDs and tequila slammers, you admitted
that you dream about spending years chained up and being abused. I thought
I'd make it come true -- at least for a weekend."

He helps me to my feet and guides me up the stairs.

"You were so drunk by the time we got home, I hoped you'd forget all about
telling me about your fantasies."

An hour later, he shows me, showered, fed and in clean clothes, out the
door. On the front step he pulls me against his broad chest, wraps his arms
around me and kisses me gently.

"Come over tonight?" He asks. "I'll let you sleep in my bed." He bends over
me and whispers in my ear, "unless you prefer to sleep in chains."

THE END