BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR !!!
Bound in my heavy leather, leather lined, SJ/SS combination, suspended 12 feet off the ground (the ceiling’s here are 16 feet high), in a webbing net, means, That this “Good Fairy,” has fully granted his wish- “Escape is not an option” - Every orifice plugged, totally sensory deprived, totally helpless, yet totally, safely supported, in every way. He’s there for a very long time… Be careful what you wish for 😱
The business executive disappeared on the way back from the conference. Here we can see him undergoing Drone processing.
He had been cut off from the outside world by the tight latex hood for more than 48 hours hours now. His eyes had been constantly bombarded with colours, shapes, spirals, and the odd word popping up for a split second every so often, “OBEY”, “SERVE”, “SUCK”, “EMPTY”. In his ears he heard nothing but white noise and a feint voice repeating, “You are a Drone”, Drones have no thoughts”, “Drones have no free will”, Drones have no independence”, “Drones serve”, “Drones obey their Master”. He was being fed a sweet smelling gas through the pipe connected to the front of the hood. Little did he know that with every breath the gas was literally shutting down his brain function.
The processing was 70% finished, in a few more hours he would emerge as another DRONE for the Master to use for a few days and then sell into a live of permanent servitude
Yesterday he was fit and healthy guy in his late 30s - this is him now.
He’d decided to go back into work - even though he could easily continue to work from home - there was a load of paperwork back in the office that had needed dealing with since before lockdown. He followed government advice to avoid the peak hours and made sure to keep his distance from other passengers on the bus.
He spent a full day in the office, which was mostly devoid of staff, working through a shed-load of papers and documents. It was well after 6pm when he finished so he thought it would be okay to use the underground. On his way back to his flat he picked up a take-away for dinner. After eating his meal and slugging a couple of beers he started to feel a headache coming on. He took a couple of Ibuprofens and went to bed.
Here he is first thing in the morning. He’s still fighting the virus - but it’s futile. It’s only a matter of time before his body gives in and accepts its new DRONE status.
SERVE and OBEY.
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”Well, boy, that’ll do for starters but kick those jeans off your ankles. You can forget about wearing clothes anytime soon. Bitches go naked, so get used to it. And you can kiss your pubes and the rest of your body hair goodbye, too. Men have body hair, not bitchboys like you. Can’t have my bitches masquerading as Real Men now, can we? Now what did your Master tell you before he sent you over here?”
“He just told me to come over here and do whatever you tell me to, sir.”
“Is that all?”
“Well, boy, then let me explain things to you. Your Master, he just sold you to me.”
“He…He…sold me to you?”
“That’s what I said, boy, isn’t it.”
“But why, sir. Why did he sell me to you?”
“He said he enjoyed turning you out, making you his fag-bitch, and then training you up, right. But now it was time for him to move on. From what he said, he’s got another boy he’s gonna be starting in on tonight and he’ll need to spend full-time training him up – like he trained you. So he sold you to me. And I will say, he charged a good price for you.”
“But…but he never said anything to me about…about selling me.”
“Why would he, boy? You were his faggot fuck-bitch – his property. His property to use however he wanted and to dispose of when he got tired of it. Which he did. To me. And now you’re my property. To use however I want. Your wishes or wants don’t fit anywhere into the equation.”
“I’m…I’m your property now, sir?”
“Duh? Isn’t that what I just said, boy. You know, your Master assured me you were well-trained, but you seem a little slow on the uptake. And, boy, you better understand that I don’t have a lot of patience. So unless you want to find out first-hand how well I wield a whip, I suggest you pay attention. If I have to repeat myself again, you’re going to start work tomorrow with a body covered in welts. Understand, boy?”
“Good. Now, like I said, the first thing we need to do is get rid of all that hair. My customers expect their boys to be hairless and smooth, so it’s all got to go.”
“Yeah, boy, customers. I’m gonna be whoring you out. Full-time, Gotta earn back all that money I paid for you, boy. Your old Master ever pimp you out, boy?”
“No! No, sir. Never. I mean, he had me service his friends and occasionally lent me to them for a weekend, but he never rented me out to strangers.”
“Yeah, that’s what he said. Just checking. I paid a premium because your Master said you hadn’t been put on the market before and I just wanted to be sure that he wasn’t shitting me. I don’t like buying boys who’ve already been selling it. They pick up too many bad habits. This way I get to train you the way I want you to be.”
“What…what will I have to do with these…these customers?”
“Oh, that’s easy, boy. Whatever they tell you to do. My boys don’t have any limits, so you just do whatever they tell you to do. Regardless.”
“There’s…there’s no limits on what they can do to me, sir?”
“There’s no limits on what they can do to any of my boys, besides the standard ones – no broken bones, no permanent damage. Other than that, they can do any thing they want to you. And you’re expected to take it – and make sure they have a good time, too, so they’ll rent you again. Understand?”
“I…I guess so, sir? But, sir, how long…how long are you going to be…renting me out?”
“How long? Fuck, boy, I’m gonna be renting you out until your pussy’s just too damn loose for my customers to enjoy. And then, I’ll just sell you to someone else. There’s always some dude who likes to fist boy-twat or has some dogs he wants to reward and who doesn’t much care whether his boy has a sloppy cunt To be honest, what they do to one of my boys after I sell them isn’t something that concerns me in the slightest. But don’t worry, boy. A new whore like you should last two, maybe three, years.”
“Oh, my God….Oh, fuck.”
“Boy, there’s no reason to start crying. What did you expect? You’re a fucking faggot fuck-bitch. What did you expect? I’m gonna work you till your cunt gives out and then just sell you off when it does, unless – and this has only happened a couple times, boy – you impress one of my customers enough that he decides he wants to purchase you before your cunt is totally ruined. But, to do that, boy, you’ve got to go out of your way to make a customer’s experience truly memorable, something he can’t get enough of. And, because you can’t tell ahead of time which customer might have both the desire to own his own boy and the financial resources to afford it, you have to exert yourself with every customer. Every customer. Do you think you could do that, boy?”
“I…I don’t know, sir. But, I’m definitely going to try. I’m definitely going to try to impress every one of my customers. I promise you that.”
“Well, then, boy. Let’s get you shaved down and then I’ll start putting you through your paces. But, I’m warning you, boy. I’m a demanding Master and you’ll have to work hard to impress me. You’ll have to work very hard, indeed.”
“Don’t worry, sir. I will. You’ll see. You’ll see. I’ll do whatever it takes to impress my customers. Whatever it takes.”
I’m sure you will, boy. I’m sure of that. That spiel never fails to light a fire under a new fuck-bitch. A few months down the road, I’ll probably have to resort to the whip to make sure this one continues to exert himself, but for now he’ll be everything a customer could want. And, who knows? With his looks and his body, it’s not totally beyond the realm of possibility that some customer will want to purchase him. And, so long as I make a healthy profit, I’ll sell him the bitch, too. It’s not likely, of course. But there’s always a chance that one of my customers will get so enamored that he’ll part with the big bucks just to own one of my boys. And, as long as there is, this bitch is going to be doing everything he can to make sure his customers have a good time – regardless of what vile or disgusting things they subject him to. He’s gonna be a real money-maker, this one is. A real money-maker.
Goddammit. All the little bitch had to do was clean the fucking house while I was at work. That’s all. But, instead, the lazy whore spent the whole day playing video games and talking to his slacker friends. I bust my ass at work to make a buck and then I come home and find the house a total mess. That really pisses me off. Big time.
Well, I’m gonna teach the little cunt a lesson. I’m gonna ream the shit out of his tight boy-hole and then, when I’m finally finished with it, I’m gonna call some of my friends and have them come over and all take a go at the slut’s fuck-hole. And I’m gonna tell them not to hold back, not in the slightest.
They’re gonna do such a number on his teenage boypussy that he won’t be able to sit down tomorrow to play his fucking video games. And I’m gonna tell my little bitch that the next time he doesn’t do what he’s told, they’re gonna bring their dogs with them and he’ll find out just how big a real bitch he is. One way or another, this little cuntboy is gonna learn to do what he’s told. One way or another.
It was the bitch’s first week as a fuck-slave and it still wasn’t used to getting dicked even though it’d been taking three or four loads every day it had been imprisoned in its new Master’s basement. In fact, it was so new that it still thought of itself as a straight man - it still thought it might have a future life as something other than a fuck-toy for Real Men. Give the little bitch a month, though. In a month, it’ll realize that this is all she wrote. This is its life from now on - taking dick up its pussy or down its throat, drinking hot Man-piss straight from the spigot, serving as a whipping boy for any Man who gets a hankering for seeing it writhe and squirm in pain. It’s a fuck-slave now and soon enough even it’ll realize that. After all, they always do. Eventually, they always do.
How I Became a Fag Slave…
… and Learned to Love It.
“Good morning, slaves. I was going to let you sleep in a bit longer this morning but something happened last night that needs to be dealt with this morning.”
I told them about what happened the night before between 6 and the student who tried to fuck him and 6’s reaction. I explained that 6 was correct he was not supposed to be fucked and the student knew this, however it was not his place to enforce that rule. He knew I was monitoring things and should have simply said, “No, that is not permitted, Sir. So now, as the Headmaster has decided the group of potential Masters will decide the fate of both parties. So this morning, right before breakfast for the students there will be what amounts to a trial to not only decide innocence or guilt but will decide punishment as well. As slaves we would normally not be allowed to testify as we are not considered persons before the law but since I am the only witness the Headmaster is permitting me to tell what happened. So let’s go get this over with. 6, my advice to you would be to be humble and accept your fate and when the time comes to take your punishment and thank the students for their justice.”
We went to the auditorium where the students were already assembled. 6 was directed to stand in position on the stage while the slaves and myself sat on the floor in front of the students. The Headmaster asked Briggs what he had to say.
“Sir, I am sorry. I let the wrong head do the thinking. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I was so horny I did it anyway. I ask for no mercy from my fellow students I will accept any punishment that they decide.”
The Headmaster said, that makes things easy. He invited me to come on stage to simply state what happened. When I was done telling the story and answering a few questions from the Headmaster about the slave’s training. I along with Briggs and the other slaves were dismissed for the students to deliberate on the punishments. It was surprisingly quick maybe because the students were hungry and wanted breakfast.
We were called back into the auditorium and Briggs and 6 took their positions on the stage. The Headmaster turned first to 6 and said, “The students have decided that your punishment will be in two parts. Immediately you will be coated head to toe with hot pepper ointment the next level above what was used previously. Once you are fully coated including your eyelids, nostrils, and inside your mouth. Then it will be inserted into your piss slit for the full length of your cock. The punishment will be repeated again after the Masters take your virginity and the ointment will be in addition inserted into your ass hole.
“Thank you Sirs for your fair and just punishment.”
He stood there while the ointment was applied to his entire body. Even from where I was sitting I could see him sweating from the heat. The Headmaster laughed and said go ahead and sweat it will only make it burn more.
The Headmaster then turned to Briggs and said, “It has been decided that you are banned from participating in the auction. You are to be immediately stripped naked and locked in chastity. Briggs started to undress bowing his head in shame. He placed his hands behind his head and allowed himself to be locked. The Headmaster continued, “You will remain locked until graduation. You will be also stay naked through the first week of classes and then for the remainder of the year will only be permitted to wear clothes to meals and classes. After dinner until breakfast you will be naked. You will also be naked for gym class. You will also be assigned to the cheerleader squad for all the sporting events and will cheer naked at home and away games. Any further infraction no matter how small you will have to no only remain naked all the time you will graduate naked. And a second infraction will lead to your enslavement yourself.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
The Headmaster, added that he might want to get friendly with his fellow students because anal stimulation is the only way you are going to relieve any pressure down below. With that the students and Briggs went to breakfast and the slaves followed me to the hallway outside of the dining hall where they mounted small platforms and their right ankles were shackled to a short chain. There they will be available for inspection and questions from the students until lunch. After lunch they would have a small break before the auction begins in the mid-afternoon.
Once the students started leaving the dining hall they started checking out the slaves including asking them to display their holes so the students could see that they were still virgins. A few of the students asked 6 if he felt like he was on fire. He smartly answered that he did and thanked them again for his fair and just punishment that he had learned his lesson and would be a better slave because of it.
When we got back to the classroom for their break before the auction everyone was checking on 6 to see how he was doing with his punishment. He said it burned but he was handling it. I told them all to go clean up for the auction but warned 6 that the water was only going to cause the burning to increase but I expected him to do a through job of cleaning up. I reminded them that this auction will determine their fate for the rest of their lives, to act accordingly.
One hour before the auction I lead the slaves to the hallway outside the auditorium where the platforms had been moved. I said you will wait here for the time for you to make your entrance. I expected them to enter each in turn and while they did so the auctioneer would read off their stats and their statements about why the students should them to be their slaves. You will walk on stage and take the position marked out for you. After a few introductory remarks and Soundproof box will be lowered over each of you. The students will still be able to see you but you will not be able to see them. I told them I know it will be uncomfortable standing there but they should remember that the longer it took for the auction meant the higher the price they were bringing and in turn the higher the price they bring the more valuable they will be to their Masters. The more valuable you are to your Master hopefully the better he will treat you because you don’t break something you spend a lot of money on.
The slaves mounted their platforms and the students started to come in and take their seats. Many of them took a moment to feel at least one or two of the slaves. One of the students I remembered from last night, I believe his name is Jayson English, made a point of squeezing each slave by the balls just enough to gauge its reaction to pain. Once all the students had entered. I gathered the slaves and told them to walk in with their heads held high but to keep their eyes lowered and submissive.
“Be proud of yourselves you have earned it. Walk in and take your positions. Remember the boxes will come down over you so that you cannot see or hear but don’t let that worry you. You got this. It’ll be over soon enough.”
I stuck my head in the door to hear the Headmaster give the rules for the auction. “Take your seats in the first three rows of the auditorium. As long as you remain seated in those seats you will be still in the running for the auction. When the bid amount gets too much for you stand and move to one of the rows behind and you will be out of the auction. There will be no bidding the price will increase on the board over here, so keep an eye on that. OK, we are ready for the slaves.”
Slave number 1 entered and walked down the center aisle, an announcer read off his stats and then his statement that had been posted. “I was looking forward to going home on break but now just a slave, no longer a real man. I was really upset with its father at first, but Alpha slave has done a great job of training me. I really hope that when I get a Master, Master will allow me to keep playing my music. Either way, Alpha slave has taught me the behavior I am expected to show Master. Master will be in charge.” He took his position.
Slave 2 was next as like 1 his updated stats were read and then his statement. “I may not be the best looking one of the group but I am a dedicated slave. What I lack in my appearance I will make up in my service. I promise that I will work on my skills until the are perfected to way you like them, whether it’s a blowjob, being a urinal, or your own masochist. Please consider me as your future slave.”
Slave 3 entered his stats were read then his statement, “I am a hard worker and will do anything and everything in my power to satisfy my master and make him happy. Not only will I be of use to my master in the bedroom, I can also cook and clean. I will take what ever punishment my master sees fit if I do anything wrong.”
Next it was 4’s turn. His stats were read and his statement, “I am good at being of use sexually as most of you know. I look forward to being used by my future Master in any way He wishes. I promise I will be the best slave for you ever.”
It was 5’s turn His stats and statement were read. “I believe I will make a good slave for any master. I am physically fit with a good body and I am happy to take any role required. During my recent training I have learned that I no longer have any say in what happens to my body. It belongs to my master and he will do whatever he pleases with it. I am trained in the art of oral pleasure for any Master and my ass is willing to take any cock or toy my master wishes to use on it. I have a reasonably high pain threshold and will take any punishment given with gratitude. Thank you for your consideration and I hope I can serve you well.”
Finally 6 entered. His stats and statement were read. “I served as your quarterback and I did my best and was a success leading our team to an undefeated season. I will do my best for my Master and do everything in my power to help him be as successful.”
Once they all were on stage the students whooped and hollered you could tell them were excited and looking to get things going. The Headmaster made a signal and the glass bubbles were lowered over the slaves. In a matter of moments he announced that bidding would start at $5,000 for the right to be able to own one of the slaves which slave each Master would receive would be determined at a later date. Every minute the bid went up $250. Not a single student left there seats until the bid amount reached $7,500 two students got up and took a seat a few seats back to watch but out of the bidding. More left at $10,000 and even more periodically after that. By the time the bid had reach $25,000 half of the students were out of contention. At $50,000 there were only 8 students left. One left at $52,000 and the last one left at $57,000. So the six remaining students would be the new Masters and would each pay the $57,000 final bid.
The Headmaster announced that the winning Master were Benjamin Bellew, Caleb Grayson, Jackson Shields, Ken Clark, Maxwell Pine and Jayson English. The Headmaster instructed the students who did not win to take their former seats and the bubbles were raised off the slaves. He announced that there would be a break for dinner and after dinner everyone was invited to return to the auditorium for the Marking Ceremony where the slaves would receive their legally required markings as owned slaves.
The slaves stayed in place as the students left to go to dinner. Once they were all gone I joined the slaves on the stage and congratulated them and told them that they had done well. I also told them that I wouldn’t and couldn’t tell them how much they sold for. As slaves it was none of their business that I was kinda surprised they let me witness it. I also told them that the Marking Ceremony would take place here after dinner for the students and new Masters. Each of them would first have their code generated and tattooed on their rear just above their butt crack. Unlike mine I was told they were much smaller now and less obtrusive. They were now one inch square QR codes instead of the old bar codes. I asked if anyone had any questions about the code? 2 wanted to know why the code. I explained that the code would be registered to your future Master and someone who saw you on the street that was concerned you were a runaway slave could scan the code and make sure you were where you were supposed to be. Your Master can also give instructions associated with the code that the person doing the scanning can or cannot make use of your services or not. 4 wanted to know how it would be applied. I explained that like a traditional tattoo it would involve ink and needles but it would be a quick one time prick similar to an ink pad stamp but with needles.
After the code is applied they would receive their “S” slave brand just like mine. They all nodded. I reminded them that yes the branding is going to hurt and it will hurt a lot but they were strong and they could all take it. I reminded them that my entire class had gone through the branding and none of us made a sound except when my Master ordered me to. I challenged them that if they could also manage to not make a sound I would find a way to reward them somehow. That elicited a smile from the group. I could tell they had accepted my challenge.
Soon after the students started coming back in. They took their seats. The Headmaster came in last followed by the State slave officials who would do the actual marking. Each of the slaves were in turn brought to the front and told to turn around and present their asses to the officials. The code was applied rapidly then checked to make sure that it worked. Once that was confirmed a lotion was applied that would make the code permanent.
Finally it was time to brand the slaves. 1 stepped forward when called and was told to get on his knees and put his hands behind his head. He instantly complied and the branding iron was brought on stage in a red hot oven where it was prepared to do its task. I could see 1 sweating as they came towards him with the hot iron. I moved to where he could see me and caught his eye and said keep your eyes on me not the iron. The iron was applied to his left pectoral muscle right over his heart. You could instantly smell the burning flesh but he was done. The same was repeated with each of the slaves and they all managed to keep silent which pleased me. I took a quick look at the Masters in the audience and they all looked pleased at how their new property had taken the pain.
Once the last of slaves were done the Headmaster announced that the slaves were being given the rest of the night off (mostly) they had a long day and there was lots more fun to come over the next week before the rest of the students returned. I gathered the sore slaves and led them back to the classroom where I told them how proud I was of them and that the mostly night off was soon to come. However they would have their wrists shackled tight above their heads and their ankles stretched out and shackled to the opposite wall so that they would not turn over or mess with their brands overnight. We wanted them to heal and leave a clean mark and not make a second branding necessary. Once they were all secure and I went out to collect their reward from the Headmaster who had gotten the new Masters to each masturbate into a cup. I returned to the classroom with their gifts and poured the contents of a cup into the slaves mouth to savor as they slept.
Mark wagged his tail and grinned at his husband through the bars of the cage. “Okay, babe, I’m a naughty puppy.” The rubber tail felt strangely satisfying in his ass. All of this was so new to him, but his dick was rock hard.
Mark had never been very kinky - that was Bruce’s thing, and Bruce had a whole dungeon in the basement of their house devoted to it. But Mark had been noticing that Bruce had been spending a lot of time out hooking up lately, and was getting worried that the passion between the two of them was flagging. It had been months since they’d had sex. One night, he’d raised the subject with Bruce, and out of desperation, he told him he’d be willing to try some kink if Bruce wanted. They made plans to try it out, and now Mark found himself in pup gear, being led on a leash to a kennel and locked inside like his husband’s dog. He hated to admit it, but it was hotter than he expected - he could see why people enjoyed it.
Bruce smiled at him. “Bark, puppy.” Mark blushed. It still felt a little strange. He swallowed his pride and barked. “Woof! Woof!” Bruce grinned broadly. From his spot on all fours, Mark could see Bruce’s meaty cock straining against his leather jockstrap. He hadn’t seen his husband this aroused in ages. Bruce leaned down and pushed a rubber bone into Mark’s mouth, buckling the gag behind his head. “There, puppy - no more barking for awhile.” Mark felt drool trickle down his chin and his cock twitched. He couldn’t believe how how this was.
All of a sudden, he heard the front door open upstairs. He looked at his husband, confused and panicked. They weren’t expecting anyone. Bruce knelt by the kennel and looked at him with pity in his eyes.
“Sorry, boy. I’ve been seeing a new guy and things have been getting pretty serious. I was about to break it to you, but then you suggested this, and I realized there’s a way we can all stay together.”
Mark tried to spit out the bone. This wasn’t funny anymore. He tried to argue but only succeeded in moaning and drooling. He lunged forward and his rubber tail wagged. Bruce stood up.
“I’ll let you calm down a bit before I try letting you out for a walk. Corey is upstairs getting rid of your clothes and stuff, and your collar is electric so you aren’t tempted to run away.” Mark choked back a sob, and Bruce reached in and scratched his hair. “I know it’s an adjustment, but you’ll be a good dog.” Bruce stood and turned toward the stairs, heading up to his new boyfriend and leaving his new dog to whine in its kennel.
Commandment # 2. You are property.
Your master owns you. Everything you do in life is now secondary to your service to him, and will only be allowed to be pursued if he allows it. Your “he” pronoun will be replaced with “it.” You will refer to yourself as “it” instead of “I.” Forget he has a name…to you, he will always be “Sir” or “Master.”
Every Thing Has A Purpose!
The funnel had not been removed from the object’s face in almost 5 years and the object had resigned itself to the reality that it would forever live partially blinded by the black tube in front of his face. Just a portable urinal with the word PIG tattooed across its forehead, the object sought a higher purpose in life and stumbled into it when it’s Master kidnapped it from a local gay bar. It is moved from club to club to satisfy the guests of the highest bidder at each month’s auction. The taste of stale urine permanently caked within the object’s mouth serve to remind the object that it will serve no other purpose in life. It shall live to serve.
The Roommate wanted a relatively kink-free day. Almost everything kink related came off. I went out with him to a bar and had some drinks and lunch wearing no chains, not even a chastity device (with strict orders that if I needed to pee I had to use the urinals, to avoid temptation).
But the collar stayed on. Curious, I asked him, “This stays on though?”
He looked at me and snickered. “Oh, no. That never comes off.”
“Never?” I asked.
He stopped everything. He grabbed the collar and pulled me about a half inch from his face, staring directly into my eyes.
“Never,” he repeated quietly.
(And I have never been more turned on in my life.)