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I was at a bar by myself, drinking some beer and watching a basketball game on the big screen. I had a rough day at work, and this was my way of unwinding for the night. I had maybe three drinks when a guy sat next to me. I didn't pay much attention at first, but he started talking to me, and after a few minutes we were discussing the game, the strategy, and things like that. We chatted for a while, and sometime in there I got up and used the bathroom.
I was at the urinal, doing my thing. I heard the door open...again, didn't pay much attention at first. I finished, and when I turned around I saw the guy at the sink, the guy who was sitting next to me. He was washing his hands in a sink, but a similar sink was next to it, so I washed my hands there. I said "hi" but nothing else. That's when everything went downhill.
When I turned to walk out, he stood in front of the door, in my way. I went to walk around him, excusing myself, but he put his hand on my shoulder. "I don't think so, John."
My face froze. I looked him in the eye...unsure what to do. "How do you know my name?"
"You can't leave yet." He half-turned to the door and locked it.
"Wait...what?" I was completely confused.
"You aren't leaving until you suck my dick." He said it in a matter of fact tone...not even a sense of joking.
"What the fuck...get out of my way man." I tried to push him to the side. He was a lot bigger than me...easily 8-9 inches taller and a lot bigger. Muscular. He grabbed me and easily pushed me to the wall.
"Maybe you didn't hear me, bitch!" he yelled. His hand went around my throat, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he forced me to look at him in the face. "You aren't going anywhere until you suck my dick."
"Look man, I don't know if I gave you the wrong impression, if I said something that made you think I was interested.....but I'm not even gay. I...I was just talking to you in the bar."
"I didn't ask if you are gay. I clearly told you that you aren't leaving until you do what I say. Now if you don't get on your knees right now, I'm going to hurt you. And hold your hands behind your back"
I looked him in the eye. He wasn't kidding. He had a gleam in his eye that told me he was completely serious. He was willing to hurt me, and he was more than able. Reluctantly, I slunk down to my knees. His hand was still on my face. I looked up at him. "I...can't. Come on man..."
His grip on my neck and face tightened. "STOP calling me 'man,' you little bitch. If you talk to me you call me MASTER, you got it fag? Now shut the hell up and unzip my pants."
I didn't express it, but inside I scoffed. There was no way I was calling this guy "Master." "Can you let me up?"
He let go of my face and smacked me. He hit so hard I fell to the side; I had to catch myself on the wall to keep from falling. My face burned, I blinked a few time to see straight. I turned back to him and started to get up, but he grabbed my hair and held me in position on my knees. "For the last time...you aren't leaving until I say you can. Now if you don't stop talking and do what I say, I'm going to get mad, and you don't want that."
I felt a lump in my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Please..."
"Unzip my pants with your teeth. NOW." He pushed my face to his crotch. His belt and fly were an inch from my face, and a bulge was growing in his jeans.
I was sick to my stomach and really did not want to do this, but it was apparent I had no choice. His hand still tightly clenched in my hair, I used my tongue to get the zipper out and my teeth to pull it down. I closed my eyes as I unzipped him....I didn't want to see.
At that moment someone pounded on the door. My heart skipped a beat. The man who held me on my knees yelled that he would be done in a minute.
He used his free hand to adjust his open fly, and his rock hard dick sprung out. It was MUCH bigger than mine...at least 8 inches. It hovered, the tip level with my nose.
"Don’t just stare at it like it's gonna do a trick, dumbass!" he scolded. "Open that mouth."
I still had resistance in me. I turned my head as best I could and clenched my mouth shut.
Faster than I could realize, he kicked my balls. I grunted but could barely flinch, his hand still holding me upright. My hands were behind me, fingers interlocked. I didn't dare move them. The pain shot through my body and began to ache horribly. He repeated his order for me to open my mouth. I shut my eyes and opened up.
I felt it go between my lips, on my tongue. I was horrified. I was straight...this was not something I was supposed to do. It went farther back until I thought I would gag. This was impossible though, his cock actually blocked and passage for me to gag.
He held me there. I could feel his pubes tickling my nose. My gag reflex was going...trying its best to expel the cock in my throat. He moaned a little...my reflexes were massaging his cock.
"Open your eyes, girl... look at me!"
I slowly opened my eyes. The only thing I saw first was his pubes in my face. I looked up and caught his gaze down at me. I looked him dead in the eye while he pulled my face away from him, only to push it back. He went slowly at first...enjoying my mouth. His cock tasted sweaty and was hot in my mouth.
He produced a cell phone from his pocket and flipped it open. In an instant, I knew what he was doing. He must have seen the terror in my eyes because he told me that if I took my mouth off his cock he would knock my teeth out with his boot. I watched helplessly as he slowly fucked my face and took pictures on his phone.
"You're going to be a good bitch now...kiss the end of my cock while you look up at me smiling. Lick it." I did as I was told...forcing a strained smile while I obeyed him.
He forced himself in my mouth again. He pumped harder and started to speed up. He put both his hands around my head and thrust his hips into me. He went faster, at a maniacal pace. He wasn't looking at me anymore, but I didn't dare take my eyes off of him. His head rolled back and his fingers tightened around my head. He moaned loud, and I suddenly I felt his cum in my mouth. It filled my mouth, dribbled down my throat.
He held my head in place, his semi-hard cock still in my mouth. "Swallow it. Any that you drop you’re licking off the floor."
He pulled his now-flaccid cock from my mouth. I knew he was not kidding. I closed my eyes and braced myself. I gulped it down quickly...trying not to think of what I had just done.
He laughed, and made me open my mouth and look up so he could see that I had, indeed, obeyed him. He zipped his pants and ordered me to stand. I did so quick...happy to get off the men's room floor.
"Give me your wallet," he said with his hand extended.
"Come on man...I can't-"
"You will call me Master, bitch! Now give me your wallet!"
I sighed, reached in my pocket, and handed him my wallet. I stood impatiently waiting for him to let me leave.
He flipped it open, took my license out, and tossed the wallet back to me.
"Here’s the deal. You are going to follow me outside and get in my truck. Don’t try to run, don't ask questions, just do it. Got me?"
"And if I don't?"
"I'm pretty sure that's a question...but I'll tell you anyways. If you don't, I will find you." He held up my license. "I will find you, your family, friends, I'll find where you work. And everyone you know is going to get a copy of these pictures I took."
My stomach twisted in knots. He had me. He would easily be able to find where I live, follow me to work, to friends. He had pictures of me sucking him off. I briefly considered cops. I couldn't do that! I would have to tell them everything...they would see the pictures...everyone would know what I did.
I stood there, realizing my life was being turned upside down, when he walked out the door. It seemed like 10 minutes, but it was only a few seconds before I opened the door walked out, and headed to the exit, a few steps behind my new Master.
****
We walked to his truck outside, which was in the farthest, darkest spot available. The truck was big...probably a three-ton. The bed had a cap on it with tiny windows as decoration. I watched as he opened the tailgate and told me to get in.
Realizing I had little choice, I reluctantly crawled onto the bed. He ordered me to sit up, which I did. He produced a pair of handcuffs and locked my wrists behind my back. He picked up a roll of duct tape from the truck bed and wrapped it around my eyes. He didn't tape my mouth, but pushed me back into the truck bed and slammed the tailgate shut. Moments later the truck started and we were moving.
I was in complete darkness. I slid myself towards the cab, and rested against the side of the truck bed and cap. I needed to buckle down and think. What was going to happen to me? What did this guy want? There was no way for me to escape at the moment...I couldn't see, my hands were cuffed and we appeared to be flying up a highway.
It must have been an hour later that we started to slow down and make some turns. The entire time I was going through everything in my head...what he made me do. What he said. It played over and over in my head. But then we stopped. The engine cut. I heard the driver’s door open and shut.
Soon afterwards, I heard the tailgate unlock and open. At his orders, I crawled towards him and slid out of the truck. He grabbed my left arm tightly by the bicep and walked. I kept my pace with him, hoping I wouldn't trip over myself in the dark. We stopped, and I heard him unlocking a door. He pulled me with him, stepping inside.
He took my blindfold off, and it took me a second for my eyes to adjust to the light from his home. We were in his kitchen. It was very nice...a large place. He seemed very clean...nothing was out of place.
He led me to the living room, where he unlocked my hands from behind me and relocked the cuffs in front. He warned me the whole time of how he would not tolerate me fighting back. Not that I had a chance anyways....he never once let go of my wrist while he switched the cuffs up front.
He stood in front of me and unbuckled my belt. I begged him not to, but he pulled them down and pulled on them so I had to step out of them to avoid falling. He tossed my jeans to the side, reached in his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. He opened the blade easily with one hand. He had a glint in his eye and licked his lips as he slit my shirt from the neck down. I closed my eyes, terrified he was going to knick me. He grabbed the side of my boxers by the elastic, and I heard the blade tear through them. I opened my eyes and I was naked in front of him.
He sat in a large leather chair and ordered me to kneel. I slowly knelt and scooted to him on command.
"I guess it's time you learn just exactly what is going on," he said. He stared at me for a second, taking in the sight of me naked and kneeling in front of him. He explained to me that he had always wanted a slave whom he could control, use and abuse, and I was it. "From now on...you are mine. You will do everything I say, when I say it, how I say it, or you will be severely punished. You will do housework; you will be my sex slave. I will do what I want with you. I'm going to torture you, I'm going to break you down, I'm going to make you my personal little bitch, and there is nothing you can do about it. If you try to escape, I'll send the pictures of you sucking my cock to everyone you know. I own you, bitch, so you better get used to it."
He paused, and asked if I had questions. He advised me this would be the only time I would ever be allowed to question him.
"Please don't do this to me....I can't do t his. Let me go...I won't say a word. But I'm not....gay. I can't do this....." My voice cracked as I spoke.
He chuckled. "Boy...I've already done it to you. I don't give a rat’s ass if you're gay or not. From now on you're my little faggot, and you'll do as I say. Anything else?"
A tear ran down my face. My voice cracked some more. "What are you going to do to me? When can I go?"
Master smiled a wicked grin and leaned forward. He was almost face to face with me now. "Slave, you can't go. You are mine forever....this is your new home. And I just gave you a summary of what will happen to you....trust me you will find out more as we go along."
I let out an innocent sounding sob. I knew he was serious. I was trapped here. He was blackmailing me from escaping, even if I was able to get out of my chains.
He leaned back comfortably in his chair. "My feet are killing me. Why don't you take my boots and socks off and make them feel better?"
His feet were directly in front of me, so, with shaking hands I unlaced both work boots and set them aside. I took his socks off and set them next to the boots. I sat back and looked up at him.
"When I said make them feel better, I didn’t mean just take my boots off. Clean them with your tongue, boy! And clean them good."
I put my cuffed hands on the floor for balance as I essentially bowed down to the man who was now my Master. His shoes had been on all day...I could tell by the sweaty smell. I kissed his right foot a few times, and then his left, hoping this would please him. Of course it didn't...He spread his toes on his left foot and ordered me to clean between them. I closed my eyes, stuck my tongue out and licked between each toe. I licked the tops of his feet, and at his command even sucked on his big toe. My face burned with humiliation...I could not believe thus was happening to me.
When he had finally had his fill, he ordered me back up to my knees and he stood. He attached a chain leash to the chain of my handcuffs and ordered me to follow him, as if I had a choice. We went upstairs and down a long hall to his bedroom.
He had a large bed, with a large wooden headboard and footboard. A chain was wrapped around one of the large wooden legs of the footboard. It was locked with a padlock, and attached to the chain was a short chain with a shackle.
He walked me to the foot of the bed, bent down and locked the shackle around my left ankle. He produced a key from his pocket, unlocked my wrists, only to lock them behind me again. He ordered me to kneel and then he began undressing.
"It's late...time for bed. You aren't allowed in my bed. You will sleep on the floor, locked to the bed. Every night, before I go to bed, you're going to suck my dick."
By now he wore only his boxers, his rock hard cock jutting straight out of the crotch-hole. He stepped toward me and ran his hand through my hair, looking down at me. His cock was pointing right at me.
"Make it feel good, boy."
I sighed, realizing how I did not have much of a choice. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, taking him in. I slid my lips over his shaft, and used my tongue to attw.pt to please him. I bobbed my head back and forth over him, trying not to think of what I was doing.
"Damn you have a hot mouth." he sighed. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock down to the hilt. I tried not to gag, but couldn’t help it. I tried to breathe but barely was able.
"We're going to work on that gag reflex. I want you taking me all the way with no problems."
He thrust his hips faster. I just sat there on my knees with my mouth in an 'o' shape and waited. A second later, he moaned loudly and pushed my face into his crotch, his cock going deeper into my throat. I felt his cock convulse and then the warm feeling of his seed spilling into me. He sighed and thrust a few more times. As he pulled out I felt it on my tongue. He stood for a few seconds with his half erect cock in my mouth. He pulled it out, and at his order I licked the head to clean it.
"Now kiss it and tell me what you are."
I was near vomiting as it was, and this was not going to help. I had to get out and get out fast. But that chance wouldn't come until he was asleep. So I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock.
"I'm...yours." I wasn't sure exactly what he wanted me to say.
"Close enough for now," he laughed and walked to the side of his bed. He turned the light off and reminded me that I had a full schedule tomorrow, so I should sleep. Minutes later, he was snoring.
For the next several hours, I tried to escape. It was pitch black in the room...the curtains blocked the moonlight. I felt the chain on the leg of the bed, felt around the shackle on my leg. I searched the carpet around me for anything I could use to pick the lock. When standing, all I could reach was a dresser, which I quietly rifled through and found nothing. After several long hours, I curled in a ball on the floor. I had to get free...but for now I cried myself to sleep.
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