Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2006 06:25:11 -0800 (PST)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boss's New  Sub - Part 5 (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.


As I look at the back of his head, I strain in my
bonds in order to maintain balance.  His torments and
punishments have been bad enough; he has just made
things worse with the added humiliation of putting me
in the hands of others to be used and abused.  Now
that we are headed to another location, I can't help
but think that he is going to torture and humiliate me
in front of others; and I am certain that they will
join in to make me suffer. My dark desire of wanting
to be submissive to a male is still present, but it is
becoming harder and harder to endure the torments.

My thoughts are interrupted when my boss looks over at
his shoulder, laughs, and says, "You know, last week I
met one of your friends from your younger days. We
were sitting around the bar between meeting talking
about where we grew up as kids. When he mentioned your
home town, I asked if he knew you. He said, "Sure!"
You were a skinny shy kid who he used to tease.
Remember the scout camp when the other guys in your
tent forcibly stripped you naked everyday for a week,
then made you walk from bed to bed, lay across each
guy's lap and take five hard barehanded smacks on the
ass? And you did it without fighting back once. You
only whined and pleaded with them to stop. And how
about the day that, after taking your wacks, you tried
to get dressed and your friend grabbed your underwear,
stuck them over your head and shoved out of the tent
where half the camp saw you naked and started
laughing? Remember those days, CUNT?" That's how I got
the idea to confront you. And you caved just like you
did when you were a kid.

"Well, I've got a treat for you. I'm taking you to see
that old friend so he can see just what a pussy you
turned out to be. Then maybe we can have some fun
while we're there. I'll offer him a blow job from you
for old times sake. How's that, CUNT?"

I knew immediately what old friend he was talking
about, and I began to panic, "Oh, no, please. Don't do
this. I'll do anything you want if you don't humiliate
me in front of him. Please!"

"Still a whining CUNT. I don't see as you got any
choice. Your ass is mine, and I say we go see your
friend and show him what a good cock sucker you've
become."

I continue to whimper, "No, Please, No," but he just
laughs and drives on.

We drive through town, and I gaze out the darkly
tinted windows at the people walking about enjoying
the day while I kneel, naked and chained as I am taken
to the next place of torture.
When we stop for a traffic light, my boss covers my
head with a black hood, laughing, "I don't want you
even thinking about trying to get away.  Your ass is
mine, and I'm going to keep you totally confused about
where you are; that way you'll know that no one can
help you.   Let's see.  Before we go see your friend,
I've got another idea. Hang on, CUNT!"

Once the light changes, I feel the van make a left
turn, and I know we are not going to meet my friend
right now. But, where are we going? What is he going
to make me do now?  The journey into further torment
is short. When the van stops, his message is clear,
"We're here CUNT.  Remember that you are mine, here
only for my pleasure and to service and perform for me
and anyone else I choose." When he opens the side door
of the van, he attaches a leash to my collar before he
releases my neck and balls. "Follow my lead, CUNT;
I'll remove the hood when we get inside."

With my head covered by the hood, I cannot tell if
people on the street can see me naked and cuffed, but
nevertheless strong feelings of  humiliation and fear
seem to strangle my breathing.  I know it doesn't
matter how I feel to my boss.  I am under his control,
and all I can do is shuffle after him with my ankle
chains dragging along the ground. We go up three
steps, and I stumble through the door and onto a
carpeted floor.  The slamming door make me jump and
sigh deeply.  I am lead further into the building and
taken into another room where my boss yells
enthusiastically, "I'm here with my new slave boy cock
sucker!  He is so eager to get started that he has
already chained himself, so I'm ready to work him over
good.  We just came from a store where he bought some
new cuffs and then sucked a stranger's dick without my
permission, just to pay for them.  Now he deserves to
be punished."

Grabbing my shoulders, he shoves me down, "Get on your
knees, CUNT, and wait here until we need you. And keep
your fuckin' legs spread wide."  With me in this
position, there's no way I can get up quickly and run,
even if I wanted to.  I wait for perhaps five minutes,
listening to muffled talk coming from another room.
It sounds like there are more than two people here,
which only serves to make me more nervous.  I've had a
difficult time enduring just my boss's torments.  How
can I possibly take any more punishment?

When the door to the room opens, I feel others enter
and surround me.  Hands grab me under my arms and I
hear the command, "Get up CUNT.  It's time."  While I
am being dragged into another room, I whimper knowing
that another ordeal is about to start, "Please Sir, I
don't want to do this. Won't you please let me go?
Please?"

Their response is laughter, followed by degrading
taunts, "Come on, CUNT.  We know you like to suck cock
and eat cum.  You've admitted it.  We're just going to
give you what you want, and then some. When they stop
dragging me along,  I feel scissors cutting away what
clothes I have on.  "Wow, this slave boy cocksucker is
nice; he is pale, almost hairless, and slim with puny
little cock.  Just like we like them." One of the guys
verbally humiliates me when he says, "Guys like you
are more cunt than anything else; you always crave
being used and punished.

I hear my boss say, "Great!  Then by all means rough
him up.  I want to see him used and used well. I want
to see him crying for mercy. Push him to the limits.
He told me that the only thing on his mind is to
please us and do anything we want."

With that, the hood is ripped from my head, and I am
standing face to face with four men, my boss and three
others that I have never seen, in a place that looks
like a barber shop.  All three men are  large, well-
muscled and tanned, wearing tanks and shorts.  I try
not to look, but I can't help noticing the large
bulges in their shorts.  Once of them sees me glance
at their crotches and laughs, "Yeah, CUNT. All three
cocks are for you to eat, and all three are going to
fuck you in the ass before you can even think of
getting out of here.  You've got a lot of work to do,
so we need to get you ready right now."

My boss walks behind me and releases the hand cuffs. I
drop my hands to my sides with my head bowed, not
wanting to endure what is about to happen, but knowing
I have no choice.  While one guy walks over to a
cupboard, the other two grab my arms and legs and
throw me down into the barber's chair.  Then they take
straps already attached to the chair and secure my
chest and arms.  My ankles are released from the
cuffs, and my legs are spread wide apart and secured
at the knees and the ankles. My wrists are strapped to
the arms of the chair. I can now move only my head.
When the chair is pulled back into the reclining
position, I notice additional hooks and chains hanging
from the ceiling.  I have been brought to a place
where it looks like others have been tortured.  As the
two men hover over me staring at my naked and bound
body, the other guy rolls a table over to the chair.

"Now before we're done with you CUNT, you'll be
begging to suck our cocks.  Then you'll really learn
what it means to be a cock sucker. Keep you eyes open
because I want you to watch everything we do to you;
and make sure you thank us for everything we do, no
matter how much you pain and agony you think you are
feeling. After all, it could get worse. And besides,
if you don't do what we tell you, we'll do all over
again until you do, Understand?"

I choke out a, "Yes, sir. Thank your sir. I
understand. I'll do anything you want."

"Shut the fuck up.  You're going to do what we want
anyway, for as long as we want, as many times as we
want."

Picking up a chain, one of the guys attaches clamps to
my nipples, tightening them until I cry out.  Then he
attaches the middle of the chain to one hanging from
the ceiling, pulling it taught.  The pain brings tears
to my eyes, and all they do is laugh at me.

But I remember their threat, and I whimper out, "Thank
you, Sir.  Thank you for letting me please you and be
your slave, Sir.

"While you are thinking about the pain in your tits,
I'm going to get rid of what little hair you have on
your pale, skinny body, especially that fuzz you call
hair on your cock and balls.  I wouldn't have touched
you until you were completely naked, head and all;
but, your boss wants you to be available at work, so
you get to keep the hair on you head."

He covers my armpits, legs, cock, balls, and asshole
with a cream that immediately begins to burn.  Tied as
I am, all I can do is squirm a couple of inches and
cry out loud even more.  Despite the burning
sensation, my cock hardens as the cream does its
work..  The cream is left on for almost ten minutes as
I writhe about in pain.  When I think I cannot take
another minute, the man serving as the barber begins
to wipe my tortured body with a damp cloth. As the
burning mixture is wiped away, my hair disappears, and
I am left even more naked than before.  And my cock is
hard and sensitive because of the cock ring.

"How does that feels slave boy? Now you really looked
like a CUNT!"

"I don't answer. I just close my eyes and whimper
quietly."

My silence makes my boss angry.  He walks up to me and
slaps me hard across the face.  Answer the man CUNT!"

"Sir, it feels good.  Thank you for removing my hair.
Thank you for using me for your pleasure."

For the next few minutes, they don't touch me.  I
continue to suffer because of the tit clamps and the
pain causes my cock to soften.  I hear muffled talk
again, and I begin to worry about what is going to
happen.

As I lay in the chair staring at the ceiling and
trying to calm myself, they all walk back into the
room.  "Do you like to be whipped, slave boy?"

"No sir.  Please.  I can't take being whipped.  Please
don't beat me, sir! Please, sir!"

"Too bad.  You fucked up at the store and your boss
wants you punished."

"But sir, I've done everything you've wanted."

"No you haven't, CUNT!  Besides, you lost your hard
after we removed that useless hair you had.  What kind
of appreciation is that, CUNT?  You have to be
punished!"

Pulling out a short whip with tails, the largest man
begins beating my tender inner thighs.  I scream and
struggle against the belts, pleading for mercy.  "Oh,
please, please stop. Aah, No! No!  Please!" The
strands strike me over and over until I can't hear my
screams from all the pain.

By the time he stops, my legs are a mass of red,
stinging welts.  As I continue to cry and moan in
pain, the cock ring is remove from my shriveled cock
and balls.  Then, when I don't immediately thank him
for the treatment, he hits me again, this time aiming
the whip at my cock and balls.  The pain is
excruciating, but I choke out, "Thank you, sir! Thank
you for the punishment I deserved.  I'll keep my cock
hard."

"Sure you will, slave boy because you really like this
treatment." With the chair positioned parallel to the
floor and all four men towering over my bound body,
one of the them takes my head and bends it backward.
Straddling my face, he jerks on the tit clamps and
says,  "Lather my balls, CUNT.

With my face between his legs, my eyes are covered by
his ass cheeks, and my nose is stuck up under his
balls. I am silently accepting this devastating
humiliation as I work my mouth and tongue sucking and
lathering him as he demanded. Despite my thoughts, the
taste and smell arouses me, and I feel my cock getting
hard again.

"Look at this; your cock is getting hard; Come on
CUNT, make some noise and show me how much you
appreciate me letting you eat me.  Come on, PUSSY, let
me hear it Whine for me while you worship my balls."

I moan for him, faking the high pitched sounds a pussy
slut would make as I swirl my tongue around his balls.
I suck gently on each one, wetting the coarse, dark
hair covering them. When he is satisfied, he slides
back wards and orders me to keep my mouth open.  With
my head bent completely backward, he slides the head
of his cock into my wet mouth and along my tongue.  He
groans from the friction as I close my lips around the
head.  Shoving his cock in a little further, he stops
as I try to keep my mouth closed tightly.  Then for
few minutes he slides his dick back and forth.  As he
gets harder and more excited, he begins to shove his
cock further in.  I feel like choking, but he slaps my
face and warns me, "Keep your throat relaxed, CUNT; I
won't suffocate you with my cock.  You can learn to
take my cock down your throat if you relax; If you
fight us, we'll find ways to punish you until you do."

I feel the head of his thick cock thrust against the
back of my throat. He slides it in and out, over and
over as I breathe between strokes. Then without
warning, he grabs my head, shoves his cock in as far
as it will go and closes off my windpipe. At first, I
hold my breath hoping that I can endure the
uncomfortable feeling of being totally controlled by
restraints and a cock in my throat.  When I can no
longer hold my breath, I begin to struggle against his
hands holding my head. Showing me no mercy, he
tightens his grip and keeps his cock buried in my
mouth. When I let go
with the first hard gag, he releases me, and I scream
a sigh of fear and pain as I suck in the air, "Please,
STOP! I can't do this. Please let me go. I want to
leave."

My tormentors respond in anger. Another man grabs
something and begins to whip me. The stinging strands
land on my legs, inner thighs, stomach, and chest. I
plead with all my strength for him to stop, "Please,
please stop; I'll do whatever you want; I'm sorry I
fought you, Sir! I won't do it again."

"Okay, stop hitting this CUNT, and let's give him
another chance. The only sounds I want coming out of
your fuckin' mouth are moans showing me how much you
want to swallow my cock." I obediently open my mouth
and his hard cock glides to the back of my throat.
"Close your mouth, CUNT and let me finish. I want to
tell your boss how good of a deep throat facefuck you
are."

I relax my throat and he repeatedly "facefucks" me
until he is satisfied that I can and will swallow his
cock. When he pulls away, I say,  "Oh thank you sir;
thank you! Thank you for letting me swallow your
cock."

"Pretty good for the first time, CUNT. You're
learning. Next time, don't panic. I don't want a dead
cock sucker on my hands. I know when to release you.
The more you do this, the longer a guy fucking your
mouth can wait as you get better and better at
swallowing a cock."

Without saying another word, he orders me to open my
mouth, and he continues raping my mouth. I keep my
lips and tongue clamped down on his cock so he'll cum
soon and this humiliating, degrading act will be over.
Over and over he slides in and pulls out his cock to
the tip. My mouth and jaw are aching from the savage
attack, and spit is running down my cheeks. But the
mouth fuck continues. Over and over he thrusts his
cock. Then, I feel a jerk and a harder thrust. He
grabs my hair and begins to move faster.

I feel his cock swell in my mouth as the heat and
friction builds. His cock punishes the soft inside of
my mouth and throat.  When he releases a deep guttural
groan, he stops, holding only the head of his cock in
my mouth. One more jerk, and his cock throbs and hot
cum begins shooting into my mouth. I swallow glob
after glob, not knowing how much cum he has in his
balls.

He holds onto my head as I continue to suck hard on
his dick, drawing out the last drops as his spasms
subside.  When he pulls his dick from my mouth with a
pop, I know the torture is over for the moment. I
breathe deeply tasting and swallowing the last bit of
cum in my mouth. As he walks away and leaves the room
without saying anything, I stare at the ceiling
wondering what else they will I be expected to endure
and wondering if there is anyway I could get away from
them and my boss. Right now, my spirit is broken, and
my boss and his friends are in complete control. It
looks like they are going keep me locked up in some
way and are going to do whatever they want with me.

As I lay in despair, my naked, restrained body begins
to chill.  The hot, sweaty sex has turned into an
uncomfortable shivering. I lay in the chair with my
legs spread and tied down, my wrists cuffed and my
nipples tortured by the chain.

After enduring all of the humiliating ordeals forced
upon me by my Masters, my boss returns to the room and
says, "Your friend isn't available today, CUNT, but he
seemed awfully eager to see you again when I told him
what you are doing for me, so, I'll take you there
another day.

Even though I know I will have to endure more training
as they call it, and punishments if I don't satisfy
them, I am so relieved that this part of my ordeal is
over that I say to my boss, "Thank you sir; thank you;
thank you for letting me give you pleasure."

"Just remember CUNT, who is in charge. You've got a
long way to go before you can satisfy me; my slaves
have no limits and willingly do anything I want." My
boss then jerks on the clamps once more before he
removes them, but my nipples are so numb from the
lengthy torture that all I feel is pressure. Then, he
releases the jaws; the combination of his massaging
and the blood returning sends a gut wrenching pain to
my brain. I let out a high pitched whine behind my
clenched lips. My boss' says, "Feels good, doesn't
it?'

I respond with a breathy, "Sir, yes Sir!. Thank you
Sir."

He just laughs and continues to release my wrists,
chest, arms, and ankles. When he is finished, he
immediately orders me to, "Get the fuck off the chair
CUNT and get on your hands and knees." My body feels
stiff and unresponsive, but I drag myself to a sitting
position and with the help of my sweat soaked ass, I
slide onto the floor and into the dog-like position.
As I wait for his next order, I feel him grab my cock
and balls, pulling them backward. He startles me and I
grunt loudly, but he pays no attention. I feel him
snap a belt around my balls. When he lets go, I become
aware of the weight yanking them downward. It is not
heavy, but it focuses my attention on where I am, and
how I am being controlled.

My boss then walks in front of me and drops four
leather cuffs, and a section of white PVC pipe
coupling with a piece of rubber tubing attached on the
floor. "Stay right where you are and put the cuffs on.
 NOW!"  I buckle the restraints to my limbs; once they
are in place, he takes four master locks and  snap
them shut. When I look up at him not knowing what to
do with the pipe, He picks it up and says, "This is my
own creation. I am tired of those fuckers charging so
much for their so-called chastity devices. Your puny
little cock will fit nicely inside of this 11/2 inch
street L that I've modified and added some tubing that
goes around your balls and keeps you from getting a
hard on. Yet I can get to the head of your dick if I'd
like to deliver some pain. He slides my soft cock in
to the device, pulls the tubing around and behind my
ball sac and laces both ends through holes in the top
of the pipe. When the tube is cinched up, my cock is
imprisoned in my boss's chastity device.

As I kneel at his feet getting use to the ball weight
and chastity device, my boss says to me, "You're
missing something every slave should have, a collar
and leash, so I've got one just for you. And since you
haven't proved that you are worthy of being called a
slave, I bought you a choker collar and a chain leash
that I can use to lead you around." He slips the
collar over my head, I feel the cold steel of the
chain. When he attaches the chain leash, its very
weight, pulls the choker collar tightly around my
neck.  Then he drops the leash and strips naked. I
can't keep my eyes off him knowing that he is going to
demand that I perform again. Picking up the leash, he
gives it a yank and orders me to follow him, "Come on,
CUNT.  He leads me through a door way and into the
middle of a carpeted living room area with easy
chairs, a couch, and a wide screen television.

End of Part 5.  i am the submissive male in this
story. All of this has been an exploration of
discovery and acceptance, and i have enjoyed all
previous emails and hope others will write. To all
Masters, i am open to suggestions for future writings
and any direction and demands that you may have for me
to please you, Sirs. To all fellow submissives, let me
know also of ways Masters can use, train, and punish
their slaves.  darkroad53@yahoo.com