Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2021 11:20:06 -0500 From: Vincent Andrews Subject: A New Year for a Sub (part 8) This is probably the last installment of the series. I might come back to it in the future (depending on the feedback), but I think this is a good place to leave things with our favorite sub/slave. Thanks all for reading, and remember, if you like these smutty stories, consider throwing a few bucks to help pay for the website. http://donate.nifty.org/ ----------------------------------------- The slave obliged its masters orders, walking back to the guest house with the new chastity bouncing back and forth. it got very horny feeling the swaying metal from its body in the open air, especially the metal lock going through its cock. Not wanting to upset the masters for taking too long, the slave hurried to the guest bathroom, and turned on the water to a tepid lukewarm temperature, the ideal temperature as instructed by Master Miguel. The slave lubed its asshole, then hopped into the shower, flipping the switch on the showerhead to the shower enema. Carefully inserting the tube, it washed out and filled the insides until it was full, at which point the slave turned the shower off, and used the toilet, not wanting to dirty the shower. After repeating the process a few more times, the liquid was finally clear. The slave then took the collar off, showered clean and dried off, reattached the collar, and proceeded to the dungeon in the basement. The sex slave climbed down the stairs into the leather-clad basement. The music was already playing, a steady techno beat with lots of bass. This was a sign that it would be yet another recorded session for M&S Productions, although there were no cameras set up. There was a note on the bar at the bottom of the stairs, reading "For Slave, congrats", next to a shot glass of clear liquid. Grateful for the alcohol to take the edge off, the slave drank it up and felt the drink burn on its way down. The slave then saw the pile of clothes on the bed, and its heart skipped a beat. There was a black rubber catsuit, a harness, and the hood from its first scene - that was it! Using one of the giant tubs of lube, the slave poured the lube into the insides of the suit to get it nice and slick. The slave lifted its left leg and entered the suit, sliding all the way down until each toe lined up in its slot. The slave moaned in pleasure, having mentioned several times its fascination with full-body encapsulation. Pulling the leg all the way up, the slave shifted its weight to the rubbered foot, and repeated the process for the other leg. The thick rubber made every hair on its legs bristle with excitement. The slave pulled the rubber up to the torso, pushing the new chastity cage through a zippered opening for the cock and ass. Zipper flaps lined up perfectly with the nipples, as if the suit was custom fit. The slave worked its way into the arms, pulling the attached gloves tight until each finger was covered. With some difficulty, the slave zipped the back of the suit up, leaving only its locked cock, ass, and head exposed. The slave felt all over its body, particularly enjoying how the pierced nipples felt through the suit. Not wanting to waste more time,the slave picked up the harness and worked it through both shoulders, attaching it in the front, and adjusting the straps to be as tight as possible. The slave picked up the hood, and took a moment to reflect on its surroundings. The slave had no idea what scene was in store, and was about to be blind in a giant sex dungeon, to be used however its Masters decided. Chuckling a bit with satisfaction, the slave picked up the heavy leather hood and pulled it down, leaving the former boy in total darkness. The slave worked the large gag into the mouth, then pulled the straps tight. Laying in the bed with horny anticipation, the slave breathed slowly and felt around its torso. It was no longer a man; it had become a sexual object waiting to be used. The thought of how it looked, lounging in the sex dungeon, made the slave even hornier, and the cock cage throbbed in pleasure. This was the type of outfit from its favorite pornos, and if the past few months were any indication, the activities of the day would be recorded to be enjoyed later, by horny men all over the world. Caught off guard by the further muffling of the music, the slave fell further into subspace when the headphones were added, repeating the mantra that established its role: You are just a hole. You are meant to take cock. The slave moaned again, knowing the Masters were nearby, ready to start the scene. Restraints were added to its hands and ankles, and the slave had no idea the position it would end up in and where this horny scene would go. Four hands started rubbing the suit all over, leading to a steady leaking of precum. Another pair of hands joined the rubbing, causing the slave to lean up and panic a bit, but a fourth pair of hands pulled him back down. The slave concentrated on the mantra and trusted its Masters for whatever was about to unfold. Distantly, the slave heard a countdown, "1-2-3!" The slave was then lifted up off the bed by the many pairs of hands, and placed onto a board. The arms were stretched out and locked to attachment points, and next to them, the legs were lifted and locked into place, exposing the ass prominently. The back of the hood was clipped into another ring, securing the slave firmly to the board, resulting in another stream of precum. The chastity cage was attached via a chain to the guiche, ratcheting it tight. The board was lifted, and the slave was carried through the dungeon, up the stairs, through the house, and finally outside, based on the air blowing on the cock cage. The board was secured, somewhere, and the slave sat still again, listening to the mantra over and over again. You are just a hole. You are meant to take cock. The slave pulled at the arm and ankle restraints, testing how secure they were, but they wouldn't budge. Hands once again touched the body, adding more restraints to secure the body firmly to the board. The headphones were pulled off, revealing the sound of loud music and many people talking. "Are you ready for your gangbang, slave?" growled Master Scott into the hood. The slave moaned and nodded ferociously, wanting to be used and taken by as many cocks as possible. "They've all been tested, and you'll be serving the gentlemen all weekend long. You'll be taking ten cocks today. I hope you enjoy," Master Miguel muttered into the other ear. "But first, a fisting!" Master Scott yelled, causing the guys to cheer. The headphones went back on as the slave hung from the board limp, horny, and desperate to be used. A gloved finger soon entered the hungry ass, which went in easily. The slave was proud of how loose its hole was, and didn't want to disappoint the group. it kept repeating the mantra as a second finger slid in just as easily, stimulating the prostate and causing a steady leaking from the locked cock. The slave's head was lifted forward, and the scent of poppers filled the hood, causing the slave to relax even more as a third finger was added. Despite the tightness, the fingers were easily able to slide in and out of the ass, stretching it out even more when a fourth finger was added. The prostate kept humming, and the slave moaned even more in ecstacy. The headphones came off momentarily. "You got this boy... I mean slave. I believe in you!" whispered Master Miguel before reattaching the headphones. The slave beamed with pride as the thumb worked its way in. The fist paused at the sphincter as the hand curled into the shape of a duck. Another rush of poppers filled the hood, letting the slave relax enough for the fist to enter. The slave howled in delight and bit firmly on the gag in the hood, as the fist sloppily entered in and out, rocking the prostate. It was in heaven, letting go of all worries as the body was used like a sex toy. The fist pulled out, causing the slave to shake and whine. The slave wanted more, and moaned as loud as it could through the gagged hood. A pair of hands grasped the harness, and a giant cock easily slid into the hole. The anonymous cock pounded the ass mercilessly, keeping the slave on edge as the locked cock continued to leak. You are just a hole. You are meant for cock. The mantra kept repeating, and the slave kept saying those words into the gag of the hood as its ass was assaulted by cock. The first cock shot its load deep inside the slave's bowels, leaving behind a thick layer of cum for the next cock, which was just as big. A wave of poppers rushed through the hood, relaxing the slave even more. it was overwhelmed with joy as wave after wave of pleasure came from its prostate. The second cock took its time and caressed the slave's body. The fucking felt familiar, and the slave guessed it was Maaster Miguel. The cock soon sped up, delivering the second load of cum inside of the slave, making the ass a nice goopy mess. The third cock was a bit smaller, but very experienced, hitting the slave's prostate with every thrust, sending him to the brink of an orgasm. Thrust after thrust entered the sloppy hole filled with cum, and the third cock soon added its load, causing the slave to spill out the sweet manjuice. The slave wished it wasn't in a bondage hood so it could suck these cocks, but being blindfolded and hooded in an anonymous gangbang had its appeal. The fourth cock slid in the cummy hole easily. By now, the slave's ass was loose and sloppy, and it easily took the brutal assault from the fast-paced cock. Within minutes, the cock added its load to the hole, immediately replaced by the thickest cock yet of the session. The fifth cock was slow and deliberate, demanding attention from the slave with every thrust. The slave recognized the fucking as Master Scott, whose years of experience made him an expert. The slow rhythmic fucking picked up pace, only to slow down, then speed back up. All the while, the other men started playing with the slave, touching the rubber gimp all over. A pair of hands opened the flaps over the nipples and started playing with the pierced nipples. Another pair of hands played with the locked cock, keeping it rock-hard in the tiny metal cage. Another pair of hands massaged the legs, and another massaged the shoulders, bringing the gimp to new heights of ecstasy. Master Scott's pace sped up as the slave shuddered all over in orgasmic pleasure. Flashes of light blinded the slave from inside the hood as it leaked a steady stream of cum. With a final assault, Master Scott came inside the loose, sloppy hole, adding his cum to the mix. The slave breathed heavy as the warm feeling spread from its prostate to its entire body, culminating in a full body orgasm. Its eyes fell back as the gimp howled in pleasure from the full body orgasm. For several minutes, the slave existed in time and space as its body shook with joy. When the pleasure subsided, someone took the hood off of the slave, letting him see the gentlemen in the backyard. The slave recognized Dr. Barr, who was now wearing a leather jacket instead of his scrubs. Damien, the guy who pierced the slave, was standing behind a camera, recording all of the action (fully clothed). There were two other guys, both young, and both with raging hard cocks, like a scene right out of a frat house. "You did well slave. How did you enjoy that?" asked Master Scott as he wiped off the drool from the gimp's mouth. "This slave wants more," the slave replied with a chuckle. "If you can guess whose cock was whose, we can arrange that," Master Miguel replied as he offered a glass of water with a straw. The gimp took a few sips, then looked around. "You were the second one. Doctor Barr was the third. The fifth was Master Scott's," the slave panted, thinking about the hedonic scene it just endured. The gimp looked at the two young strangers. "These two were first and fourth, not sure who was who. You all felt amazing inside of me," the slave added, still breathing heavily. "Great job slave. You know your cocks," Master Scott cheered before going in for a kiss. The slave kissed back passionately, as its tongue was the only part of the body it could control. "What about the fisting?" asked Master Miguel as he played with the locked cock. "Damien, I'm guessing?" asked the slave. "Guilty. I'm no fan of fucking like these guys, but there's something about seeing my fist disappear inside someone!" spoke the pierced giant from behind the camera. "Let's get some more drinks before we do round two," Master Miguel suggested, as he poured shots of tequila for the gentlemen, who left for the patio while the gimp remained tied to the post in the yard. Master Scott stayed with the slave, and shoved a large buttplug in the ass to keep in all of the cum. "In case you're worrying, I have been in regular contact with the doctor and the two college boys, Eric and Derrick. They've all been tested, and they all agreed to join in a nice gangbang on the first nice day. We lucked out that was on your first day of your contract extension," Master Scott explained. "Yes Master! This slave can't thank you enough," the slave beamed while squeezing lightly on the buttplug. The five loads' worth of cum were still slurping around the slave's insides. "You can repay us by serving these gentlemen for the next two weeks, while they quarantine in our guest houses. You'll wait on them hand and foot. Your collar will buzz once for the main house, twice for Doctor Barr and Damien, and three times for the college studs. Is that understood?" Master Scott asked. "Yes Master! it would be honored," the slave replied. "Good, now lick my cock clean," Master Scott demanded as he shoved the cock in the slave's mouth and started facefucking. "We're getting again started already?" asked Doctor Barr with a laugh. He came over to the post, pulled out the plug, and started fucking the slave. "I wanna get in on this spitroasting," Master Miguel added. He lubed up his cock and lined up next to the doctor, who gave a nod. The second cock entered the well-used hole, and the double penetration brought new peaks of joy to the slave. "No fair!" "What about us?" asked Eric and Derrick, the college studs, as they started lubing up their still-hard dicks. While thrusting in and out of the slave's mouth, Master Scott took off the arm restraints, letting the slave's arms hang out. The slave's hand clenched into an open fist, and the two college studs added their cocks to the double penetration and the facefucking. All five gentlemen used the slave, panting in pleasure, until one by one, they all shot their loads for a second time. Daddy Miguel came first, and one of the studs joined the doctor in the double penetration. The other stud shot his load in the slave's hand, followed soon by the doctor, who pulled out. The young stud soon added his load to the sloppy ass, leaving Master Scott as the last one who hadn't cum a second time. "I'll save my load for later. Let's get you down so you can stretch out a bit. You're going to be used a lot over the next two weeks," Master Scott remarked, leaving the gimp squealing in delight. The slave didn't know how he got so lucky, but he felt happier than he ever had. He knew his purpose - to submit and serve other men. In such a bad year for everyone else, he was having the best year of his entire life, doing everything he fantasized about doing.