Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 07:28:27 -0800 (PST)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boss's New Sub - Part Two (Authoritarian)

This is the continuation of my story that finds a male
confronted by his boss who discovers his
submissiveness and is determined to enslave him. If
you are offended by Master/slave sex, then go
elsewhere; otherwise enjoy my wild imaginings and
fantasy.

Minutes later he returns and grabs my cock again.
This time I feel him slide a pouch over my cock and
balls.  Because my cock is still hard, he bends it
painfully downward as he shoves it and my balls into
their prison. Once my cock and balls are confined, he
buckles a belt around my waist and draws the straps
between my legs and around my waist; then he locks
them together with the belt.

He moves in front of me and grabs my head pulling it
towards the floor.  "Bend over CUNT, and keep your
legs spread.  Your going to feel what it's like to get
your ass worked over.  I `m going to start with a good
old fashion bare ass spanking."  He slams his open
hand against my cheeks, first one, then the other
without pausing.  "Count pussy!"

Not knowing where he wants me to start, I grunt out
the muffled sound of me counting through the cock gag,
which by now has caused me to drool as it tortures my
mouth.  After about ten hard slaps, I lose my balance
and step forward.  "Where the fuck you think you're
going CUNT?  Get back in place, now!"

Even though I comply quickly, he yells in anger again,
"You fucking CUNTS never learn.  I'll fix it so you
can't move."  After painfully slamming a bar against
my ankles, he buckles cuffs around them.  When they
are in place, I cannot pull my legs together and
cannot stand up straight.  To add to my torture, I
feel him clip a leash to a ring in the cock gag.
Pulling it downward he ties it to the spreader bar
which leaves me in an uncomfortable bent over position
unable to move and at his complete mercy.  "Now I can
get back to brutalizing your ass.  It looks like I've
got a lot of training to do.  You are far from being
an acceptable slave who's worthy of sucking my cock."

As I try to maintain my balance, he torments me this
time by slapping the pouch encasing my cock and balls.
 The pain causes me to jerk upwards, but I can move
only an inch or two.  Then I feel him unbuckle the
straps holding the cock harness on.   When he rips off
the pouch, my cock and balls are free again, and my
cock starts to harden immediately.  "I knew you liked
this treatment, you fucking CUNT; your cock is already
hard, and I haven't even touched you."  Grabbing my
balls and yanking them downward, he laughs, "How's
this feel?"

I scream into the cock gag and my eyes begin to tear
up.  What have I done to myself?  Instead of getting
to suck a cock, I am being turned into a slave.  I
hear him laugh as he tortures me, and I know that I
cannot escape.  As he pulls down on my balls and wraps
something around them, he says, "This is called a
parachute.  I can add weight to it the more I want to
torture your cock and balls.  And believe me, this is
painful; so, do as I say, or you'll feel like your
balls are being pulled off.  I'm only going to add a
pound of weight this time."  His words are burned into
my mind.  His slap hurt badly enough, so I don't want
to anger him further.

There can't be much more he can do to restrain my
movements or to keep me quiet, so I prepare the best I
can for what I know will be his pleasure and most
certainly will be for my pain and suffering.  I hear
him shuffling things around, and I take the time to
calm myself.  He begins by rubbing a very slippery
lubricant between my ass cheeks and then into my
asshole, first with one finger, and then with two.
"Relax, CUNT, and accept what's happening or it'll go
a lot tougher on you.  Let me help.  Point your toes
inward."

When I struggle to get into position, he loops a cord
around first one big toe; pulling hard on the cord he
turns my whole foot inward and loops the cord around
the other big toe, pulling to get it into place.  When
he is finished, my feet are held in place, I can no
longer clench my ass muscles together.  "Now it won't
be so hard to get at your asshole."

By now my body is racked with pain from being restrain
in such uncomfortable ways, and I feel a panic
beginning to set in.  I know he is behind me, and when
he grabs my hips, I grunt in fright. He begins by
saying in a low, menacing tone, "I'm going to fuck
you, CUNT!  My hard, hot, cock and cum-filled balls
are going to rape your virgin ass hole.  Feel it CUNT!
 Feel every inch as I shove it in your guts."   Then
he slides his hard cock between and up and down my ass
cheeks covering it with the lubrication.  I jerk a bit
when I feel the tip of his cock touch my puckered
asshole.  Taking a firmer grip on my hips, he easily
breaks through and into my ass with his cock, driving
it all the way in.  I scream around the gag, but can
do nothing else, and he knows because he laughs again
at me.  "Don't worry, CUNT.  You'll get use to it
after the first dozen times."

He holds himself against me, his cock buried in my
ass, his thighs against mine.  Then he begins a slow
rocking motion pulling half his cock out of me and
then sliding it back in.  I try to relax and submit to
this rape since he is in control, and I am helpless.
For several minutes he fucks me in this manner all the
while calling me CUNT.  Then he begins to fuck me
harder slamming his cock and thighs into me and
grunting and groaning.  Reaching around my waist, he
grabs my hard cock and begins to slide his hand up and
down my shaft.  As the sweat begins to pour from our
bodies, I feel his cock get bigger as punishes my ass.
 The harder he pounds me the louder his grunts are
becoming, and I know he is near a climax.

With one last thrust, he slams into me and stops
moving.  Then I feel his hot cum being pumped into my
ass by his thick cock.  Then he begins fucking me
again until he shoots all his load and begins to slow
down.  He slumps on my back, and I have to support his
weight until his spasms subside.  All the while he is
massaging my cock, keeping me hard but not letting me
cum.  The
humiliation of being fucked and masturbated while in
forced bondage continues as his cock throbs inside of
me for several moments.  Then as it softens, he
releases my hard, sensitive cock and pulls it from my
ass.

Walking around me, he pulls off the blindfold, and I
am faced with his slimy cock hanging inches from my
face.  Then to add to my humiliation, he takes his
cock and rubs it all over my face.  "Now you know
who's boss, don't you?"

When I close my eyes and nod my head, he laughs,
"Don't go anywhere CUNT.  I'll be back for more
later."  Flicking the light off, he leaves the room
without releasing me.  I have just been raped, but he
leaves me naked, handcuffed, gagged, and forced to
remain bent over with my legs widespread.   My ass is
still painfully sore, oozing cum and throbbing.  I
moan quietly to myself because my cock is still hard
and I know I will not get relief.

Part Two: ******************************************

Time is passing slowly.  The restraints are tortuous,
and I feel myself growing weaker by the moment.  I
know that if I fall, and he finds me, I will be
punished again, so I try to maintain my balance.  Then
I hear the door open, and I see him coming towards me
carrying some kind of metal box.

Grabbing me by the jaw and jerking my face upwards, he
glares into my eyes and growls, "You're a fucking
mess, you worthless CUNT, so I'm going to clean you up
so we can have some more fun."  Walking behind me, he
pours lubricant on my bound hands and then shoves the
handcuff key in to my fingers.  "You've got thirty
minutes to get free.  If you do, we'll take a nice,
hot shower and relax.  If you don't, I fuck you ass
again, only this time, I've got a big, black rubber
cock that will punish your ass like nothing you've
ever felt.  Now get to work; the clock has started."

Before leaving, he places the black box in front of me
and turns it on.  It's a ceramic heater that begins
throwing hot air towards me. Then, after turning off
the lights, he leaves me in the dark, slamming and
locking the door. I rest for a moment knowing that I
must take my time because I know that if I drop the
key, I'll never be able to get loose.

The more the heater runs, the hotter the air in the
room becomes, making it difficult to breathe around
the cock gag and making me sweat profusely.  My hands
are slippery, the cuffs are slippery, and the tiny
handcuff key is slippery.  I'm in a predicament, so I
move slower.  Once I get the small key between my
thumb and index finger, I hold it firmly, but not
tightly.  Crossing my wrists, I am able to search for
the keyhole in the left cuff. The key slides in
easily, but my fingers slip off..  I take a deep
breath fearing the worst, but I don't move until I
feel again for the key.  It is still in the keyhole,
and I take it firmly in my fingers.  I turn it ever so
slightly until I hear the mechanism clicking.
Suddenly the left cuff comes loose, and I can, for the
first time in hours drops my hands and arms. My arms,
hanging down in front of me, are weak and shaky, but I
move as quickly as I can to unlock the other cuff, not
knowing how much time I have remaining, and not
trusting him to give me a fair chance.  The heavy ball
weight is next.  I unbuckle the strap and it drops to
the floor as I sigh in relief. I take a moment to rub
my sensitive and sore cock and balls, but not enough
to cum because I fear what he will do to me.  When I
remove the toe string, I can move my feet enough to
get a better footing.  Then I reach and unbuckle first
the right foot, and then the left, freeing myself of
the spreader bar.  Now after a long torturous session,
I can stand and let my naked body rest.  Finally, I
reach for the straps of the pecker gag, only to find
that it has been padlocked to my head, and I do not
have the key.

Without panicking, I fumble for the handcuff key
thinking that I might jimmy the lock open and remove
the tortuous gag. I work for several minutes trying to
get the lock to open, but to no avail, and I know that
time has to be running out.  Surely he will not punish
me for having only the gag on.

While I am still struggling with the lock, the door
bursts open, and he is standing naked in the doorway
slapping a whip across the palm of his hand.  "So
slave boy, I see you couldn't do a simple thing like
getting yourself ready to be cleaned up.  What the
fuck am I going to do with you?"

Dropping to my knees, I look up at him pleading for
his mercy.  He just laughs and says, "You are a
pathetic CUNT, but I'll tell you what I'll do.  Drink
my piss and I'll let you out of that thing.  What do
you say?"

Even though I know I have no choice, I hesitate, my
eyes cast downward. Then, with a heavy sigh, I drop my
shoulders and nod my acceptance of his terms. Laughing
sadistically, he walks over to me and unlocks the gag.
 After he throws it across the room, he grabs the back
of my head and yells, "Put your hands behind your back
and open up CUNT!"

When I close my eyes and open my mouth waiting for the
inevitable, I am sent sprawling on the floor by a
vicious slap across my head and face. "What the fuck
are you doing? As he glares down at me, I try to
figure out what I have done. Without giving me time to
correct my error, he yells, " Get back on your fuckin'
knees, CUNT!" I scramble into position, my breathing
shallowed by fear. "Put your fucking hands behind your
back, and keep you mouth and eyes open."

As soon as my mouth is wide open, he lets go with a
stream of hot, salty piss that splashes in my mouth as
I try to swallow as much as I can.  The more I
swallow, the more he pisses.  When the stream begins
to slow, he aims his cock at my hair, and then at my
chest and finally on my cock and balls.  "Now you
really are a mess CUNT.  Stay on your knees and follow
me to the bathroom.  You are going to give me a
shower, and then we'll get you cleaned up."

He turns on his heels, and I obediently crawl behind
him to the bathroom, knowing that even though I must
keep serving him like a slave, for the moment it is
not painful. Once we get to the bathroom, he turns and
looks down at me, "Crawl over to the toilet, open the
lid, and hold your pathetic cunt face over the hole."

As move my face into position over the open toilet, he
growls, "Put your hands besides your ankles and don't
move." As I wait to see what he will do, I hear the
familiar metal clicking of handcuffs. This time he
locks me into position, wrists to ankles. Then he
buckles a collar around my neck and clips on a leash
which he then winds around the back of the toilet and
reattaches to the collar. I can still move, but not
from the kneeling position or away from the toilet.

"I know you've had enemas CUNT, but this is a
punishment enema that will remind you for a long time
just who is in charge here. When you get to the point
of being worthy of sucking my cock, you'll remember
this day and appreciate me letting you eat me." He
lubes my asshole again, shoving one, then two fingers
in deeply. When he roughly pulls them out, he shoves
in the enema plug, and I feel a hot liquid filling my
bowels. As I look down at my abdomen, it begins to
distend more and more until the pain sets in, and I
feel like I am going to burst. When I am about to pass
out, the flow stops and the catheter is pulled out.
"You're going to need this, CUNT." Shoving hard at my
asshole, he rams in what feels like a cock. My ass
closes around the tapered end, preventing me from
expelling the fluid.

Then to torment me even further, he slaps my ass
cheeks several times and then slugs me in the gut. The
pain shoots through my body, and I cry out. "Come on
CUNT. You can take it. How do you ever expect to get
to suck my cock?"

Right now, sucking his cock is the furthest thing from
my mind. He once again has made it impossible for me
to escape from his painful punishments, so I try to
endure the cramping pain until his sadistic game is
over. He leans down to my ear and screams, "Now CUNT,
let's see how long it takes before I tire of this
game."

He then stands up and pisses again, this time on the
back of my head. I have no choice but to kneel there
and let the hot, stinking liquid run into my eyes and
across my face. I keep my mouth close so I do not have
to taste it again. "Ahh; that felt good. Now we're
going to play a little game called pleasure and pain,
to keep your mind off that enema in your bowels and
that plug up your ass."

Grabbing my cock , he begins to slide his hand up and
down. "What's this CUNT?"

"Pleasure, sir."

"Right! Now, pain CUNT. How do you want it?"

Desperately, I cry, "Sir, I don't. Please, my guts are
killing me. That's pain enough, sir!"

"No it isn't CUNT. You've got to get tough. Being a
slave boy CUNT is hard work. Now, how do you want it?"

Knowing that there is no good answer, I say in
despair, "Beat my ass sir!"

"Okay." Taking his bare hand again, he slaps me very
hard causing the liquid to slosh around painfully. I
scream in pain. "Sounds good CUNT!"

He returns to pumping my dick again. Though this feels
good, I know what's coming. When he drops one hand,
the other slams into my ass, and I cry out. He
continues tormenting me for several minutes
alternating the pleasure and the pain. By this time, I
am almost hysterical. My body is racked with pain, and
I am sweating again. He stops when I slump against the
toilet bowl and my face almost drops into the water
and piss in the bowl.

Seeing that he has broken me, he adds to his insults
by jamming my face into the toilet water and holding
my face under until I begin to struggle and scream
into the bowl, "Please, please, sir. I'll do anything
you want. Please, please stop."

Finally, he pulls my face out of the water and jerks
my head backwards against the leash and glares into my
eyes. "Now, you pathetic CUNT, it's time you learn to
serve me in the shower."

End of Part Two - comments: darkroad53@yahoo.com