Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2007 14:47:24 -0800 (PST) From: John Roberts Subject: Boss's New Sub Chapter Six (authoritarian) When he sits down on the couch, the other three enter the room naked, their well-muscled bodies flexing as they walk. As they sit down, one of the men throws me a pair of silky sheet pink panties with ruffles on the back. "Put those on CUNT! You might as well dress the part while you are sucking our cocks." As embarrassing as this is, things could be much worse. It looks like all I will have to do is eat them, so I slip my legs into the panties and pull them over my ass, then the cock device, and my strapped balls."Make sure the weight is hanging out, CUNT." When they are satisfied with how I look, they tell me to stand up and watch the TV. Suddenly, my face appears. "You are going to make your own cock sucking movie tonight, CUNT, You are going to introduce yourself and tell us why you are here. Take this and read it for the camera." Another wave of humiliation comes over me when I look down at the paper. I take a deep breath as I stare at the words and begin to read them out loud. "Hello. My name is CUNT. I am a submissive male slave who loves to suck men's cocks and eat their cum. When I found out my boss was a Master, I begged him to take control of me, to train me, and to make me his personal slave. I do anything he demands, and I expect to be punished if I don't perform to his satisfaction. As part of my training, I have asked my boss to make a video of me eating him and three of his friends. I want everyone to see my Masters pumping their hard meat in and out of my mouth while I lather them with my saliva and lick them with my tongue. I want everyone to see me deep throating their cocks. I want everyone to see my Masters shooting their loads on my face, and filling my stomach with their cum. I want everyone to see me cleaning their cocks. I want everyone to see how grateful I am for this privilege." I stand up, turn in a complete circle, and continue, "I asked to be dressed only in frilly, pink panties. My tiny little cock is imprisoned so that I won't be tempted to touch it, and my balls are weighted so I know my place. I want to thank my Masters for allowing me to be used for their pleasure." When I am finished, I kneel back down and bow my head in humiliation. My boss is the first to walk over to me and grabs the back of my head, jerking my face upward to face the camera. "You heard him. This little fuck has begged me to train him as my personal cock sucker. He said that he would do anything to earn the privilege of eating me. So, he is going to get his chance right now." Grabbing the leash, he jerks my head so that it is up against his thick, muscular thigh. "Are you ready to show us how eager you are, CUNT?" In this humiliating position I say, "Yes, Sir, please let me eat you; please let me suck your cock and lick your balls until you cum into my mouth so that I can swallow your cum." "Good! Stand up; put your hands behind your back and spread your legs." I follow his orders quickly and without question. When I am in position, my wrists cuffs are locked together and a belt is wrapped around my upper arms and buckled tightly. I am not sure what is happening, but I remain silent and don't protest. With my arms restrained and my legs spread, two others get up and one brings a long spreader bar over to me, dropping it at my feet."Spread your fucking legs CUNT!" It is very difficult to move, but I try to slide my legs further apart. My struggle and slow movement angers the men, and one slaps me across the face and screams, "SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS, CUNT!" Two of the men grabs my ankles and roughly jerks them to the ends of the bar. Locks are slipped through the rings on my cuffs and the rings at the end of the bar. Once I am secured, I find myself completely helpless and vulnerable. I am surrounded by the four men who expect me to perform for them, endure their insults and attacks, and satisfy their desires in ways that will humiliate me. I am naked; my balls are strapped and weighted; my cock hangs flaccidly inside a tube; my wrists are cuffed; my upper arms are belted together, and my legs are held four feet apart by a torturous spreader bar. "Well, CUNT, you look like you're ready for some action." One of the men walks up to me, grabs my head and forces his cock into my mouth. As he begins to face fuck me, my boss yells, "Wait! This is going to be too easy for this CUNT. Step back a second." When he does, my boss grabs the leash and forces my head down toward the spreader bar. Then he takes the leash and wraps it around the bar so that I cannot stand straight up. My head is at waist level, the perfect height for the men to shove their hard cocks down my throat. "Okay, now this bitch is ready. Open your mouth CUNT and get ready to eat your first cock." I am your Master. This is going to be a long, hard face fuck. I want you to get me hard and hot by licking and sucking my perineum until I tell you to stop. So, get your mouth and tongue moving CUNT!" I have to turn my head to the side and strain just to get my head near his cock and balls. He grabs my head and forces my mouth under his hairy, hanging balls. I groan because of the uncomfortable position, and I moan because I thought I wanted to be a submissive slave, but now I am totally helpless and being forced to service these men for as long as they want. "Lick me you fucking bitch. I want to really feel your tongue and lips working on me." I do the best I can, using all the spit I can to get him excited. Over and over I massage him with my tongue and lips. I t does not take long until I feel him moving about and moaning, Then he grabs my head and shoves my mouth down on his hard cock. When it hits the back of my throat, I gag and cry out in fear of choking. "Relax bitch. Just keep your fucking mouth on my cock. He holds my head while he pumps his cock in and out of my mouth. "Moan for me CUNT! I want to hear you enjoying this." I know I have no choice but to obey him, so I do the best I can to go along with his movements while making meek whimpering sounds like I am enjoying this humiliating attack. "Good! Now count each time I shove my cock in your mouth." All I can do is grunt out a guttural sound each time he slides cock hits through my clenched lips. Every fifth stroke hits the back of my throat and the size of his cock almost makes me gag. Every tenth stroke he shoves his cock to the back of my throat and holds it there for at least five seconds cutting off my windpipe. The longer this goes on the more fatigued I become and within a few minutes my arms and legs are weak and shaking. I begin to worry. This is only the first of four men. How will I survive this evening? Spit begins to drip from my mouth and my moaning begins to sound like whining and begging for mercy. "I'm not done with you CUNT, so don't try to stop or you'll be sorry. I know that he is dead serious, so I use all my strength to please him and make his cum. I let him face fuck me as hard as he wants. All I can see is his muscular thighs banging away at my dripping, sore mouth. I lose track of time, but I suddenly realize he is close. He begins to grunt more loudly. and his thrusts are shorter and faster. I feel my mouth getting hotter from the friction and his cock widening. Then with one long, loud release of sound and air, globs of hot cum starts to fill my mouth. I begin swallowing immediately so I can eat it all and not have any of it forced out of my mouth by his thrusting cock. He keeps up a rhythmic fuck until his cock softens, and he pulls his cock from my worn out mouth. I notice that I am breathing heavily, and my jaws are sore, but relieved that this ordeal is over. I know that I wanted to eat a man's cock, but I was unprepared for this. Then, to further humiliate m, he takes his soft cock and slaps it back and forth across my face. "What have you got to say for yourself, you cock sucking little bitch?" After this humiliating experience, I wish more than ever that I could free myself and escape this nightmare. They are turning me into their slave and taking away my manhood. I am no longer the straight heterosexual who just wanted to see what it was like to suck a cock. I am being forced to endure their torments and fulfill their desires to dominate and use a weaker man. Feeling totally helpless, I try to look up at then and force myself to thank them taking the time to allow me to be used for their pleasure. In almost total exhaustion, I drop my head and stair at the floor. As the four men looked down at me, the next one got off his chair and came over to me. He grabs the leash and forces me to look up at him. I will release your arms and let you rest for a while if you agree to perform for me. Don't ask what; you are a slave and don't have the right to question me. Just decide if you need to rest. If you think you could endure giving me a blow job the way I want one, then we'll get start right now. My arms are numb and my legs are weak, so I know for certain that if I am to endure being worked over the rest of the night, I'd better take his offer to rest. "Sir, I'll do whatever you want if you will let me rest my arms and legs for a while." "Okay, then." He immediately unlocked the wrist cuffs, unbuckles the belt on my upper arms, and frees the leash from the spreader bar.. "I'll go you one better, CUNT since you didn't hesitate. I'm going to free your cock and balls." He cuts away the pink, frilly panties and releases the cock tube and the ball weights. Knowing that this will also help me rest, I say gratefully, "Thank you Sir. Thank you." As I kneel with my legs still spread and locked but my hands and arms free, I breathe slowly and try to relax not even thinking about the deal I just made. The men leave the room, and I can faintly hear them talking. My boss, the man that I just finished servicing, and another man come back in the room and sit down."Get ready, CUNT. You are going to have a new experience at cock sucking. We have another part-time slave boy who we have used many times to entertain us. He has been called and ordered to report here for some fun. We have decided that he is entitled to a night of role reversal. Instead of being the submissive slave, he gets to take control of you. You will submit to him while we watch. He gets to do anything he wants except fuck your ass. We're saving that ass for another time. So don't worry. Or, maybe you should worry because he has taken a lot of use and abuse since we first took control of him and trained him to be our slave. He's spent at least one entire evening at a party for about twelve of our friends chained on display for everyone to see, grope and play with. His mouth was used over and over; then later, he was chained to a punishment bench, fucked, and double penetrated several times. When we told him that he was going dominate you tonight, he thank us over and over, so be aware." Just as my boss is finished talking to me, the door bell rings. One of the men leaves the room, opens the door, speaks to someone, and then returns followed by another man. As he greets each man as "Master," I look up to see a man similar in stature to me, but dark-haired, dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt carrying a black leather grip. "Hello, bitch-boy. This is our newest slave-in-training, boy-john; we call him CUNT. He is the one I told you that you would dominate, so he's yours for the rest of the evening to use and to entertain us. I see that you brought your bag of toys. Just remember, no fucking, but you can use a rubber cock on him if you want." Bitch-boy looks at them and says, "I understand, and thank you all again for giving me CUNT. Can I leave the spreader bar in place for a while? I need his legs apart right now." They all nod in approval. "Sure! We can't wait to see you work over this CUNT. Are you going to cooperate CUNT?" I know I made a deal to do whatever they demand, so instead of getting punished for hesitating, I humbly say, "Yes, Sir. I will do whatever you demand." Bitch-boy goes over to his bag and strips off his clothes. He is clean-shaven, and his cock is already hard sticking out at least six-and-one-half inches and obviously thicker than mine. After opening the bag, he pulls out a pair of leather cuffs. "These are for you CUNT. Get the fuck off your knees and lay on your back." I struggle to pull myself to standing position so that I can sit down and lay on my back.. Once he is satisfied, he grabs my wrists and locks them together. Then he goes over to his bag again and takes out a small case that he opens and takes out six patches. He peels off the back and sticks one to each of my nipples, one of each ball, one on the head of my cock, and one on the underside of the shaft. As he attaches wire leads to each of the patches and plugs them into the black box, he laughingly says, "CUNT, you are going to see and feel what I go through during obedience training. I'm going to release you from the spreader bar for now because you'll need to be able to move around." Once the bar is removed, I stand facing him and the other men. I can see myself on the TV, so I am being taped again. My new Master for this evening, bitch-boy, picks up a red dog collar and buckles it around my neck and attaches a matching leash. It is soft in contrast to the metal choker collar that I'm still wearing. Bitch-boy picks up the leash and jerks my head to face the camera. "This is boy-john; he begged his boss to dominate him and train him to be his personal slave. I'm here to take over his training tonight. Are you ready to get started CUNT?" "Sir, yes, I'm ready. "The first thing you must learn and never forget CUNT is to THANK your Masters for taking time to train you. Since you didn't do that, you must suffer the consequences. GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!" I quickly drop to the floor with my eyes wide and not knowing what he meant by "suffer the consequences". Bitch-boy picks up the black box and says, "This is a tens unit. These wires that are attached to your cock, balls, and nipples will send an electric current from this box to you. I am going to give you an order and you will perform. The more satisfying your performance, less you will suffer. So do exactly as I say; DO IT MY WAY! I look around at the other Masters and see that they are very interested in what is about to take place. Here I am, totally at the mercy of another slave, one that is more experienced than me, one that has been put through the paces and has evidently suffered torments; now he has the chance to extract a little revenge; I am the target, and the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice tells me that I will have to endure some unpleasant tortures. Standing in front of me, he smirks, "Since you are on your knees CUNT, I want you to show ME how grateful you are that I am here to train you." Turning his back to me, bitch-boy bends over and sticks his ass up to my face. "LICK ME CUNT!" When I don't immediately bury my face between his asscheeks, he gives me a jolt. The current shoots through the wires and attacks me. My cock, balls, and nipples feel like they are on fire. I jerk forward and scream in pain. "Please, please stop!" Cranking up the current, he yells, "That's not the correct response, CUNT! Try again!" SIR! Sir, please stop.!" "FUCK NO, CUNT! Lick my ass." "Okay, Sir, I'll do it." I bury my face between his ass cheeks and lick him. I slide my tongue up and down as fast as I can until he backs off the current. "Thank you, Sir!" Turning up the current again, he yells, "FOR WHAT, CUNT?" "Thank you Sir for letting me lick your ass Sir." "That's better CUNT. Now you are learning. Let's try it again. LICK MY ASS!" As disgusting and distasteful as this is to me, this time I don't hesitate, I say, "Yes, Sir," and I probe his ass hole as deeply as I can with my hands cuffed together. But, even this earns me a shock causing me to jerk and lick harder. When he turns off the current, I say, "Thank you Sir. Thank you for letting me lick your ass." "I'm not done with you yet, CUNT." Turning to the Masters, he asks, "Sirs, can I take the spreader off. I want to make boy-john dance for you." "Sure, bitch-boy. You're still in control; we're sure boy-john would love to show us his moves. Here are the keys to the locks." Bitch-boy takes away the bar, and I can finally relax my legs. When I pull them together, bitch-boy yells, "STAND UP, CUNT! GET UP ON YOUR TOES, AND SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS!" I hurry to meet his demands. Once in position, I see myself in the TV again, sweating and naked with the electrical wires hanging from nipples, cock, and balls. I look away because I am so ashamed that I let myself get into this predicament. Why didn't I just tell my boss to go to hell and walk out? My thoughts are interrupted when my tormentor, bitch-boy, ties a blindfold over my eyes, grabs the red leash attached to my red collar and jerks it upward over my head, causing me to choke. I drop to my feet, but bitch-boy jerks even harder, and I am forced to raise up on the balls of my feet again. As I wobble about trying to get my balance, bitch-boy asks the Masters for their help. "Sirs, would you mind taking control of the tens unit and have some fun while do some other things to him? No problem bitch-boy. We can't wait to see how boy-john is going to perform. Are you ready to entertain us CUNT?" I whimper out, "Yes Sirs, but please can I have something to drink. My throat is so dry and sore." My boss says, I'll get him something. He picks up a cup, walks over to bitch-boy, holds the cup under his cock and says, "Go ahead, give CUNT something to drink." All I can hear is something filling the cup. When it is brought to my lips, I recognize the unmistakable smell of piss. I turn my head, and cry out, "No! No, I don't want to drink piss, Sir." My disobedience brings immediate punishment. The strong current flows into my cock, balls, and nipples. I scream and squirm, choking myself even more. Then I cry out, "I'm sorry Sirs; please stop; I'll drink the piss! Please. Please." The current is turned off and the cup brought to my lips. This time, I don't hesitate. I gulp down the stinking piss and lick my lips. "Thank you Sir for giving me your piss to drink." They acknowledge me by giving me another jolt. "You ever do that again, CUNT, and the punishment will be ten times worse. Understand? "Yes, Sir!. Yes, Sir; I understand and won't disobey you again." "Okay, bitch-boy; let's see what you've got." Another jerk on the leash gets my attention. He talks directly into my ear, "Boy-john, you are to sing for us while you dance. `I'm a worthless little bitch! Just call me CUNT, and I'll suck your cock!' Keep singing until I tell you to stop. Get it?" With my hands cuffed and having to stand on my toes because I am being held by my neck, I feel my face getting flushed, and I feel my heart pounding from these humiliating words. But I start singing, "I'm a worthless little bitch. Just call me cunt, and I'll suck your cock." "I don't think CUNT is really into this." Suddenly a shock is sent through my body causing me to shake, jerk, and wobble about. I react by singing as loud as I can, "I'M A WORTHLESS LITTLE BITCH. JUST CALL ME CUNT, AND I'LL SUCK YOUR COCK!" What I get as a reward is a stronger jolt of current for a few seconds and a barehanded slap across my ass. "Keep going, CUNT! Don't stop!" As I repeat the humiliating words over and over, the hellish torment and taunts continue. I wobble and choke myself as I endure shocks followed by a stinging slash of a belt on my ass and the back of my thighs. "Come on CUNT! You can't fucking sing or dance, but do it louder and faster or it gets worse." I sing as loud as I can, "I'M A WORTHLESS LITTLE BITCH. JUST CALL ME CUNT, AND I'LL SUCK YOU COCK," as I shake my hips and flop about. All of the current coursing through my body and all of the painful slashes from the belt are quickly taking toll and sapping me of all my strength. After another five minutes or so of singing and dancing, the shocks and swats stop. All I can do is stand and shake with my head bowed. Someone rips off all of the patches stuck to me, and I am allowed to stand flat footed. When the blindfold is remove, I'm facing the Masters and bitch-boy is behind me. "Turn around and show us your back, CUNT. It should be nice and red." When I turn around, they say, "Wow! He did a good job on you. But it is a shame that your chest and thighs are so white. Bitch-boy, redden up CUNT's chest and thighs while we watch." I just want to die when I hear what is going to happen to me. Bitch-boy turns me to face the camera, tells me to put my hands on my head, picks up a whip with strands from his bag and walks in front of me. He shows me no mercy when he winds up and slashes me across the chest. I feel each strand cut into me, and I scream in pain. My boss says, "He sounds like he still wants to sing for us. Okay, CUNT. Sing. Beat him bitch-boy." I lose count, but bitch-boy beats me unmercifully ignoring my cries and pleas. He alternates between my thighs and chest. The pain becomes unbearable. "Oh, please! Please stop. Please!" When he swings the whip upward between my legs, the biting strands land on my cock and balls, and I drop to the floor crying loudly and drawing my legs into the fetal position. When the Masters see me writhing on the floor trying to cover my genitals with my cuffed hands, they all shout, "Okay, bitch-boy, stop. I think CUNT has had enough. we're going to give him a rest." The Masters speak up and all say that they are tired of this game. "Bitch-boy, we think you need to get down on the floor with the CUNT." Bitch-boy responds, "But, Sir. I've got other things I want to do to the CUNT." "Who in the fuck do you think you are, boy? Have you forgotten that you are a slave and don't have the right to question us? Instead of getting to work over the CUNT, you're going to join him, right now. Get the fuck down on your knees next to him!" Bitch-boy knows he has angered the men, so he kneels next to me and bows his head. "Sorry, Sirs; I didn't mean to be disrespectful. I won't do it again." My boss turns to the others and says, "I didn't expect bitch-boy to disappoint us, so I think we can have some fun with these two. My boy-john hasn't cum since he came to my house, so I think we ought to watch these two eat each other. How's that sound?" "I want you two boys to lay side-by-side facing each other's cock." When we get in to position, he tells us to lay still, "I want to make sure you two little pussies don't try to get away from each other." He gives each of us a metal butt plug. "Okay bitch-boy, you first. Take your butt plug, lather it with your spit and put it in the CUNT's ass." I hear him licking the butt plug; then he leans over my waist, pulls my ass cheeks apart and roughly shoves the shiny intruder in my asshole. I grunt loudly from the pressure and the pain. I am not use to having anything inside of me. "Okay, that's good. Your turn CUNT." I lick the plug with my spit, lean over him and pull his ass cheeks; to my surprise, it slides into his asshole easily, telling me that he has been fucked before. When I am finished, my boss attaches leads to the ends of the metal plugs."While you two boys eat each other, we're going to have some fun shocking your ass holes." Neither one of us want to hear this, but since we have no choice, we both say, "Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir." I hold his balls in my right hand and his cock in my left as I guide it into my mouth. With him laying the other way he pulls on my balls and takes my cock in to his mouth. We are allowed to suck each other for a few minutes. Then the first shock comes. "Stop slaves. Start licking each other's balls." We both suck in each other's balls. The pleasant stimulation is so much better than enduring pain. I swirl my tongue around his balls and moan gratefully for him attention to my balls. Another shock is followed by the order, "Finish each other off. You two cock suckers are having too much fun." I take bitch-boy's cock in to my mouth, and he takes mine. We rock and thrust as best as we can while a current is sent through the butt plug and into our ass holes. The combination of his sucking and the current is bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, and I jerk even more violently as I shove my cock into bitch-boy's mouth and suck on his cock. As we writhe together on the floor to the delight of the Masters' laughing and clapping, bitch-boy is the first to cum, shooting his load into my mouth as I swallow it down. The Masters see his spasms and watch as I continue devouring his cock. Before I can cum, we are pulled apart. I am told to lay on my back, and bitch-boy is told to grab my ankles. "Hold CUNT's ankles over his head." One of men grabs my cock, points it toward my mouth, and starts to jack me off. "Since you can't do a simple thing like cumming in another slave's mouth, you can cum in your own." All of the men gather around an watch as I am being masturbated. As embarrassing as this is, all of the stimulation brings me to the edge very quickly, and, as I feel myself ready to orgasm. I begin moaning loudly. The man jerking my shaft yells, "OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH CUNT." With my mouth wide open, I shoot globs of cum that hits the back of my throat. My legs are not release until every drop is milked from my dick. When I am allowed to lay on the floor, I am told, "Right now we're going to give you a little rest. There is a bed in the back that you can use until they're ready to use you again. Follow me, CUNT." I obediently crawl behind him through the door and into another room where I see a dog cage with a blanket balled up inside. "This is where my friends keep their slaves when they are not being use. It is a little small, but you'll get use to it. He leads me over to the black steel door and tells me to wait. "I want to get something else for you, CUNT." When he returns, he is carrying some kind of strap. "This is a cock gag. Look at the two inch rubber dick. It goes into your mouth to remind you that you are nothing but a cock sucking bitch. Before I put it on, I got one more treat for you." He stands in front of me, unzips his fly, pulls out his cock and says, "Open your mouth CUNT. I've got to piss and you are the closest thing to a toilet." As humiliated as I am, I obediently open my mouth as he begins to piss on my face. As he fills my mouth, I swallow all I can. Once he is finished, he rubs his dick on my face and then shoves the cock gag into my mouth. The strap goes around my head so that I can not expel it from my mouth. "Now, in you go CUNT. You'll have to stay there until we come back for you. So, you'd better rest because you've got a lot of work to do." I whimper to myself as the lights in the room are turned off, and I am left in the dark to arrange my bedding and to get some much needed rest. I can curl up like a dog, but cannot stretch my legs. In this uncomfortable position, I fall asleep. Send comments and critiques to darkroad53@yahoo.com. More to CUM!