Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2016 19:39:11 -0700 From: Rob Z Subject: inferior nothing - 7 inferior nothing By: Rob Z haverimseat4you@gmail.com http://www.sgttate.com To keep reading this and the other 200000+ Nifty stories please donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ----------- The past week's chaos is finally coming to an end. My job is over; my boss accepted the letter of resignation My Lord wrote. I have broken my lease. My complex provided me a dollar figure. It is so nice to just write the check and not worry. after depositing the cash into my account. My Lord found a moving company who will move my stuff over to the new place. They are even going to pack me up. So all I have to do is drive on over to the new place and wait for them to show up with my stuff. The money that My Lord has given me for the move has already been deposited. I am wearing clothes for the first time in days to greet the movers. It feels good to be thinking of moving out. Ever since I was chastitized and denuded, My Lord hasn't been cruel to me; I see a difference in him now that I am his. I have even grown accustomed to my cock cage. I have no choice. I sit to pee, which My Lord tells me is how cunts should always pee. The cage is solidly on. Between the soldering and the rivets, there is no way in hell this is coming off--not without using some heavy tools to cut through the metal. Over the past few visits, My Lord has had me clean his ass, drink his piss, and take his load--either down the stomach or up the cunt. With today being moving day, I don't know if there will be any sex. This question will be answered as he enters my soon to be former apartment unannounced. He's accompanied by a man who is significantly shorter but still very muscular. He wears a tank top. Grey chest hair pours over the top, matching his rugged beard. In his tanned hand is a clipboard. "So this is the inferior nothing I was telling you." The older man responds. "Interesting." My Lord approaches me, only to slap me hard. I fall to the floor. "I deserve that as I am your inferior nothing." The tank top man starts to laugh as My Lord commands, "Get out of those clothes." I scramble to remove my clothing, as they approach the table. He looks at the rim seat. "This is interesting too." "Well after it signs the papers, you can give it a try." "I'll be happy with just a simple blowjob." "I insist." "I don't know." His raspy voice softens. "I don't know if I am clean back there." "Doesn't matter. It will lick your hole no matter what condition it is in." "What is that on his dick?" "Oh that? I had that put on so that he won't ever cum again. He's perpetually horny. The best part is that he cannot remove it. The guy that put it on him is really good at what he does." The other man chuckles, "You really do play a twisted hard core game." "You have no idea." "Oh yes I probably do." My Lord looks at me. "Get over here." I race over and am handed a pen by the man. "These are papers to sign so that we can move your stuff." My Lord interrupts. "It doesn't need to know what it is signing. It just needs to know where to sign." "Here, here, and initial here." The man points to three spaces on the first page. I sign and initial where I am supposed to. The process is repeated on six other pages. I have no idea what I am agreeing to. At the end, My Lord adds, "Leave me all the copies. I want them for my records. It has no purpose for them." He then looks at me. "Get installed under the rim seat. And clean him out good." Climbing under the seat, the man walks up to me. "I've never used one of these." "You've never used a toilet before? How do you shit?" After a pause, the two men laugh almost in unison. "No seriously, just have a seat, like you are going to take a dump, it will take over from there. He hesitates, but turns, drops his pants, and reveals one of the hairiest asses I have ever seen. He has a flat ass, but with all the hair, it looks much bigger than it does. He sits, and his crack parts revealing so much hair that I cannot see his hole. My tongue tries to find it, but with all the thick wiry hair, it is difficult to find skin let alone asshole. I taste sweat, and a lot of it. Every once in a while, I think I taste shit, but if it is, then it tastes nothing like what I ate the other day. "He's good." "Of course it is. I wouldn't have it around if it wasn't." I feel a kick to my foot at rest. "Get these legs up, and spread them." I comply, only to feel lube being slathered around my cunt. At the same time, my tongue starts to probe his shithole, a large butt plug starts to probe me. It doesn't take long for me to open up accept the plug. As I orally explore his crack, his saliva drenched wiry hairs cut into my tongue like tiny razors. "Your boy here sure can eat out an ass!" "If you need to take a shit, go right ahead." Oh no. I can't do that again. "Nah. I would like to get that simple blowjob. It's going to be a long day moving his stuff." My Lord kicks my side. "Ok piece of shit inferior nothing, you heard the man. Give him his much needed head. Keep in mind, he's going to be moving your stuff. You don't want to piss him off." He gets up revealing his moist crack hairs glued to his skin from my spit. My Lord raises the seat, allowing me to scurry to the this man. His cock is not too thick and about six inches in length--an average size dick. The pubic hair is very much like his ass hair: wiry, long, and over abundant, making his dick look half the size. He puts his hands on either side of my head and, with force, pulls me onto his dick. It goes into my mouth with the head venturing into my throat. He commands, "Lick my balls." With his hands firmly on my head, I don't know how to pull off his dick to start to lick his sack. He commands, "Lick. My. Balls." With his shaft still in my mouth, I extend my tongue to his balls. By doing this, my throat opens up allowing him to shove deeper. I am not expecting it, and I gag. Holding my head tightly, he rhythmically thrusts a little. It is difficult to breathe. I instinctively manage to pull off. My throat slobber is all over his dick. He smacks me across the face. I am about to give my response, when he shoves back into my mouth. "Keep licking bitch." Licking is difficult, but nowhere near as a challenge as breathing is. He doesn't take long to cum. In fact, he's one of the quickest men I have ever blown. I don't taste much of his spooge, as most of it is released down my throat. He pulls back to deposit a squirt or two on my tongue, which allows me to catch my breath. My Lord asks, "A simple blowjob, huh?" The mover laughs a little. My Lord laughs with him. "Zip up, and get the fuck out of here." The two men continue to laugh as the cleaned off cock withdraws from my mouth. My Lord adds, "We'll be out of here in a few minutes." The guy is straightening his clothes. "I still have to pick up the guys. We'll be back in about an hour. We should have everything on the truck by noon or one." "Great." My Lord smacks me across the face. "Get dressed." "I deserve that as I am your inferior nothing." I am dressed in no time, and we head out with My Lord handing me the rimseat to carry. I place the seat into the back of the trunk of his Hyundai Sonata. As he takes out his cock and fills the water bottle with is rank piss like before, I climb in. He hands his piss to me and then slams the trunk lid down. It is tighter than the other trunks I have been in as that I share the trunk with the rim seat, but at least the ride is not too long, and he doesn't swerve around like he did last time. We pull into the garage. The trunk is popped open, but My Lord doesn't help me let alone wait for me to get out. I stumble onto the cold concrete floor. I carry the seat with me inside. "Get installed underneath that. I need my shithole cleaned." He throws my black hood at me. Last time I was here, I didn't get a good look around. This time I don't have much time before the hood goes on. But from what I can see, this is a high end modern place. I crawl under the rimseat like I have been doing for weeks, and he plants his ass on my face. He's dirty. I lick his dirty skid marks. "You would be wise not to retch or gag." The taste reminds me of the other day. Fortunately he is nowhere as messy as before. "Listen up. This is your new home. You will see that is a significant step up from that shit hole you just left. I have taken care of everything for you, but always remember this: you are nothing more than a piece of furniture. This is my place, and you are a small part of it--just like the toaster. When you go exploring around today, take inventory of every item here and its function. Everything has its place. I expect everything to be maintained. You serve many purposes to me, and one of them is to make everything here spotlessly clean, from the kitchen counters to my shithole that your tongue seems to like cleaning. I am providing everything for you. You will have a well stocked fridge. You will have a bed. You will have money deposited into your account. Do you understand? Flick your tongue in and out twice if you do." My tongue probes in and out twice as directed. "Good. Now, I will say that this is not going to be a constant diet of rainbows and unicorns. You will be used, by me as I want. You have lost all rights to saying no. I will be having dinner parties here where you will be expected to serve as I describe, naked of course. I will be sending men here for you to serve as they wish. This includes the landlord. I have negotiated a steal of a price for this place on the condition that he has access to you when I am not here. I gladly agreed to that. And he gets to use you as he wishes. If that means that he beats you with a bullwhip, then you are going to be gladly welted up. If that means using you as a full toilet, then so be it. If he wants to shove his arm up that cunt, then you best learn how to relax that twat. This townhouse apartment has three other units attached. They all have tenants who are into kink, and they all know that screams maybe heard at any time. Not that you will be meeting any of them any time soon. You will not be leaving this place for a long while. You need a lot more training to meet my needs. The landlord will be assisting me on this. We have thoroughly discussed this. I control everything here. You have no say." He stands. "I have to get back to work. You may explore where you will be while I am gone. I have told the Landlord that your availability begins today. Now get up, and I will be back this afternoon." He pulls up his pants and unceremoniously leaves. I get up and take off the hood. Now I can survey the place. Two things strike me instantly. The first is that the decor is primarily white--white uncomfortable furniture, white walls, white tables, white drapes, white kitchen cabinets, white countertop, and so on. Intermix with all the white is dark wood. The floor is a dark ash color. The side tables are the same dark ash. The dark floor carries through the place. The other thing that strikes me is how upscale it is. It looks designed by a professional designer. The kitchen is open to the dining area and into the living room. The appliances are top line. The lighting is all over the place, but it is not glaring in the eye. The far wall is one giant modern built in book shelf, with high end pieces of art perfectly lit. There is a television perfectly placed in the middle of the wall. There are two bedrooms and an office. The office is locked, but I still can see in. It too is impeccably decorated and spotlessly kept. The first bedroom looks like it is mine, as it is quite empty except for a cot and side table. My stuff will probably go in there. The second bedroom is larger than the first and it is filled with sex equipment. There is a St. Andrews Cross, a fuck bench, another rimseat, a stockade, and other pieces. The wood in the equipment is the same color as the floor. A king size bed is on the far wall. Built in shelves--like the living room--loaded with toys flank the bed. There is no linen on the bed, only leather. Apart from the black leather, the rest of the room is either white or dark wood. It all fits together thematically. With all the lights in this room on, it is quite bright. "Cunt?" comes from the other room. I step out and see the mammoth landlord. He's taking off his shirt to reveal that massive barrel chest. I love the hair trail that meanders down his center. "Your man told me that I have free reign here when he's not here. Seeing I saw him leave a few minutes ago, I now know it is my time to have some fun. Go and get on the fuck bench in the play room." While he finishes disrobing I go back into the room and climb on the bench, located in the center of everything. After a couple moments, he walks in the room. He wears a executioner's hood, framing his well manicured goatee. A perfectly formed set of chaps hug his legs, perfectly framing his incredibly thick cock--standing out ready to assault. Knee high boots and leather gloves complete the look. I have been to many leather bars, and I have never seen a man so connected and comfortable in his gear. He grabs the large plug and yanks. It feels like my hole comes out with it. He places the plug in front of me. "Clean that off." I start to lick. There's the moving guy's cum from the morning. There's also butt slime. Still I lick away. He approaches me with restraints. They first go on my ankles, which are then secured to the fuck table. Then my wrists are secure. There is no way to continue the plug cleaning. The landlord notices this and simply moves it to a nearby table. "Thirsty?" There is no time for me to answer before he says, "Good. Open up." He shoves his thick semi-erect cock in my mouth, and immediately unleashes a torrent of piss. It is not as strong as My Lord, but the force of the piss is very difficult to keep up and swallow. Some spills on the floor. The landlord mumbles to himself, "What a piece of shit." He finishes and pulls out a solid rigid cock. Moving around to my hole, he applies a large gob of lube and then unceremoniously shoves in. Thank god the plug was in there stretching me out for half the day. I accommodate his girth without too much strain. Grabbing my hair in his fist, he uses it as a handle to fuck me. Slamming into me with the force of a truck, causes the fuck bench to lurch forward a number of inches. He takes his free hand and slaps my ass as he fucks. Then, he changes up and starts slapping my face. "I deserve that, as I am an inferior nothing." It did not feel right to use the updated verbiage, as he is not My Lord. "That's right fuck head. You are nothing. You are my play thing. And I can't wait to fuck you up." He laughs and picks up his fucking pace. "You won't be able to walk for days once I am really done with you. You got that?" He smacks me once again, and then another, and another. His hand clenches my hair tighter as he slams into me harder. "FUCK YOU CUNT!" He follows with a scream. The fuck strokes stop with his cock deep inside of me. I can feel the pulses in his dick. He pulls out. "Fuck." He exhales. "Damn." Walking around to the front of me, he presents his softening cock to clean. I lick the cum that slowly drips from the slit. He's clean within a minute or two. "You are going to be a lot of fun." He walks behind me, out of my periphery, and I dare not look. I hear him fumble with some device. After a minute, I can hear him wheel something over to me. My curiosity wins, and I quickly glance over. He moves a fuck machine with a good sized dildo over in my direction. "Your man wanted this in your cunt when I left." After a moment of fumbling, I feel the dildo enter my hole. He turns it on. The strokes are not that long, but they go in deep. After ten seconds or so, the thrusting stops. "Now, your job is to accept this fucking. That dildo is not to fall out of your twat. You got that?" "Yes Sir." I don't know how to address him. 'Sir' seems appropriate. I can feel him put several large gobs of lube at my ass. It is nice and cool. He belches as he walks out the room, leaving the motionless dildo up my ass. His boots make a racket on the wood floor. After a minute or so, his keys are heard. Then the door closes. Wait a minute, I am here secured to this fuck bench with a mechanical dildo up my ass--one that is not turned on. Is he coming back? The answer to that is no. In fact I lie here for a long time, a couple hours or more. I don't know how long it is when the fuck machine starts up on its own. I am startled, and I look around. No one is here in the townhome apartment with me. The dildo goes in deep and withdraws without falling out. The only thing I can do is just lay there and let this thing fuck me, and fuck me it does. After about fifteen minutes it picks up the pace. Actually, it becomes quite fast. Looking around, no one is here. "Hello?" I ask not expecting anyone to answer. "Inferior Nothing." That's My Lord, but I don't see him. His voice sounds different. I continually strain my neck to see behind me. "Stop thrashing around. You do not want that dildo to fall out. If it does, I will replace it with a toilet brush." I stop moving. "Good. I have installed throughout the apartment, over two dozen closed circuit cameras so that I can monitor you from afar. I have the cameras and the sound system speakers set up so I can watch and communicate with you from anywhere in the world." The fuck machine stops. "I also have control over that dildo going into your cunt. The machine will start up in a few moments, but I want you to focus on what I am about to say. As you saw as you walked around the place, I have a very nice place for you. You see that you are another appliance to me to be controlled remotely." The machine thrusts three times before returning to a resting position. "I have worked it out with the landlord to come over at least once a day to enjoy himself at your expense. You will comply with every single request of his. I will be watching over these cameras. Do not try to locate them or interfere with their functionality. This is what I want. I want to control your every move. I will speak to you as I see fit. You will go with your chores everyday, until you are given an order. You are not to go where you are not allowed under any circumstance. My office is off limits. The bed in front of you is off limits too; the cot in the other room will suffice. All doors to the outside are locked from both sides. You are not allowed to leave this place until I have decided you earned the privilege to do so. You will have a full kitchen, access to cable TV, and perpetual fuckings. That's it. Your stuff from your old apartment has been moved into storage, and you won't get access to it until I decide you earned the privilege to do so. You will not have access to the outside world; that is until I decide you earned the privilege to do so. You will be kept here for a while. Consider this a slave cage for you--a very elaborate one with lots of conveniences." Wow. This morning I was a free man, and now I an confined to this place. But if he had really nefarious reasons for locking me up then he could have put me in a literal cage and not rented an apartment for me. Why go through that expense? "I will be traveling to Singapore over the next two weeks. I have informed the landlord that you will need daily fuckings and abuse. He gladly will comply. I may also send some men over for you to serve, which you will do without hesitation. Do you understand?" He has thought about me a lot, to make sure I was looked after. "Yes My Lord, I understand as I am your inferior nothing." "Good." He turns on the fuck machine to a healthy speed. "Welcome to your new life. I will be watching." ----------- Comments or Questions: haverimseat4you@gmail.com I have written a novel just as twisted: http://www.sgttate.com