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It was a foggy evening in the Town. Brad was walking beside the road that lead to a truck stop. He couldn’t help but wonder how the hell everything happend so quickly. Brad was 19 year old boy who seemed to be an ordinary c***d of an ordinary family. He was a dark haired skinny boy and had a bit of a feminine features. He was currently in no school as he was not admitted to any since he didn’t do well on the tests. He was living with his mother, enjoying the carefree lifestyle of a student who didnt go to any school. He had friends but no girlfriend; he never had a girlfriend. Yes he seemed ordinary but Brad had an urge. A sexual urge that came now and then and when it came brad started to fantasise about being humiliated and degraded. He was deeply submissive from a young age. At first Brad watched femdom porn, then he started to watch transsexuals and in the end gay bondage. He was however not gay himself, he wasn’t turned on by men but by the idea of ultimate submission. As brad turned 18 he felt the urge more and more and porn just didnt satisfy him anymore. He registered himself in a bdsm site where people of his country were on and started chatting with people online. He never had any luck with women as there were far less of them on the site then horny men. However he had many chats with men that filled his urge, for the time being. It was a few months before his 19 birthday when the chat bell ringed one night, and Brad was just in the middle of jacking off. His body tingling from the inside Brad was in his submissive stance and immediately looked at the chat window
MASTERDON says:
»Hello slut, I hear you are teasing other Masters.«
Brad got a bit scared as he did in fact chickened out of a few arranged encounters with some of the people on the site. But he was horny and confident that no one can actually do anything to him since it was all anonymous, he did however make a mental note that he should make a new account for the site, as he answered:
»Yes Master this slut deserves punishment«
MASTERDON says:
»Yes she does. She deserves a long and hard punishment«
Brad got excited that he was being referred to as a girl and quickly replied:
»This bitch wishes to be filled with your cock master«
MASTERDON says:
»That’s no punishment you slut, that would be a reward! But since you are being such a good little puppy I am considering to give you some slack. What do you say if I tell you to meet me at the bus station of the 43. Street?«
Brad was puzzled, something wasn’t quite right. People didn’t usually asked for a meeting this quickly and as horny as he was still a careful person and wouldn’t just trust someone who he just met on the internet. After some consideration he wrote:
» I’m sorry Master but this slut isn’t ready yet«
MASTERDON says:
»Wrong bitch! You say: Yes master thank you for choosing me, would you be so generous and tell me when should I wait or shall I just go there and wait for your greatness to come? The answer to that is Friday 10.00 pm and I would be there if I were you«
MASTERDON logged off
Now brad was getting scared again. This man sure made it clear that he was serious but what could he possibly do to him as long as he didn’t know who he was. And logic dictated that him meeting this man would only make him vulnerable. So he decided right ahead to not go.
As days passed and Friday came closer and closer Brad jacked off many times to a fantasy of what would it be if he went to meet this mysterious man and he changed his mind of not going almost every time he was on a verge of climax but afterward he always came to his senses.
When Friday night was coming to an end and Brad walked home from an evening of smoking pot and drinking beer he got a message. He casually checked his phone and read the text: I KNOW WHO YOU ARE SLUT, YOU DID A BIG MISTAKE AND NOW YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR IT....... SLOWLY! MEET ME ON THE WEB FOR MORE DETAILS IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU
Brad was terrified, This man knew his phone number, and if he knew his phone number he must also know his name and probably his address. He ran trough the cold night to get online as soon as possible.
When he came home Brad was sweating all over. His mother was already sleeping so he quietly went to his bedroom and open his computer. As soon as it opened Brad jumped to the keyboard and went online on the site. MASTERDON was online and Brad who was now very angry that someone was threatening him wrote:
»What do you want from me you bastard?«
MASTERDON says:
» Tsch tsch not very polite you slut, you were so much nicer in our previous talk. What I want is repentance for all of your cockteasing, I also wish to put in a place you deserve as you obviously live a much to comfortable life for such a slut. Drinking and smoking in the park. Vandalizing a trashcan, tsch tsch such naughty slut«
Brad got a chill through all of his body. He and his friends destroyed a trashcan in the park tonight, which meant that whoever this man was he was watching him tonight. Still brad thought to himself, he has nothing on me, I however can call the police and say he was threatning me if this gets even more out of control. Thinking that brad replied:
»Look whoever you are just stop it ok? « Its really creeping me out and if you don’t stop this I’m going to be forced to call the police! «
MASTERDON says:
»And what will you say to them? They cant find me you see, I am a what you would say a computer genius and I’m confident that no one can track me trough this chats. You on the other hand are not so lucky ;) As of right now I own al your chat histories and all your porn in addition I have obtained your facebook account as well«
Brad just wanted to hit himself, even though he couldn’t have perceived such a turn of events he simply felt stupid for so eagerly jumping in to a trap. As soon as he opened the site the man was already making his way to his personal files. Now he felt helpless and pulling of the urge was accompanied with a rush of fear. He stared blankly in the computer screen until the man wrote to him again:
» Now listen slut! You blew your chance to repent quickly so you will have to suffer for a longer period. Your current sentence will be 6 months but keep in mind that your actions can quickly get you an addition to that time. In this 6 or more moths you will serve me whenever and whatever I want. If you will be a good slut I will be considerate and will try to keep your regular activities intact but if you won’t obey you might be called in the middle of lunch or perhaps in the middle of a basketball game that you like to play with your friends and you will have to obey and run to me. And you will do whatever I say without hesitation no matter how humiliating they might seem, again your performance will be the judge how publicly and how humiliating this tasks will be. And if you don’t do as I say your facebook account will post many of the insightful chats you had with your dear friends of this site, oh and lets not forget all the marvellous pictures of you all dressed up in your mothers clothing. You look real hot you know, I can’t believe you have a mother that would wear those though, she must be a slut like you. Well anyway your first assignment will be to meet me, for real this time, at the bus station on the 43 street at 10 pm tomorrow. This time you are free not to come if you think your friends will like the pictures off course«
MASTERDON logged off
Brad was exhausted. He just didn’t have the energy to cope with all of that. So he turned the screen off and went to bed.
When brad awoke he thought that it was all a dream. Reality came crushing down as he checked his phone and found the message. He slept over noon which meant that he was less than 10 hours away from his meeting. Brad was nervous, he could barley eat the chicken and rice that mom cooked for lunch. He spent the rest of afternoon and evening in his room thinking everything trough. As crazy as all of this was he was still very aroused, however fear crippled him and he didn’t feel like jacking off. As the hour was near Brad dressed himself in some jeans and a black tight shirt and headed out. He stopped in the living room telling mom that he was going to stay at a friend’s house, he knew that this meeting might take a while. As he walked over to the bus station he was getting very nervous. The way things went he was probably going to lose his virginity. It terrified him as he always pictured that he would lose it to a woman and not by being the woman himself.. to another man. Deep in his thoughts he went on the bus and didn’t even notice that Karren a girl from high school was on the bus as well. She saw him however and immediately came to say high. Brad liked her, she was a beautiful woman. He always wanted to talk to her but he never had a chance or better yet he never had the guts. But today he really didn’t want to talk to her. He hardly made it to the destination with the small talk. When the bus stopped Brad stood up and almost said goodbye to Karren when it hit him, Karren was from 43 street, she was getting of too. He checked his clock nervously and confirmed his fear it was almost 10.00 pm. As brad and Karren went of the bus he prayed that no one approached him until Karren was gone. Karren however was oblivious to the situation and continued to talk to him for almost half an hour. No one came at this time and Brad was starting to think maybe it was just a very distasteful joke. Finally Karren went home and Brad was left alone at the bus station. Brad was just trying to light a cigarette when suddenly someone said:
»No more of those for you, at least not in my presence you slut«
Brad turned around and saw for the first time his tormentor. He was a tall handsome man in his 40ies with gray white hair cut short and blue cold eyes covered by glasses. He was wearing a large expensive looking coat.
»As I said as long as you will be a good slut I will try not to interfere with your personal life«
Brad finally regained his senses and dropped the cigarette as he said:
»Why are you doing this to me«
The man replied angrily:
»Because you deserve it bitch! Now listen closely as I tell you the basic rules and keep in mind that failure to abide those rules will result in punishment. Rule number one: You will call me master and refer to yourself as this slut. Rule number two: You will always look down to my shoes when talking to me unless I tell you otherwise. Rule number three: You will always do to the best of your abilities what I order you to. Do you understand slut?
»Yes master« Brad answered surprisingly gracefully even though he was in fact quite scared.
»Good, little slut, now drop on your knees and start sucking my dick slut« The man said peacefully with a despising smile and mocking eyes.
Brad panicked, nobody seemed to be around but with a corner of his eyes he could see a bus coming from the end of the street. Tears welled up in his eyes as he relented and dropped to his knees. He reached for the belt of this man who turned his life upside down.
» That’s ok slut you did well, however you hesitated so you earned some punishment points« The man said as he casually brushed off Brads hands. »Stand up and follow me«
»Yes master« said Brad confused but relived, standing up quickly before the bus came close enough to see him. He walked in silence behind what can at this point be called his master. This wasn’t like in the fantasies, the thought of having a master was not so hot now that he was actually in control of one. Now when you think of it you only get horny once a day max, that leaves you with a lot of other stuff you enjoy doing, stuff that don’t seem to matter now that my free will is essentially taken away Brad thought. He was so lost in this realization that he almost walked right in to his masters back. Stopping at the last moment Brad was disgusted by the amount of fear and relief this caused him. Master reached in his pocket and took out the keys, Brad only now realizing that they are standing in front of a beautiful and no doubt expensive car. Brad did not know the name but the sleek black colour and gentle curves of its frame made him want one.
»Get in the back« The master said while opening the driver’s doors.
Brad still admiring the car quickly stepped to the car doors and sat on the leather seats inside. There was more room than it seemed from the outside. The windows were tinted and since there were few lights in the parking lot, he could not really see much.
»Tsch tsch again you earned more punishment slut, when I give you an order you must always reply yes master,« Master said mockingly disappointed.
Brad was now wondering with more and more fear just what the punishment would be. Trying to get on his masters good side, as much as he resented himself for it he said:
» I’m sorry Master«
» Again you fail, you are not allowed to refer yourself as a person, you were ordered to always say this slut remember« The master said while starting the car and getting out of the parking lot.
With the street lights Brad could finally take a good look of the car insides. Everything was either gray or black, he would take more time to admire the surroundings but was startled by the big black bag that was on the seat next to him. Brad gulped in fear and replied
» This slut is very sorry, please forgive this sluts ignorance and teach her proper ways« Brad knew how this things work, he knew what was expected of him in this situation.
»Very good slut, there might still be a way to save you yet« Master said with a laugh. »Now open the bag next to you«
Brad obeyed while glancing trough the window trying to find some clues of where they are going. They appeared to be heading to a highway going north. He unzipped the bag and looked inside. There appeared to be a coat on top of some other things but Brad was not stupid so he waited for his master’s approval before he checked what is beneath.
»Now undress top to bottom and attach the dog collar to your neck,« Master ordered.
»Yes master«
Brad didn’t even notice the dog collar on top of the coat, it was black and wide with a ring for the leash. It also had SLUT written in sparkly letters. He started to undress and was soon sitting with a bare ass on the leather seat. Master pulled of the highway and entered a truck stop. He parked the car in front of the toilets and said:
»Now you will put the coat on and take the bag, you will go in to that bathroom and you will wax yourself from neck down, then you will shave your face, then you will apply makeup so you will be a pretty little slut. You have one hour and if I don’t like the result you will be severely punished, the same goes for taking more than an hour. After your done you will put the corset, lingerie, stiletto shoes and a blonde wig, that are all found in the bag, on and come back to the car.«
»Yes master« Brad said as he put the coat on. He opened the doors stepped bare foot on the parking lot. It was fall and so quite chilly for a man wearing nothing but a coat. He half ran towards the toilet, hoping that it was heated. It was and for that Brad was thankful, there wasn’t much else to be thankful about it though. It stank in there and sure enough the toilet was plugged and full of shit. Brad didn’t need the toilet however, all he needed was a mirror and some running water. The sink seemed ok as well as the mirror so he went right ahead to work. He did this before, though not very often, his feminine features made it easy for him to cross-dress. He hurried with the waxing, yelping in pain but managed to get every part of him hairless. He shaved his little beginning of a moustache and then applied make up. He did a fine job too, truly making him look like slut. He dressed up and checked himself one last time in the mirror. Confident Brad went out of the toilet.
Where there was before his master’s car there was a fat man instead.
»Whoa you are a slut,« The trucker said
»Wh... who are you?« Brad barley managed to ask, fearing the answer.
»Me? Well you could say I’m your master for the next two hours. You took too long bitch so now you are going to give me a whole body tongue massage, boy, and I haven’t showered in weeks.« The disgusting man told him.
»What?... No this isn’t right, I’m not doing thi..arghhhhh« Brad fell to his knees gasping. He was shocked trough his collar and the fat trucker was holding the remote
»Now no more no from you, or you ll get shocked again, understand?«
Brad was in a pit of despair, the man was revolting, he fantasized about being a slave to a disgusting man before but actually being here knowing that you will have to literally lick the sweat of this b**sts whole body.... it gagged him.
»Yes master«
»Good now let’s get to a hotel room slut«
End of part one
Brad was in trouble now. The fat trucker ordered him in to his truck and they were on their way to hotel for a very revolting night of sex and submission. Brad was crying uncontrollably, trying to keep quiet not to upset his master.
“So slut, I hear you are a virgin, its a hell of a way to lose your virginity to me. You are going to remember this for the rest of your life” The fat man snickered.
Brad started to whimper
“Oh god, oh god ... p..please master, please don’t....”
“ Oh slut you just never learn” The fat man said as he gave Brad a hard slap “You must appreciate everything that is given from your masters. Now you will have to spend the whole night with me, instead of just the two hours, well I wont complain, and you aren’t allowed to haha” The trucker roared with laughter
“What...but you cant just....oh please..” Brad closed his eyes and wished it all away. But all he could see was the face of the man who is going to defile him. Will he ever be able to sleep again? Or will the disgusting face with thick black moustache and yellow teeth forever be burned in his memory, haunting him.
The truck stopped in front of a cheap motel. His captor ordered him to go buy some ice while he went to get the room keys. Brad went for the ice machine but it was busted so he just waited for his tormentor . When he finally came there was a terrible grin on his face. He opened the room 23 doors and went inside. Brad followed reluctantly.
The fat man grabbed his bag and took everything out. There was a digital camera, a computer and a box of condoms in there.
“First things first” he said as he zapped Brad with the collar “You are going to suck my cock now, and you will like it. You will smile in the camera and beg me to allow you this privilege. You will also state your name and address before you start, just in case if someone couldn’t recognize in your dress”
Brad knew that as soon as he does that he would truly be owned by them but he realy didn’t have a choice anymore.
“Yes Master”
“Good slut” The fat man said as he lifted up his camera
In the next fifteen minutes Brad debased himself in front of the camera. He begged and begged until he was finally allowed to suck. But then suddenly the fat man stopped the camera and said
“Ok thats enough. Ive got what I need, now just wait a moment.”
The fat man then connected his camera with the computer and uploaded the video somewhere
“In case you are wondering, Im sending it to your master” He said with a grin.
Now the fat man started to undress. He was a short man that seemed more wide than tall. Almost every part of him was covered by hair except his head, which had a bald spot. His body was glistening with sweat and the mixture of his body odour and his sweaty dirty balls was nauseating. But the true challenge was standing the smell of his feet. They must have been cooking in those shoes for a long time. His yellow nails were filled with dirt and the place between the toes was covered with the accumulated dirt mixed with sweat.
“Im going to be merciful” He said as he put a bowl near his feet “you are allowed to spit it out, now get to work!”
“Wh..what? You cant possibly mean.....no please you cant..” Brad said weakly when he realized he was supposed to clean those disgusting feet with his tongue.
“Slut, if you don’t start licking and sucking on those toes you are going to have to swallow everything!” The man said while he took handcuffs from his pocket.
Brad lowered himself to the feet of his captor while giving his hands behind his back. It was horrible, lick and spit, lick and spit. And when he finally cleaned everything between his toes, master said:
“Good, now start sucking those toes, that dirt behind my toenails isn’t going to clean itself you know!”
Whimpering Brad replied “Yes Master” and started to suck on his toes. Brad was on the verge of puking but he also started to feel a hard on. It made things a bit easier, feeling the pleasure brewing in his gut. The man also noticed the hard on and commented:
“Thats nice slut, but unless you are going to cum while Im ramming my cock in your ass you are not going to”
Brad felt miserable. No release, only humiliation. When he was finally finished with the cleaning the man gave him another dreading order:
“OK now you are going to make me hot, start licking your way up my body!” He said while he laid back on the bed.
Brad complied. It was a hard and tedious job and Brad got lost in it, the feeling of his tongue moving between the hair of the fat man legs numbing all his other senses. He was pushed many times back to the disgusting ankles as he was supposedly going up to fast. When Brad finally got over the fat mans knees he felt a great sense of accomplishment which later transformed to intense humiliation. Brad hoped that now that he was closer to the fat mans cock he would be allowed to progress toward it quicker but was cut short when he tried by a shrieking pain that spread over his ass. Brads eyes twinkled with tears as he looked up to the fat man. The fat man was holding his belt in his hand and was looking very angry.
“What don’t you understand slut?” he said as he spat in Brads face “You will cover every inch of my body with that tongue and only then will you have the privilege of lubricating my cock deep in your throat.”
Brad wanted to reply politely but instead of apologizing Brad started to sob and gag. The fat man started to shake his head in disapproval. He laughed:
“Hell slut I don’t mind if you fail” He said hoarsely as he pushed brad yet again to his ankles.
Brad switched himself of, the abuse too much for his innocent spirit. Time flew by and Brad was licking the fat man like a sleepwalker, breaking his stance only when he reached the stomach and the fat man patted him on the head lovingly. Brad as per instructions ignored the throbbing cock that was now pressing against his corset. Another disgusting task awaited him. The fat mans belly button. It was filled with sweat soaked dirt and hair.
“You have been a good slut now but I cannot ignore how badly you behaved before” The fat man said and pointed to his belly button “Clean it”
Brad was relived as he didn’t imagine that the fat man would say he didn’t need to clean it anyway.
“But this time you will swallow it” Fat man said with a grin on his face.
Brad almost puked when he sucked the mans belly button clean. The fat man was humming in enjoyment while brad was filling his mouth with dirt and hair. When he finished he looked up to his master, his eyes pleading instead of his mouth as they were filled with saliva, sweat and dirt. The fat man simply said no, knowing full well what Brad wanted. It was hard to swallow. Brads mind fighting the urge to spit it out. When he finally did some of the hair got stuck in his throat and Brad gagged.
But he quickly got his composure and said:
“Thank you master, this slut is very grateful” Brad hoped that he could get on a good side with the fat man, if he had one.
“Good slut, but you forgot to smile when you thanked me. That deserves punishment, but not now. Now you have to finish your tongue massage.
There is no pleasing this man, whatever I do he will turn it around somehow and I will get punished. Brad thought in despair as he licked his way up to the armpits. The stench was unbearable but Brad got desensitized in the horrific process of cleaning the fat man feet. He progressed over the neck to his ears, stopping there for a considerable time as the fat man enjoyed himself. Ear wax was bitter on Brad tongue but he resisted the urge to puke. Finally Brad came to the fat man face and there he was ordered to kiss him like a real slut. Again the mans hygiene was very poor and kissing him was like licking a slimy nicotine filled rag. Then the Fat man turned over revealing his hairy back and ass.
“You didn’t think you were finished were you?” The fat man said
Brad didn’t hesitate and worked his way down the back to the ass. Not surprisingly he was ordered an extensive ass massage. Brad soon buried his face in the thick bush of hair that grew from the ass crack and tongue fucked the fat mans anus. The fat man whimpered in joy.
“Allright thats enough” He said after a while. “Now im going to take a shower and then I will take a dump. Now if you will be a good girl you will be allowed to use toilet paper to clean me”
“Oh thank master, this slut is so happy to have such a good master” Brad replied with a smile on his lips, dreading the possibility that The fat man gets an excuse in this time to make him eat his shit.
Brad lay there, on the floor of a sleazy motel, staring blankly to a wall. He has been doing so for about fifteen minutes. It was a sight to see, brad all dressed up and fuckable with his make up all messed up because of the tears. Brad wasnt crying now tough, he was out of tears and became apatic. He accepted his faith, or so he tought until the fat man called for him from the bathroom.
“ Ow slave, master requires your presence,” he said in a joyfull tone. “ and bring me the handcuffs, they are in the bag beside the bed”
Brad, who before tought that he accepted his situation now felt a rising state of terror. He regained composure of himself and took the handcuffs from the bag. As he opened the bathroom door he was greeted by mixed smell of shit and a cheap shampoo. The fat man sat on the toilet, smiling broadley.
“get on your knees and get over here” He said strictly.
Brad complied quickly. Fearing that any disobediance would lead him to eat this mans shit.
“Relax honey, im not going to make you eat shit, I dont need to see that however my ass does need cleaning, do you agree, slut?” He calmly stated.
Brad quickly replied “Yes master, this slave will do wathever you tell it to do”
“Haha thats nice, I see you learned a bit of manners, thats good slut” all of a sudden he coughed a bit and to Brads utter surprise he spited a greasy glob of spit directly in his face. But brad remained calm, and with slow determination he painted a smile on his face “ thank you master, this slave loves your spit”
The fat man seemed surprised “ Ok now, tell me what would you rather use to clean my ass, the sponge or your hands?”
Brad was confused, how come he didnt mention toilet paper, but he figuered using a sponge with water wont be so bad. “This slave would like to use the sponge if you let her master”
“Hehe ok slut, offcourse that means you wont be using your hands you understand? It is why I had you bring me those nice handcuffs. And since you cant use your hands, you will have to use your mouth to hold the spoonge instead, but hey it was your choice after all” Replied malliciusly
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MASTERDON says:
»Hello slut, I hear you are teasing other Masters.«
Brad got a bit scared as he did in fact chickened out of a few arranged encounters with some of the people on the site. But he was horny and confident that no one can actually do anything to him since it was all anonymous, he did however make a mental note that he should make a new account for the site, as he answered:
»Yes Master this slut deserves punishment«
MASTERDON says:
»Yes she does. She deserves a long and hard punishment«
Brad got excited that he was being referred to as a girl and quickly replied:
»This bitch wishes to be filled with your cock master«
MASTERDON says:
»That’s no punishment you slut, that would be a reward! But since you are being such a good little puppy I am considering to give you some slack. What do you say if I tell you to meet me at the bus station of the 43. Street?«
Brad was puzzled, something wasn’t quite right. People didn’t usually asked for a meeting this quickly and as horny as he was still a careful person and wouldn’t just trust someone who he just met on the internet. After some consideration he wrote:
» I’m sorry Master but this slut isn’t ready yet«
MASTERDON says:
»Wrong bitch! You say: Yes master thank you for choosing me, would you be so generous and tell me when should I wait or shall I just go there and wait for your greatness to come? The answer to that is Friday 10.00 pm and I would be there if I were you«
MASTERDON logged off
Now brad was getting scared again. This man sure made it clear that he was serious but what could he possibly do to him as long as he didn’t know who he was. And logic dictated that him meeting this man would only make him vulnerable. So he decided right ahead to not go.
As days passed and Friday came closer and closer Brad jacked off many times to a fantasy of what would it be if he went to meet this mysterious man and he changed his mind of not going almost every time he was on a verge of climax but afterward he always came to his senses.
When Friday night was coming to an end and Brad walked home from an evening of smoking pot and drinking beer he got a message. He casually checked his phone and read the text: I KNOW WHO YOU ARE SLUT, YOU DID A BIG MISTAKE AND NOW YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR IT....... SLOWLY! MEET ME ON THE WEB FOR MORE DETAILS IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU
Brad was terrified, This man knew his phone number, and if he knew his phone number he must also know his name and probably his address. He ran trough the cold night to get online as soon as possible.
When he came home Brad was sweating all over. His mother was already sleeping so he quietly went to his bedroom and open his computer. As soon as it opened Brad jumped to the keyboard and went online on the site. MASTERDON was online and Brad who was now very angry that someone was threatening him wrote:
»What do you want from me you bastard?«
MASTERDON says:
» Tsch tsch not very polite you slut, you were so much nicer in our previous talk. What I want is repentance for all of your cockteasing, I also wish to put in a place you deserve as you obviously live a much to comfortable life for such a slut. Drinking and smoking in the park. Vandalizing a trashcan, tsch tsch such naughty slut«
Brad got a chill through all of his body. He and his friends destroyed a trashcan in the park tonight, which meant that whoever this man was he was watching him tonight. Still brad thought to himself, he has nothing on me, I however can call the police and say he was threatning me if this gets even more out of control. Thinking that brad replied:
»Look whoever you are just stop it ok? « Its really creeping me out and if you don’t stop this I’m going to be forced to call the police! «
MASTERDON says:
»And what will you say to them? They cant find me you see, I am a what you would say a computer genius and I’m confident that no one can track me trough this chats. You on the other hand are not so lucky ;) As of right now I own al your chat histories and all your porn in addition I have obtained your facebook account as well«
Brad just wanted to hit himself, even though he couldn’t have perceived such a turn of events he simply felt stupid for so eagerly jumping in to a trap. As soon as he opened the site the man was already making his way to his personal files. Now he felt helpless and pulling of the urge was accompanied with a rush of fear. He stared blankly in the computer screen until the man wrote to him again:
» Now listen slut! You blew your chance to repent quickly so you will have to suffer for a longer period. Your current sentence will be 6 months but keep in mind that your actions can quickly get you an addition to that time. In this 6 or more moths you will serve me whenever and whatever I want. If you will be a good slut I will be considerate and will try to keep your regular activities intact but if you won’t obey you might be called in the middle of lunch or perhaps in the middle of a basketball game that you like to play with your friends and you will have to obey and run to me. And you will do whatever I say without hesitation no matter how humiliating they might seem, again your performance will be the judge how publicly and how humiliating this tasks will be. And if you don’t do as I say your facebook account will post many of the insightful chats you had with your dear friends of this site, oh and lets not forget all the marvellous pictures of you all dressed up in your mothers clothing. You look real hot you know, I can’t believe you have a mother that would wear those though, she must be a slut like you. Well anyway your first assignment will be to meet me, for real this time, at the bus station on the 43 street at 10 pm tomorrow. This time you are free not to come if you think your friends will like the pictures off course«
MASTERDON logged off
Brad was exhausted. He just didn’t have the energy to cope with all of that. So he turned the screen off and went to bed.
When brad awoke he thought that it was all a dream. Reality came crushing down as he checked his phone and found the message. He slept over noon which meant that he was less than 10 hours away from his meeting. Brad was nervous, he could barley eat the chicken and rice that mom cooked for lunch. He spent the rest of afternoon and evening in his room thinking everything trough. As crazy as all of this was he was still very aroused, however fear crippled him and he didn’t feel like jacking off. As the hour was near Brad dressed himself in some jeans and a black tight shirt and headed out. He stopped in the living room telling mom that he was going to stay at a friend’s house, he knew that this meeting might take a while. As he walked over to the bus station he was getting very nervous. The way things went he was probably going to lose his virginity. It terrified him as he always pictured that he would lose it to a woman and not by being the woman himself.. to another man. Deep in his thoughts he went on the bus and didn’t even notice that Karren a girl from high school was on the bus as well. She saw him however and immediately came to say high. Brad liked her, she was a beautiful woman. He always wanted to talk to her but he never had a chance or better yet he never had the guts. But today he really didn’t want to talk to her. He hardly made it to the destination with the small talk. When the bus stopped Brad stood up and almost said goodbye to Karren when it hit him, Karren was from 43 street, she was getting of too. He checked his clock nervously and confirmed his fear it was almost 10.00 pm. As brad and Karren went of the bus he prayed that no one approached him until Karren was gone. Karren however was oblivious to the situation and continued to talk to him for almost half an hour. No one came at this time and Brad was starting to think maybe it was just a very distasteful joke. Finally Karren went home and Brad was left alone at the bus station. Brad was just trying to light a cigarette when suddenly someone said:
»No more of those for you, at least not in my presence you slut«
Brad turned around and saw for the first time his tormentor. He was a tall handsome man in his 40ies with gray white hair cut short and blue cold eyes covered by glasses. He was wearing a large expensive looking coat.
»As I said as long as you will be a good slut I will try not to interfere with your personal life«
Brad finally regained his senses and dropped the cigarette as he said:
»Why are you doing this to me«
The man replied angrily:
»Because you deserve it bitch! Now listen closely as I tell you the basic rules and keep in mind that failure to abide those rules will result in punishment. Rule number one: You will call me master and refer to yourself as this slut. Rule number two: You will always look down to my shoes when talking to me unless I tell you otherwise. Rule number three: You will always do to the best of your abilities what I order you to. Do you understand slut?
»Yes master« Brad answered surprisingly gracefully even though he was in fact quite scared.
»Good, little slut, now drop on your knees and start sucking my dick slut« The man said peacefully with a despising smile and mocking eyes.
Brad panicked, nobody seemed to be around but with a corner of his eyes he could see a bus coming from the end of the street. Tears welled up in his eyes as he relented and dropped to his knees. He reached for the belt of this man who turned his life upside down.
» That’s ok slut you did well, however you hesitated so you earned some punishment points« The man said as he casually brushed off Brads hands. »Stand up and follow me«
»Yes master« said Brad confused but relived, standing up quickly before the bus came close enough to see him. He walked in silence behind what can at this point be called his master. This wasn’t like in the fantasies, the thought of having a master was not so hot now that he was actually in control of one. Now when you think of it you only get horny once a day max, that leaves you with a lot of other stuff you enjoy doing, stuff that don’t seem to matter now that my free will is essentially taken away Brad thought. He was so lost in this realization that he almost walked right in to his masters back. Stopping at the last moment Brad was disgusted by the amount of fear and relief this caused him. Master reached in his pocket and took out the keys, Brad only now realizing that they are standing in front of a beautiful and no doubt expensive car. Brad did not know the name but the sleek black colour and gentle curves of its frame made him want one.
»Get in the back« The master said while opening the driver’s doors.
Brad still admiring the car quickly stepped to the car doors and sat on the leather seats inside. There was more room than it seemed from the outside. The windows were tinted and since there were few lights in the parking lot, he could not really see much.
»Tsch tsch again you earned more punishment slut, when I give you an order you must always reply yes master,« Master said mockingly disappointed.
Brad was now wondering with more and more fear just what the punishment would be. Trying to get on his masters good side, as much as he resented himself for it he said:
» I’m sorry Master«
» Again you fail, you are not allowed to refer yourself as a person, you were ordered to always say this slut remember« The master said while starting the car and getting out of the parking lot.
With the street lights Brad could finally take a good look of the car insides. Everything was either gray or black, he would take more time to admire the surroundings but was startled by the big black bag that was on the seat next to him. Brad gulped in fear and replied
» This slut is very sorry, please forgive this sluts ignorance and teach her proper ways« Brad knew how this things work, he knew what was expected of him in this situation.
»Very good slut, there might still be a way to save you yet« Master said with a laugh. »Now open the bag next to you«
Brad obeyed while glancing trough the window trying to find some clues of where they are going. They appeared to be heading to a highway going north. He unzipped the bag and looked inside. There appeared to be a coat on top of some other things but Brad was not stupid so he waited for his master’s approval before he checked what is beneath.
»Now undress top to bottom and attach the dog collar to your neck,« Master ordered.
»Yes master«
Brad didn’t even notice the dog collar on top of the coat, it was black and wide with a ring for the leash. It also had SLUT written in sparkly letters. He started to undress and was soon sitting with a bare ass on the leather seat. Master pulled of the highway and entered a truck stop. He parked the car in front of the toilets and said:
»Now you will put the coat on and take the bag, you will go in to that bathroom and you will wax yourself from neck down, then you will shave your face, then you will apply makeup so you will be a pretty little slut. You have one hour and if I don’t like the result you will be severely punished, the same goes for taking more than an hour. After your done you will put the corset, lingerie, stiletto shoes and a blonde wig, that are all found in the bag, on and come back to the car.«
»Yes master« Brad said as he put the coat on. He opened the doors stepped bare foot on the parking lot. It was fall and so quite chilly for a man wearing nothing but a coat. He half ran towards the toilet, hoping that it was heated. It was and for that Brad was thankful, there wasn’t much else to be thankful about it though. It stank in there and sure enough the toilet was plugged and full of shit. Brad didn’t need the toilet however, all he needed was a mirror and some running water. The sink seemed ok as well as the mirror so he went right ahead to work. He did this before, though not very often, his feminine features made it easy for him to cross-dress. He hurried with the waxing, yelping in pain but managed to get every part of him hairless. He shaved his little beginning of a moustache and then applied make up. He did a fine job too, truly making him look like slut. He dressed up and checked himself one last time in the mirror. Confident Brad went out of the toilet.
Where there was before his master’s car there was a fat man instead.
»Whoa you are a slut,« The trucker said
»Wh... who are you?« Brad barley managed to ask, fearing the answer.
»Me? Well you could say I’m your master for the next two hours. You took too long bitch so now you are going to give me a whole body tongue massage, boy, and I haven’t showered in weeks.« The disgusting man told him.
»What?... No this isn’t right, I’m not doing thi..arghhhhh« Brad fell to his knees gasping. He was shocked trough his collar and the fat trucker was holding the remote
»Now no more no from you, or you ll get shocked again, understand?«
Brad was in a pit of despair, the man was revolting, he fantasized about being a slave to a disgusting man before but actually being here knowing that you will have to literally lick the sweat of this b**sts whole body.... it gagged him.
»Yes master«
»Good now let’s get to a hotel room slut«
End of part one
Brad was in trouble now. The fat trucker ordered him in to his truck and they were on their way to hotel for a very revolting night of sex and submission. Brad was crying uncontrollably, trying to keep quiet not to upset his master.
“So slut, I hear you are a virgin, its a hell of a way to lose your virginity to me. You are going to remember this for the rest of your life” The fat man snickered.
Brad started to whimper
“Oh god, oh god ... p..please master, please don’t....”
“ Oh slut you just never learn” The fat man said as he gave Brad a hard slap “You must appreciate everything that is given from your masters. Now you will have to spend the whole night with me, instead of just the two hours, well I wont complain, and you aren’t allowed to haha” The trucker roared with laughter
“What...but you cant just....oh please..” Brad closed his eyes and wished it all away. But all he could see was the face of the man who is going to defile him. Will he ever be able to sleep again? Or will the disgusting face with thick black moustache and yellow teeth forever be burned in his memory, haunting him.
The truck stopped in front of a cheap motel. His captor ordered him to go buy some ice while he went to get the room keys. Brad went for the ice machine but it was busted so he just waited for his tormentor . When he finally came there was a terrible grin on his face. He opened the room 23 doors and went inside. Brad followed reluctantly.
The fat man grabbed his bag and took everything out. There was a digital camera, a computer and a box of condoms in there.
“First things first” he said as he zapped Brad with the collar “You are going to suck my cock now, and you will like it. You will smile in the camera and beg me to allow you this privilege. You will also state your name and address before you start, just in case if someone couldn’t recognize in your dress”
Brad knew that as soon as he does that he would truly be owned by them but he realy didn’t have a choice anymore.
“Yes Master”
“Good slut” The fat man said as he lifted up his camera
In the next fifteen minutes Brad debased himself in front of the camera. He begged and begged until he was finally allowed to suck. But then suddenly the fat man stopped the camera and said
“Ok thats enough. Ive got what I need, now just wait a moment.”
The fat man then connected his camera with the computer and uploaded the video somewhere
“In case you are wondering, Im sending it to your master” He said with a grin.
Now the fat man started to undress. He was a short man that seemed more wide than tall. Almost every part of him was covered by hair except his head, which had a bald spot. His body was glistening with sweat and the mixture of his body odour and his sweaty dirty balls was nauseating. But the true challenge was standing the smell of his feet. They must have been cooking in those shoes for a long time. His yellow nails were filled with dirt and the place between the toes was covered with the accumulated dirt mixed with sweat.
“Im going to be merciful” He said as he put a bowl near his feet “you are allowed to spit it out, now get to work!”
“Wh..what? You cant possibly mean.....no please you cant..” Brad said weakly when he realized he was supposed to clean those disgusting feet with his tongue.
“Slut, if you don’t start licking and sucking on those toes you are going to have to swallow everything!” The man said while he took handcuffs from his pocket.
Brad lowered himself to the feet of his captor while giving his hands behind his back. It was horrible, lick and spit, lick and spit. And when he finally cleaned everything between his toes, master said:
“Good, now start sucking those toes, that dirt behind my toenails isn’t going to clean itself you know!”
Whimpering Brad replied “Yes Master” and started to suck on his toes. Brad was on the verge of puking but he also started to feel a hard on. It made things a bit easier, feeling the pleasure brewing in his gut. The man also noticed the hard on and commented:
“Thats nice slut, but unless you are going to cum while Im ramming my cock in your ass you are not going to”
Brad felt miserable. No release, only humiliation. When he was finally finished with the cleaning the man gave him another dreading order:
“OK now you are going to make me hot, start licking your way up my body!” He said while he laid back on the bed.
Brad complied. It was a hard and tedious job and Brad got lost in it, the feeling of his tongue moving between the hair of the fat man legs numbing all his other senses. He was pushed many times back to the disgusting ankles as he was supposedly going up to fast. When Brad finally got over the fat mans knees he felt a great sense of accomplishment which later transformed to intense humiliation. Brad hoped that now that he was closer to the fat mans cock he would be allowed to progress toward it quicker but was cut short when he tried by a shrieking pain that spread over his ass. Brads eyes twinkled with tears as he looked up to the fat man. The fat man was holding his belt in his hand and was looking very angry.
“What don’t you understand slut?” he said as he spat in Brads face “You will cover every inch of my body with that tongue and only then will you have the privilege of lubricating my cock deep in your throat.”
Brad wanted to reply politely but instead of apologizing Brad started to sob and gag. The fat man started to shake his head in disapproval. He laughed:
“Hell slut I don’t mind if you fail” He said hoarsely as he pushed brad yet again to his ankles.
Brad switched himself of, the abuse too much for his innocent spirit. Time flew by and Brad was licking the fat man like a sleepwalker, breaking his stance only when he reached the stomach and the fat man patted him on the head lovingly. Brad as per instructions ignored the throbbing cock that was now pressing against his corset. Another disgusting task awaited him. The fat mans belly button. It was filled with sweat soaked dirt and hair.
“You have been a good slut now but I cannot ignore how badly you behaved before” The fat man said and pointed to his belly button “Clean it”
Brad was relived as he didn’t imagine that the fat man would say he didn’t need to clean it anyway.
“But this time you will swallow it” Fat man said with a grin on his face.
Brad almost puked when he sucked the mans belly button clean. The fat man was humming in enjoyment while brad was filling his mouth with dirt and hair. When he finished he looked up to his master, his eyes pleading instead of his mouth as they were filled with saliva, sweat and dirt. The fat man simply said no, knowing full well what Brad wanted. It was hard to swallow. Brads mind fighting the urge to spit it out. When he finally did some of the hair got stuck in his throat and Brad gagged.
But he quickly got his composure and said:
“Thank you master, this slut is very grateful” Brad hoped that he could get on a good side with the fat man, if he had one.
“Good slut, but you forgot to smile when you thanked me. That deserves punishment, but not now. Now you have to finish your tongue massage.
There is no pleasing this man, whatever I do he will turn it around somehow and I will get punished. Brad thought in despair as he licked his way up to the armpits. The stench was unbearable but Brad got desensitized in the horrific process of cleaning the fat man feet. He progressed over the neck to his ears, stopping there for a considerable time as the fat man enjoyed himself. Ear wax was bitter on Brad tongue but he resisted the urge to puke. Finally Brad came to the fat man face and there he was ordered to kiss him like a real slut. Again the mans hygiene was very poor and kissing him was like licking a slimy nicotine filled rag. Then the Fat man turned over revealing his hairy back and ass.
“You didn’t think you were finished were you?” The fat man said
Brad didn’t hesitate and worked his way down the back to the ass. Not surprisingly he was ordered an extensive ass massage. Brad soon buried his face in the thick bush of hair that grew from the ass crack and tongue fucked the fat mans anus. The fat man whimpered in joy.
“Allright thats enough” He said after a while. “Now im going to take a shower and then I will take a dump. Now if you will be a good girl you will be allowed to use toilet paper to clean me”
“Oh thank master, this slut is so happy to have such a good master” Brad replied with a smile on his lips, dreading the possibility that The fat man gets an excuse in this time to make him eat his shit.
Brad lay there, on the floor of a sleazy motel, staring blankly to a wall. He has been doing so for about fifteen minutes. It was a sight to see, brad all dressed up and fuckable with his make up all messed up because of the tears. Brad wasnt crying now tough, he was out of tears and became apatic. He accepted his faith, or so he tought until the fat man called for him from the bathroom.
“ Ow slave, master requires your presence,” he said in a joyfull tone. “ and bring me the handcuffs, they are in the bag beside the bed”
Brad, who before tought that he accepted his situation now felt a rising state of terror. He regained composure of himself and took the handcuffs from the bag. As he opened the bathroom door he was greeted by mixed smell of shit and a cheap shampoo. The fat man sat on the toilet, smiling broadley.
“get on your knees and get over here” He said strictly.
Brad complied quickly. Fearing that any disobediance would lead him to eat this mans shit.
“Relax honey, im not going to make you eat shit, I dont need to see that however my ass does need cleaning, do you agree, slut?” He calmly stated.
Brad quickly replied “Yes master, this slave will do wathever you tell it to do”
“Haha thats nice, I see you learned a bit of manners, thats good slut” all of a sudden he coughed a bit and to Brads utter surprise he spited a greasy glob of spit directly in his face. But brad remained calm, and with slow determination he painted a smile on his face “ thank you master, this slave loves your spit”
The fat man seemed surprised “ Ok now, tell me what would you rather use to clean my ass, the sponge or your hands?”
Brad was confused, how come he didnt mention toilet paper, but he figuered using a sponge with water wont be so bad. “This slave would like to use the sponge if you let her master”
“Hehe ok slut, offcourse that means you wont be using your hands you understand? It is why I had you bring me those nice handcuffs. And since you cant use your hands, you will have to use your mouth to hold the spoonge instead, but hey it was your choice after all” Replied malliciusly
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