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Ben looked up from his drink and saw the two men eying him from across the bar. They were just his type - a couple, clad head to toe in leather, with the kind of scruffy facial hair that made him completely weak in the knees. Ben hadn’t gotten fucked in weeks. He immediately resented all the coworkers he’d come to the bar with, wishing that he could just go over and talk up the two studs across the room.
He settled for a quick smile in their direction. One of the men grinned back, and pointed at the empty stool next to them. Ben shook his head slightly, and then nodded toward his coworkers. The other man winked and flagged down a bartender.
A moment later, the bartender came over with a drink. One of Ben’s coworkers shook his head. “We didn’t order anything else.” The bartender apologized. “It’s for this gentleman, from those men at the end of the bar.” Ben flushed deep red as his coworkers chuckled, teasing him and asking if he was going to be their bitch. He mumbled a thank you and took the drink, suddenly mortified. He sipped it quickly, suddenly eager to leave.
But a few minutes later, as he finished the drink, he began to feel a tingling sensation in his fingers and toes. He must be drunker than he realized. His coworkers were pretty drunk too, their lively conversation getting louder and rowdier. Ben looked over at the leather daddies. They stood in unison, then one of them looked at Ben and patted his leg. They turned and walked out of the bar.
Ben watched them go and sat for a minute, getting increasingly restless. He finally turned to the group, who were doing a round of shots. “I feel weird,” he mumbled. “I need to get some air.” Nobody acknowledged him. Ben turned and stumbled out of the bar, wandering out into the parking lot.
Outside, Ben found the leather daddies waiting for him. The man patted his leg again. This time, Ben could hear what he was saying. “Come, boy.” Ben mechanically walked to them and stopped. The other man pointed to the ground. “Down, boy.” Ben instantly dropped to his hands and knees, like he was being operated by remote control. The men watched, grinning, then looked at each other. The man who’d winked at him in the bar elbowed his partner. “Aww, come on, you’ve said you wanted a puppy - can we keep him?” The other man hesitated, a playful grin on his face. “I suppose, but it’s your responsibility to feed him and make sure that he gets exercise.” Ben looked up at them helplessly, dumbstruck at their feet. The first man pulled a collar and leash out of his pocket. “I promise, babe - now let’s get him home and play with him.”
Ben didn’t remember much about the weekend. When he went back to work, he told his coworkers he had a bit of stomach flu. They sympathized.
What he didn’t tell them is that his work-personality was barely functioning. There was just enough of him left to keep it running. Otherwise, most of Ben belonged to the Masters now.
Most of the time Ben slept in a dog bed at the foot of the Masters’ bed. Sometimes, when Ben was bad, he was put in a cage. Other time he was brought into bed with the Masters.
He didn’t really need to differentiate between them. They were both his owners, and he loved them both unconditionally now.
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He loved latex. Actually, that would be a bit of an understatement: he lived for latex. He wore it at all times, even to work, and could not stop fantasising about it. He loved the feeling of rubber on his skin, its texture and tightness, its scent, even its taste! He really lived for latex.
So I got him something. A little present of sorts. I drove him to a secluded area of the forest and asked him to put a few drops of oil on his gear. I didn’t tell him what it would do - just that he would love the final results. Then I led him to a sunny clearing and sat on a tree stump.
He looked at me confused. Was something supposed to happen? Did he have to do anything? He went to take a step towards me when his ankle bent the wrong way and he lost balance, falling with a thud on his bum. Thankfully the soft grass cushioned his fall a little, otherwise he probably would’ve been quite pissed off.
He tried to get himself back up but his legs weren’t responding properly. His feet felt numb, and yet surprisingly sensitive. He swore he could even feel the grass he was lying on. He leaned forward and grabbed hold of his left foot. As soon as he did so, a gentle moan escaped his lips. He could feel his hand on the surface of his latex boots, the microvibrations generated from rubbing his clumsy fingertips on the rubbery surface. He gave it a squeeze and found it was empty - his feet was gone!
As he explored his boot, he noticed his lower calves seemingly deflating. He tried to shake them and felt the soil underneath them, the jagged edges of rocks scratching at his rubbery skin. His own rubbery skin. That’s when realisation hit him: he was turning into his gear.
He looked up at me, his frown arched quizzically, his mouth open in disbelief. I simply smiled and nodded: this is your surprise. I hope you like it. He looked down at himself again, seeing the changes travel through his things. His lips slowly curved into a delighted smile - he liked it!
I strode towards him and knelt between his deflated legs, which I started to caress. His reaction was immediate: he leaned his head back and moaned, his body overtaken by the pleasurable sensation. His enjoyment seemed to accelerate the transformation because his things finished deflating and his bulge started flattening, any evidence of gender vanishing. I clawed at it before his anatomy was fully gone and was received with another powerful moan from him.
Without any lower body to hold his weight, his upper body descended onto the grass. The transformation was quickly progressing up his chest and down his arms, his moans subsiding as his lungs disappeared.
I lay on him and planted a kiss on his lips. He tried to say ‘thank you’ but there was no air left for his vocal chords to work. Besides, once the transformation reached his neck, his head started darkening and turning rubbery. His mouth pouted and protruded, turning into a mask. He looked at me one last time before his eyes closed forever.
I collected all his pieces, still warm from the transformation, and drove him back to our apartment. I laid him on the bed, ready to be worn, and then invited a common friend of ours over to have some nighttime fun.
As I put him on, I could feel his latex body vibrating, emitting its own body heat. I could tell he was still alive, still conscious, and very much looking forward to the first night of his new existence.
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His entire lower half was gone. His legs had already merged with his ballsack and his lower torso was slowly turning into a shaft, blue veins crawling up under his malleable skin.
“What are you, boy?” he asked, holding me by the neck. His grip was so tight, so firm and dominant.
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The Bus Boy — An interview with a trader on how he abducted, tortured, and eventual sold a man.
Cell — A prisoner is in the process of being broken.
Chet Pectoral — A young stud agrees to be a slave in exchange for his lover’s life and freedom.
Chronicles Of A Slave Trader — The day to day life of a slave trader and the guys he brakes.
Conversion — After fantasising about it for years a man agrees to be a urinal.
Dad’s Drinking Buddies — A son discovers a secret not even his dad knows.
Duped — An Arab seduces a potential slave and grooms him for the role.
Falsely Enslaved — While biking across country, a young man is abducted and enslaved.
Girlfriend’s Step-dad Kidnaps Me — Just what is says on the tin—only hotter!
A Long Way From Home — While hitch-hiking a man is taken to be bound.
My Son In The Bar — A dad discovers his son is a slut and takes advantage—to unexpected results!
Sex Toy Enslavement — A brutal story of men being broken down to be toys for rich men.
Sperm Cow — A jock is milked for everything he has.
Spike’s Piercing Parlour — A man decides to teach his sun how to be a sex pig like him.
Stud Farm — A life in the day of a stud on the farm.
Submissive Black Thug — A Wealthy businessman gets kicks by renting out a straight black man to abuse.
Tables Were Turned — After kidnapping and training boys for years a slaver is about to get his comeuppance.
Training The Marine — Having bought a marine as a slave an Arab now has the job of breaking him down/
Trapped Muscle Cop — A himbo muscle-cop is outsmarted and blackmailed to be a sex toy.
Vincenvi’s Removals — Need someone to disappear? This guy will take care of them.
Warehouse — What do you do with a slave when you don’t want it?
What I learned From Dad — After unknowingly teasing his dad for years a jock is about to trained as a cocksucker.
Beastmen Forest — A fallen soldier suffers pain, love and loss.
The Deep Dark — Having been caught masturbating a boy is about to be introduced to sex the hard way by a lot of burly men.
Eclosion — An inmate is introduced to a prison where he will be reconditioned.
Gigilo — A cheating boyfriend is mane to suffer.
Gyakuten — A mob boss blackmails a cop who has been giving him problems.
Man-Cunt — After a failed takeover a general is about to be deformed. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!
The Muscle House — A scientist is about to takeover a gym and make the gym-goes his slaves.
Paradise of the Sow — A POW takes revenge on a traitor.
School Daze — A gloryhole cocksucker gets more than he bargained for.
Showing Who’s Dominant — A fight for dominance takes a twist.
Trophy — A cop is abducted to be a sex toy and trophy.
Quick Dip — An encounter at the school pool quickly escalates.
Policeman’s Trap — A troublesome cop is removed and sold.
MASTER TRAINER PRIMER - INDEX
Begging for Beginners
Boot Worship Explained (popular)
Caining / Lashes
Chastity Explained (VERY POPULAR)
Chastity Testing - the milk and measure technique (popular)
Chastity via over-stimulation
Cleanliness and Body Odour
Daily Grind (popular)
Dealing with a cashed-up-sub
Dealing with a no-show
Dominance and Anger
Dominant Language (popular)
Dom Personality Profiles Part 1
Dom Personality Profiles Part 2
Dom / Switch / Sub Nature
Doms need love too
Drinking Piss Explained (VERY POPULAR)
Electro Stimulation Explained
Erotic Humiliation Explained
Faggot vs Slave (popular)
Foot worship explained
Good reasons to serve more regularly
How to avoid Dom Fatigue
Improve your sub-talk
Introducing your slave to your mum !
I don’t understand why someone would want to submit ?
I Want My Boyfriend To Be My Owner (popular)
Learn Not to Suck at Sucking Cock ! (VERY POPULAR)
Limits Training Explained (popular)
Marking your Property Incrementally
No Time for Training
Painless Bottoming (popular)
Pleasing vs Submitting (popular)
Psychology of BDSM - Chastity (popular)
Psychology of Bondage - Father Son
Psychology of BDSM - The Giver
Punishment Explained (popular)
Puppy Play Explained
Self-Talk and Guided Self-Talk
Setting Time Limits for Online Slaves
Skull-fucking Explained (popular)
Slave etiquette (popular)
Tethered vs Owned
Tell Don’t Ask ! (popular)
The Dangers of Being a Faggot
The Popularity of Puppy Play
Using Objects as Avatars (popular)
Video and Photography
Why all the rough stuff ?
CHARTS / REFERENCE
Basic Hand signals(popular)
Basic Hand signals - numbers (popular)
Dominance Chart (popular)
Human Pup Training Guide (VERY POPULAR)
SMS Training (popular)
Subservience Chart (VERY POPULAR)
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“What did your daddy tell you about me?” I asked Danny’s son, who looked remarkably like Danny did when we were both 19.
“Not very much, but he did tell me you looked out for him when you were in the Army together,” Danny’s son answered.
“Yeah, I did what I could, but there was one thing I couldn’t do. I couldn’t keep him from getting fucked by half the soldiers in the Army. I can’t even count the number of times I slid my cock in your father’s ass, only to have it come out covered in who-knows-how-many-men’s loads. I’m not going to make that mistake with you, though. I’m going to own you,” I told him.
“But I’m not gay,” Danny’s son protested.
“Neither is your father. But that doesn’t keep him from taking care of horny men, and it won’t keep you from taking care of me. I’m going to own you mind, body, and soul, and I’m going to take care of you in ways I never could with your father, who had your mother and you to take care of as well. Now, take your shirt off. I’m going to give you your master’s cock for the first time,” I said.
“Dad will be back any minute,” the boy warned, although he pulled off his shirt as I stripped.
“No, he won’t,” I answered. “He won’t be back until I text him that I am ready for him to come back. And he won’t be surprised to see my load on your face when he returns.”
Just like his father, the boy was a champ. He struggled with my big cock in his throat and his ass, but he never complained.
When Danny came back with dinner, he smiled when he saw his son standing there, naked, with my load dripping off his face. “I take it you’re happy with him?” Danny asked me.
“Happy with both of you,” I answered. “Now let’s eat, and after dinner I’ll decide which one of you will get my load inside you.”
Both of them had small dicks, so I could not tell if Danny, who was still dressed, was as hard as his son was when I said that. I knew they would both do anything I asked to be the one I chose. The rest of the weekend I’d be fucking Danny, though. I knew he was going to miss his son when I took him away with me, so I wanted to remind him his son would be well taken care of with me.
What I Am Seeking
I am seeking a full time master / slave arrangement with essentially no limits. My hope is to find someone with whom I will be able to trust that, even though I have no choices once we begin, I will not fear being hurt. My potential master will be someone in whom I can place ultimate trust.
Once I agree to give up my former life to enter a new life of service I dont want there to be any possibility of being able to escape or be rescued from what i have gotten myself into. It IS extreme no doubt; but for it to be REAL it also has to have consequences and those consequences MUST be ABSOLUTE!.
While I have spent a lot of time describing my ideal arrangement of serving as a full time urinal while being locked away in a cage, or another means of confinement for the rest of my life, I understand that this may not be realistic in every situation. At a minimum, however, for me to enter into a lifetime arrangement, I have certain expectations which must be met:
- I enter into a master/slave agreement with the understanding that I will be serving as a slave for the rest of my life.
- Serving as a urinal will be one of my primary functions. Ideally, I would serve a household which had many male members, or potentially several visitors, so that my service as a piss slave would be needed several times per day.
- While it might not be practical for me to be locked in a cage for the rest of my life, a collar and cuffs would need to become a permanent part of me.
- Purely because I do not have a passport, and lack the time to obtain one, I am willing to relocate to anywhere in the United States for the right opportunity. I currently live in Minneapolis, MN, and potential masters who happen to live in the general area will probably get a better reaction from me, but I will relocate, at my own expense, for the right situation.
- In a request that I am sure to regret, I ask that once I begin service, that a locking butt plug be secured inside of me. This would be locked inside of me at all times, unless I was eliminating waste, or serving as a hole for my masters pleasure.
My own personal quest for this life started long ago. I probably had my first internal feelings for this level of captivity and abuse when I was just a young boy of about 6 or 7. The feelings have come and gone over the years, but have NEVER gone away.
The fictional story of my first day as a slave, at least how I picture it happening. There is a major difference between fantasy and reality, but maybe both the fantasy aspects and the reality of life can live in the same space.
Not sure how wed do it safely or legally, but spending an evening as the bar urinal is something I would like to try. Id probably end up drinking the piss of hundreds of guys in a night, a very hot thought to me.
For me to enter into an arrangement where I give up my current life and turn my life over to the control of a master, we must start with a single agreement Once I commit, there is no turning back
While I have always had an interest in bondage, I started the process of actually seeking to become a full time sex slave about 7 years ago. In that time, Ive learned a lot, and met a lot of interesting people. Its time for me to commit to actually becoming the slave I have dreamed about for so long, or choose to give up the search and pursue in life.
One thing I am certain will happen is that on the first day that I become a full time slave, I will be very excited. The second day, however, I am relatively certain that I will have second thoughts. It doesnt mean, however, that I made the wrong choice.