……..When I wake up in the morning
And the 'larm lets out a warning
I don't think I'll ever make it on time….

 

This is what happens when I watch wholesome TV. Feel free to not comment ;)

 

 

Pinkybell

 

 

Slater saw him at the bar, sitting quietly and blankly watching the news on the screen. He was still gorgeous, all blond and blue-eyed and perfectly dressed – Preppy had just become full grown, all GQ man now. But Slater could see the frayed edges, had known Zach too long to be fooled by that immaculate front. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t seen him in over two years – nothing had changed. Nothing, except one little thing.

 

“Preppy.”

 

Zach turned, smiled his bright smile which quickly dimmed when he realised who it was. Said it all really. “Slater.”

 

Slater held up his hands, slid easily into the stool beside him. “I know, I know. I’ve been busy. Don’t give me that look.” Zach didn’t bite, just turned back to his drink and – he looked really good. “You look really good.” That got a reaction. A quick jerk of the head, surprised eyes all big and blue. “You’ve lost weight. Suits you.”

 

“Mom doesn’t think so.”

 

Slater shrugged. “She’s your mom.”

 

Zach shifted in his seat. Slater watched, liking the almost shy vibe coming off his friend, the way those eyes had trouble keeping eye contact for long. If he was reading this right, this might go easier than he’d anticipated.

 

“Me, I think you could do with losing more. That bulked up look wasn’t you.”

 

Zach shifted again. He didn’t say anything, and Zach lost for words was enough of a novelty that Slater leaned closer, grinning. “You blushing?”

 

“Fuck you.”

 

Slater leaned closer, then backed away. “Buy you a drink?”

 

Zach shook his head. “I’m -.” And that was a blush. Looked like the cluebus had hit. And hit on target. He’d suspected it was a mutual thing, the Thing that had never happened between them in school, but now he knew. Suddenly buzzed and hard, he stood up abruptly, waving the bartender over.

 

“A couple of whatever he’s having, and two Coronas. Send it up to 513.”

 

Zach hesitated only briefly, finishing up his drink in one gulp before following him out to the elevators. The ride up was uncomfortable, and not only because his dick was dying to be set free – which it was going to be soon, and thinking thoughts like that wasn’t helping. He bit his lip, holding back a groan. He didn’t look at Zach, not even when they were walking to his room, not until the door shut behind them and two steps was all Zach took before Slater was on him, pushing him back against the door and kissing that pouty mouth.

 

And Zach was kissing back.

 

~~

 

There wasn’t any talking, no discussion about who was doing what to whom. Slater knew what he wanted and it seemed Zach was on the same page. There was a quick rummage through his pockets for the lube, something he’d put in optimistically, and Zach was lying on his front, naked and lightly tanned white flesh gleaming and making him close his eyes and strangle his dick to stop himself from coming.

 

He managed to dab on some lube on his dick before he was clutching that body, holding on to those wrists and thrusting in hard. It took a few hard thrusts to get his dick in, and when he did feel that hole clench around him, his body just took control and all he could do was rut like some mindless animal and he knew he was going in too hard, too rough, knew it in the back of his mind where he could still think, but he couldn’t stop. His grip tightened on the wrists, and he was grunting and cursing and fucking harder than he’d ever fucked in his life.

 

And when he came, it was a whiteout, a flash in his head that blinded him and made him yell and bite and growl it was so fucking good all over.

 

~~

 

Six weeks in, and he couldn’t get enough. Every spare second he got, the first thought in his head was Zach. Like now. Slater took out his cellphone, ignoring the knowing smirk Don sent to Felicity.

 

“Hey,” Zach said, smile clear in his voice.

 

Slater grinned. He leaned back against the wall, forgetting all about his curious team. “Hey yourself. Busy?”

 

“Always.” Deep sigh. Voices in the background, Zach muttering something back. “How did it go?”

 

“Great. Fantastic. I’m taking you out tonight.”

 

“I can’t – I’ve got this -.”

 

“I’m taking you out tonight.Wear the red thing.” And his dick twitched at the memory of Zach in the red panties.

 

“Slater!” But Zach was laughing. “Don’t say shit like that.”

 

“Pick you up at 7.”

 

“But – yeah, fine, ok. 7.” Zach gave in. He always did, and Slater loved it. They never spoke about it, but they didn’t have to. They fit, yin and yang. It was perfect. “But come to the office.”

 

“You got your red panties on now?”

 

There was a brief silence. “No.”

 

“Then I’m picking you up at home. 7.”

 

He hung up, not worried in the least. Zach would be home at 7.

 

That night, in the alley behind Henry’s, he had Zach on his knees, jeans pulled down and his red panties clear for any passersby to see. His dick was deep down that throat, and he never tired of watching that pretty face suck him. Slick lips, saliva drooling out of the sides and dripping down the chin, his balls making wet slapping sounds as he fucked that mouth, and his hands clenched tight in the blond hair, much easier now that Zach was growing it out. Because Slater had told him he wanted longer hair.

 

~~

 

“You’re working too much. Cut down.”

 

“I can’t cut down -.”

 

“Then quit.”

 

“It’s going to be the same at every company.”

 

“So quit and stay quit. You don’t need to work.”

 

“Because I’m rich? – Hate to break this to you, Slater, but I’m not.”

 

“Because I’m rich and I’ll look after you. Move in with me, that’ll make looking after you easier. Move in with me. Quit.”

“I’m serious. I want to see you every day, not a few days in a week. And I don’t want to wake up and find you gone again. I hate that. Move in with me, quit. I’ll look after you, you look after me. It’ll be perfect.”

 

It had taken Slater not returning calls for three days for Zach to give in and quit and to move in with Slater. Slater had never felt so powerful in his life – he’d made Zach his housewife.

 

~~

 

It was their one year anniversary. Slater was taking him out to dinner. Dress sexy, Slater had said, which hadn’t helped much as he always dressed sexy even when he wasn’t planning on leaving the house, because Slater was who he dressed for.

 

Zach looked at himself in the mirror. One year, that’s all it had been, but it felt like years. He could barely recognise himself. Gone was Preppy, although Slater sometimes still called him that, and in his place was Baby.

 

Skintight light pink tank top, wide scoop neck and leaving his belly button bare and tight black leather hipsters hung low on his slim hips, so much slimmer now than they’d ever been as Slater liked him thin, didn’t like him muscled. It showed off his tats - a stylised S on his biceps, the back of his neck, at his navel and the small of his back – and Slater always liked that, liked seeing his initial on Zach from every angle.

 

He liked doing what Slater liked. It had been hard to face, this submissive need, but giving in to it and being with Slater felt too good to resist and one year on, he was quite happily being femme for Slater. For his man.

 

His dick twitched at that – his man – and he winced as his cock cage punished him for it. It was part of the chastity belt Slater had gifted him with 43 days ago. And he hadn’t been out of it for 43 days. He was so frustrated all the time, and it was like every minute of the day was taken up thinking about sex. But it was their anniversary today, so he was quite hopeful there would not be a day 44.

 

Zach stretched, arms up high and watched as his hipsters let peek out a hint of his red silk panties. He stroked it with an immaculately manicured finger – he’d spent over three hours at the spa today, and his nails were nice and long and a glossy frosty pink. He was also perfectly smooth and hairless, and his face was still tingling from the new treatment Andre had applied. His crotch and ass though, were feeling quite numb – and his face flamed again at the memory of being naked in front of Andre, revealing his chastity belt.

 

Is that the one with the electroshock pager in the cage and butt plug? Andre had asked, all curious and looking not in the least bit shocked. But then, it was a gay spa, so maybe it was quite commonplace.

 

He’d nodded, blushing. Pager. Nice way of saying punishment device. He supposed it could be used as a pager, where an electric shock in your cock and balls, or in your ass, let you know your man wanted your attention, but the only time Slater had used it was as punishment and with good reason. It hurt like hell, making him crumple to the floor, flopping around as his muscles went out of control. He’d vomitted all over himself one time when Slater had kept it going on too long. But it was ok, because Slater didn’t use it often, because Zach was very good and tried to please Slater, and not only because he was afraid of punishment, but because he honestly wanted to and liked pleasing Slater. It had quickly become the most important thing in his life.

 

Slater was the most important thing in his life.

 

Zach smiled goofily, and did a little twirl on his pink kitten heels.

 

He was in love. He thought he’d been in love before, had married Kelly – stupid mistake. That hadn’t been love. He’d never felt this level of obsessive need with Kelly. He loved Slater. This was his true love.

 

Why else would he be the way he was now if it wasn’t true love? People laughed at him now, when once he’d been the most popular guy around. Guys had wanted to be him, girls had wanted him. Now, people spit on him on the street, and he was frequently the target of fagbashing, but he put up with it because Slater liked the way he was, the way he looked. Slater wanted him this way, and what Slater wanted was the only thing that mattered.

 

The tight top clearly showed his pierced tits. Big steel rings, heavy and obvious through the thin fabric, hung down from his nipples. And the other set, bigger still, hung down from behind his nipples, the rings deeply embedded through his chest muscles. Another steel ring was at his belly button, and a pair in his ears. And one at the tip of his tongue, big enough to interfere with his speech. It made him lisp, and Slater liked that. The more sub and femme he was, the more Slater liked it, so even though he had hated it when Slater had taken him to get the piercings done, had cried when he’d seen the end result, Slater loved it. So he loved them too now.

 

Five more big steel studs in his tongue made his speech even worse, but again, Slater liked it. Especially as it had made blowjobs even better.

 

More rings hung from his balls, smaller ones that practically covered his balls and made his balls look like they were in some kind of metallic bag. His dick though, had the heaviest, biggest ring hanging off the tip. After getting him circumcised, Slater hadn’t wanted his dick to be able to rise, and the heavy ring certainly made it difficult. It had also made it impossible for him to fuck anything, which had soothed Slater’s jealousy somewhat. His dick hadn’t been inside anyone since he’d hooked up with Slater, not even in Slater’s mouth. Or his fist. Or his own fist. If Zach wanted to come, if he was allowed to come, he had to rub his dick on something, usually carpet.

 

But he had the chastity belt now and that had become the main way for Slater to control his dick.

 

There were piercings in his ass too, around his hole, but ones placed under the skin. They looked like ten little bumps in his skin. Slater had loved it when he’d first tried them out. He loved fucking Zach’s ass, he’d said, but the piercings just took it to another level.

 

The buzzer sounded, and hurriedly Zach lined his eyes with black kohl, brushed on some black mascara. Pale pink glossy lipstick, one last brushing of powder over his face, and he was set. The buzzer sounded again. He fluffed up his long blond hair and taking a deep breath, grabbed his handbag and opened the door.

 

~~

 

He opened the small jewellery box, expecting a ring and finding it. But it didn’t look like any engagement ring. It was thick steel, and looked too big for his finger. His stomach fluttered nervously again, but not in excitement this time.

 

“What is it?”

 

“I’m asking you to marry me, Baby,” Slater said, grinning and rolling his eyes. He was on bended knee. “I thought that was obvious.”

 

They were at Sol Park, a small space in a corner of the city that had become one of their special places. He had sucked Slater here for the first time, three days after they’d fucked for the first time. Slater had leaned back against a tree, the one right behind Zach’s back right now, and Zach had been on his knees giving his first ever blowjob, ever. It had been clumsy, couldn’t have been any good especially now that he was so good at it and knew the do’s and don’t’s, but Slater had reacted like it was the best thing in the world, had quickly turned them around, and Zach had found himself with his head trapped between the tree and Slater’s crotch. Slater had pounded into his mouth, into his face, and his head had thumped back against the tree repeatedly. It had been painful and his lungs had hurt from lack of air, and yet he hadn’t tried to stop Slater. Just like he hadn’t protested when Slater had fucked him so viciously that first time, leaving his ass torn and bleeding.

 

It just never occurred to him to protest.

 

“It won’t fit my finger.”

 

Slater frowned. “Of course not. It’s for your nose.”

 

Zach blinked, feeling a sudden urge to run. As if reading his mind, Slater stood up and pressed him back against the tree, kissing his neck and giving a light bite. It was meant to soothe and to be a light warning to behave.

 

“I thought you said you didn’t want that.” And he definitely didn’t. He was Slater’s girl, and he’d accepted that, and he wanted to do everything Slater wanted of him, but a ring in his septum – he felt his face flame at just thinking of the humiliation of it.

 

“I said it would out me. And it will. And I’m fine with that now.” Slater pulled back, but kept his body firmly pressed against Zach’s. “My job is secure no matter what – Trenton and I became partners on Monday. My own company, Baby. Now, where’s my good girl?”

 

Slater kissing his neck, gently thrusting against his caged crotch. 43 days. He groaned as his dick strained painfully against its cage.

 

“I’m waiting,” Slater said, pulling sharply on one of his nipple rings. Zach squealed, quickly silenced by Slater’s hand over his mouth. His dick was hurting so much, and it was stupid even trying to resist Slater. He couldn’t resist Slater. He didn’t really want to.

 

“Yes,” he breathed against Slater’s palm.

 

An hour later, he was hanging off Slater’s arm, newly nose-ringed, and walking into a new restaurant. Gay restaurant, he thought with some relief, as he discreetly looked around. His nose hurt, ached, and the ring felt heavy and cold on his upper lip. It wasn’t a piece of jewellery, or delicate – it was a heavy ring of dull grey steel and a sign as sure as any slave collar. If anyone still had any doubt as to how their relationship worked. Slater had always been blatantly controlling around him, and everyone could tell who wore the panties in their partnership.

 

Slater led them to a table at the back, nicely apart from the rest of the place. There were a few men there, which surprised Zach; he’d thought this was going to be a private celebration.

 

“This is Zach, my fiance,” Slater said proudly, and Zach blushed. “Baby, this is Grant, Brandon, Koln and that big guy is Trenton, my new partner in crime.”

 

~~

 

“Open your mouth, bitch.”

 

Zach opened his mouth, not even flinching when Koln hawked loudly and spit a glob of yellow phlegm into his mouth. The last few days had made him resigned to this kind of treatment. He kept his mouth open – you didn’t swallow until you were given permission. You didn’t do anything unless you were given permission. It had been hard to learn, but he’d learnt.

 

“Kneel. Face down. Hold my cigar until I get back.”

 

The lit cigar was shoved into his ass, and he was trained enough now to react with only slight shaking.

 

“What do we have here?”

 

A hard tug on his hair had him nearly lose his balance, but he adjusted just in time and looked up into the blackest face he’d ever seen. Another tug had him scrambling to his feet, and he was still looking up. The man was huge. And he was still pulling on his hair and Zach was teetering on his toes, eyes watering as he practically hung by his hair.

 

“I’m Ali, but pretty pigs like you call me Sir. What’s your name, pig?”

 

“That’s Slater’s cunt, Ali. Married it, the whole shebang.” Grant slapped the man on the back, trying to lead him away. “Let me show you more.”

 

“No need.” Ali tugged on the hair he still held, and Zach stumbled closer. He squealed as fingers wrapped around his balls and lifted. “This doesn’t look very married.”

 

“Slater’s generous. Seriously though, there are real girls this way – and much prettier than that wannabe.”

 

~~

 

His wrists were tied to the middle of the spreader bar, and his ankles were raised up and tied to the ends of the bar. He hung in the centre of the room, twisted slowly one way, then the other, open and vulnerable.

 

Slater watched the video play out, jerking himself off leisurely.

 

He’d watched it about ten times already, but he just couldn’t get enough. Ali knew how to treat a pig, that was for sure, and watching him break Zach was even better than he’d expected. His dick was all worn out.

 

Ali had injected some liquid into Zach’s balls, and they were the lowest part of him now, hanging down like some grotesquely swollen fruit.

 

“He wants to keep him,” Trenton said, coming into the room and flopping down onto the sofa. He grabbed the remote and turned the volume up. “Must be all that blond hair – blondes drive the Arabs wild.”

 

“He can’t have him,” Slater murmurred, eyes not leaving the screen. Zach jerked, screamed, a spark of light at his balls showing why. Ali was shocking the shit out of those balls, or rather, the shit out of Zach as the pain had loosened his bowels and dribbles of brown shit was leaking out of his ass and onto the floor. There was coarse laughter on-screen, Ali and his men having a good old time. Slater envied them. Watching it was good, but doing it was so much better.

 

“How’s the Romero phase going?”

 

Slater sighed, annoyed at being distracted from the show and at the Romero mess. “Nowhere. It’s going fucking nowhere.” Hundreds of millions of dollars, that was the loss he was looking at with Romero.

 

“You could ask Ali to buy into it.”

 

And that was something he had considered, but he’d known Ali would ask for Zach as an incentive. The black Arab had taken a real liking to Zach, although ‘like’ was not exactly the right word for it. On screen, Ali’s face was seen briefly, dark eyes burning with hatred and laughter as he repeatedly pressed the button to shock Zach’s balls, then he kept the button held down. The camera switched to Zach again, and he was jerking about like a fish on a hook. Shit and piss spurted out, but he wasn’t screaming anymore – he was too busy vomitting all over himself.

 

Slater squeezed his dick hard. He didn’t want to come so soon again.

 

“You should ask Ali.”

 

He turned and looked at Trenton, seeing the fat white face red and shiny with sweat. His shirt was gone, probably back in one of the fuck rooms, and the rolls of white pasty skin on show was disgusting. “What are you saying?”

 

“I’m saying that the Romero fuck up could have wider consequences than spoiling your reputation. Ask Ali.” Trenton’s pale grey eyes met his seriously, and Slater knew he wasn’t going to have a choice. “You’ve got a gorgeous wife with connections, Slater, who’s expecting your first child. You’re going places.You have me, us, this place. And pigs are disposable, should be disposable – and that pig there? You can do better. I can get you a fresh one by the end of the week. Ask Ali.”

 

Monique. She was beautiful, and she was giving him a son in less than a month’s time. And her father adored Slater, and he knew that if he played it right, he would be a senator within two years. Senator Slater.

 

“I’ll ask Ali.”

 

~~

 

Everything hurt, and he couldn’t stop crying and begging. I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please, please, Sir, please, Master, I’ll be good, please, Master, please.

 

He was stuck in a box, he’d done something wrong and he’d been beaten and whipped bloody and then stuck into a box so small his knees were by his ears.. But at least there was a small light coming from somewhere. Sometimes they put him in the dark, box or no box, and he hated the dark. He never used to, but now even dark corners were enough to panic him.

 

The light was good, but what he saw wasn’t that reassuring. He saw his own crotch. He was so folded up that if he’d had a normal dick, he’d be able to suck it, but his dick had been cut off long ago now. All he had left was a stump maybe an inch long, and tattooed pink, pierced by a big ring with a little bell. That’s why he was called Pinkybell now.

 

His balls hung near his left tit, big swollen pink balls hanging off yellow flesh. When he was crawling, they dragged on the floor.

 

His ass was stained brown and red – shit and blood. It wasn’t pretty, and stunk. He didn’t know how long he’d been left, but he’d shit himself twice and pissed more, and he was lying in that shit and piss mixture.

 

His tongue had been trimmed too, and he’d sounded dumb when his mouth had had so many piercings, but now with a good length of the tip missing, he sounded completely retarded. He didn’t like to speak much, not that he was allowed to, but he spoke now – begged – because he was so sorry and he hurt so much.

 

His teeth were gone. They’d been made into dentures, but he hadn’t been given them in a long time. He remembered kidding around with his friends about toothless whores, and now he was one.

 

“Master,” he cried again, voice barely a whisper. His throat was raw from screaming, but while he still could be heard, he was going to keep on begging. Master might ignore him, but Master was the only one who could save him. Nobody else. “Master.”

 

Master hurt him, Master took the pain away. Master starved him, Master fed him. Master was everything. Once upon a time, he played at being a slave and now, years later, he was a real one and there was no safe word and no escape. Master owned him, had the papers to prove it – the power of life and death over a slave, just like in the old days. Or what he’d once thought were the old days, but were just normal everyday life for the people of this desert country.

 

He was a slave, and there was no way out but death. The slaves had taught him that, and he hadn’t believed. But it hadn’t taken long for him to change his mind, before he understood what he was, before he accepted it.

 

He’d seen other slaves with their heels cut, crawling around, unable to walk anymore, and it was terrifying. However bad it was, it could always get worse – he knew that, and he tried really hard to please his Master. But he also knew it was nothing to do with how he behaved in the end. It was all up to Master. If Master wanted to cut off his slave’s nose, hand, ear, poke out his eyes with a hot poker, Master would. No amount of good behaviour would spare him from Master’s wants.

 

“Master,” whimpered Pinkybell, and cried himself to sleep.

 

~ the end ~

 

I was going to make it longer, expand it, really go into detail, especially on the cock torture and eventual castration and destruction of Zach – but I ran out of energy. Sorry, or lucky you. J

 

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