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Zane's Slavegirl, Part Two - by Obedient Boytoy
Derek impulsively gave his new boyfriend Zane a key to his apartment in
the third month of their relationship. Derek did so because Zane gave
Derek sexual thrills unlike any Derek had ever experienced.
Unfortunately, it wasn't until it was too late that Derek realized he
was thinking with his dick and not with his mind when he gave Zane that
key.
What drove Derek's decision was the sexual relationship Zane swiftly
nurtured with Derek, a 30-year-old gay man still in the closet. The
handsome, muscular, 28-year-old Zane quickly became the demanding,
controlling, selfish top desired so intensely by Derek, a submissive,
obedient bottom slavishly devoted to worshipping cock. With the control
he gained over Derek's sex life, Zane also gained control over Derek's
entire life. Because once he secured his own key to Derek's apartment,
Zane was able to access Derek's life -- family phone numbers, work
phone numbers, personal information, and so much more.
Zane immediately gained the power to destroy relations between Derek
and his employer, as well as the power to create all kinds of personal
havoc for Derek, who did not yet have the confidence to come out of
"the closet." So, in the blink of an eye, Zane had total control over
Derek's life.
But Zane was not a criminal; he did not wish to steal from Derek or
perpetrate some other crime, per se. Zane wanted Derek to be his dream
partner -- an obedient cock-slave who would literally do anything Zane
wanted in and out of the bedroom. Needless to say, Zane very quickly
brought out in Derek the acquiescent, obedient, subservient lover Derek
truly was but hadn't been for some time. Derek was born to submit to
other gay men, and though he always was dating and virtually always the
bottom, he had never been with a lover so utterly in charge. Zane's
muscled body, wickedly sexy looks and unrelenting domination became
irresistible to Derek. The compliant nature of the slim, fit, pretty
Derek fed Zane's dark and demanding side.
Before Derek could utter a word, Zane moved in with Derek and took
over. The gorgeous, muscular Zane demanded sex whenever Derek was not
at work. And sex evolved immediately from "vanilla positions" to
complex sexual roles. One night, Zane brought home white, opaque, shiny
pantyhose from Victoria's Secret; a thick, 10-inch long vibrator (only
2 inches longer than Zane's incredible, godlike cock); and two pairs of
spandex panties. It was that night that Zane got his ultimate wish: He
turned Derek into his "girl," and violently fucked the submissive
bottom all night long, forcing Derek to wear the various sexy items of
women's lingerie.
The initiation into non-vanilla sex, pantyhose and other wild sexual
thrills continued into the weekend. When Zane was resting his beautiful
and perfect cock, he made Derek use the massive vibrator. Derek
obediently fucked his own ass with the huge vibrating tool as Zane
kicked back and watched, getting aroused yet again for another raping
of Derek's mouth or ass.
Late one Saturday afternoon, the weekend following Derek's initiation
into slavery, nylon and feminine humility, Zane informed Derek he had
invited a close friend over to spend the night. He also informed Derek
that Derek would be serving the two young, gay men that night, doing
whatever Zane and his friend Bryce ordered. Zane then told Derek to
clean up the apartment, shower, then change into the outfit Zane had
left for him in the bedroom. Zane was leaving to pick up Bryce and the
two would be back around 8:00 p.m. So Derek immediately made the whole
apartment spotless. He then showered, taking precious care to ensure
his whole body, especially his ass, was clean and impeccable. Following
that, Derek made his way back to the bedroom to open the box left for
him by Zane.
Derek opened the clothing box with great trepidation, as well as a fair
amount of sexual excitement. What he found inside represented solely
what Zane wanted out of Zane and Derek's new life together. And this
kind of complete control, combined with the profoundly erotic nature of
the outfit Zane demanded Derek wear in front of not just Zane but now
another man as well, made Derek dizzy with never-before-felt feelings
of pure, sexual bliss.
Slowly, Derek pulled the articles of clothing from the box: super-
shiny, purple, footed, spandex exercise tights; along with a thong-
back, high-gloss, jet-black, long-sleeve spandex bodysuit. The thong-
back bodysuit could be snapped and unsnapped in the crotch. In the
lower part of the seat of the form-fitting, thick, shiny tights, there
was a strategically placed hole, which was hidden when the bodysuit was
snapped in place. Altogether, it was a feminine aerobics outfit of the
sluttiest kind. Feeling the nylon and spandex in his trembling hands,
Derek unconsciously knew that his enslavement by Zane was complete.
Zane owned Derek, and Derek knew he had no choice but to obey every
word that came from Zane's divine mouth.
So Derek carefully squeezed into the precious tights that he now so
loved, slowly pulling the sexy thick spandex over every square inch of
his long, attractive legs and taut, truly luscious asscheeks. With the
second-skin tights now encasing his entire lower body, Derek pushed his
fit, slim, male form into the intensely tight, sexy, female bodysuit.
With the exception of his head, neck and hands, Derek now was entirely
covered in the tight and erotic material; he was a genuinely alluring
and hot combination of submissive gay man and slutty straight woman. He
was a throwback to 1980s aerobics chic. He also, without any doubt, was
Zane's slave...or as Zane sometimes liked to say, "slavegirl."
Shortly after dressing as Zane commanded, Derek heard the key in the
front door of his apartment. He then heard two voices. Zane and Bryce
had arrived. Very suddenly, the realization hit Derek that he was
dressed as a very sexy, whorish young woman and was about to be seen by
a complete stranger, Bryce. Yet again, Derek became dizzy with
anticipation and sexual excitement. He was quickly steadied by the
forceful and dominant voice of Zane, who ordered his slave into the
living room. Derek knew in his heart that he had no choice but to
comply whole-heartedly and immediately with every whim and command from
Zane, due to the blackmailing power Zane quietly held over Derek. So
Derek composed himself and walked from the bedroom to the living room,
presenting himself quietly, eyes down, before his master and his
master's friend.
"You've still got it," Bryce said to Zane after quickly inspecting the
humble, spandex-covered Derek. "I don't know what you'd do without that
incredible body of yours," Bryce added, smiling knowingly at Zane.
Zane placed his left hand on Derek's ass, gently running his fingertips
over the skin-tight shiny spandex. He caressed the ass and rear upper
thighs, feeling only the taut meat wrapped in the sexy purple tights.
But then he grabbed Derek's waist with both hands and flipped him
around, so that Derek's back was facing he and Bryce. Zane looped the
fingers of his left hand round the thin strand of black spandex that
dug into Derek's asscrack, the strand which created the thong back.
Zane roughly yanked at the shiny black fabric, easily unsnapping the
thin back strand from the front segment which tightly fit over Derek's
crotch. Zane lifted the thong upward and told Bryce to have a closer
look.
Bryce indeed had a very close look at Derek's beautiful buncheeks
wrapped in tighter-than-skin purple spandex. He grasped a cheek with
each hand, squeezing tightly, as he examined the carefully constructed
hole in the seat of the tights. The hole was reinforced and lined up
directly with Derek's rectum. "You are so cool, man," Bryce said to
Zane. "You can fuck her pussy without her having to get out of the
awesome outfit."
Zane and Bryce had a nice laugh at Derek's expense. Derek, meanwhile,
was becoming quite aroused by Zane and Bryce's inspection of his body,
and most particularly by Bryce -- a stranger to Derek until this night
-- using female terms when talking about him. Bryce then resnapped the
black bodysuit at the crotch, recreating the painfully tight thong. He
also grabbed another quick feel of Derek's purple-spandex-encased firm
buns. Derek just stood with his eyes closed as Bryce handled him.
Zane and Bryce then removed their coats and shoes, handing them all to
the submissive Derek. Zane commanded Derek to put the items away and
bring the two muscleboys a couple of beers. Derek unflinchingly obeyed,
getting a violent and loud slap in the ass from Zane as he left the
living room with the coats and shoes. Knowing speed was always a factor
with his lover, roommate and owner, Derek put away the guys' coats and
shoes, grabbed the beers from the kitchen, and hurriedly returned to
the living room. There, Zane and Bryce already had turned on some music
on the stereo and kicked back. Zane took the smaller of the two sofas,
Bryce the larger. Zane reached back and dimmed the lights as Derek
handed each of the strong and powerful young men their beer.
"Kneel before my guest, girl," Zane commanded. Derek immediately did
so, remaining quiet, as he knew was best. "Now kiss my guest's feet,
slut." Derek's spandex-encased hard-on got even bigger as he placed his
hands on the floor, leaned forward and downward, and kissed the socks
that covered Bryce's feet. Getting onto all fours, Derek could feel his
powerfully tight spandex aerobics outfit constrict his thighs and tug
at his ass and cock. The spandex kept a fierce grip on his body, and
provided great eye-candy for the two buff boys.
"Good girl. Now," Zane said ominously, "come and kneel between my
thighs and prepare to worship your new god." With that, Derek's raging
erection began leaking pre-come, creating a noticeable spot in the
skin-tight spandex. He quickly shifted over to Zane, remaining on his
hands and knees the whole time. He placed his face even with and near
the giant bulge in Zane's tight jeans. Zane grabbed Derek's head with
one hand and smashed Derek's face into the meaty bulge. Bryce laughed a
sinister laugh while the music blared on in the background. Zane pulled
Derek's face from his crotch, tugging by Derek's hair.
Zane then commanded, "Now pull your new god from my pants and give it
the best suck you've ever given in your entire life, bitch!"
Both afraid and titillated, Derek obeyed, unzipping the jeans and
freeing Zane's eight-inch erect cock from the tight pants and even
tighter nylon bikini briefs. "You just watch," Zane boasted to Bryce.
"She gives the best blow-jobs."
Even though Bryce, still a virtual stranger to Derek, was sitting only
a couple feet from him, Derek knew he had absolutely no choice but to
obey Zane. Derek knew that if he even questioned an order from Zane,
Zane could make a couple calls or send a couple faxes and create major
damage to Derek's life. Perhaps worse, Derek also worried in the back
of his head that two such muscular and powerful hunks as Zane and Bryce
easily could inflict great personal injury upon Derek. These thoughts
guided Derek to slavishly obey Zane, doing whatever the muscleboy
ordered. So, Derek began giving Zane a spectacular blow-job in full
view of Bryce, who drank beer and laughed...and watched.
Derek kissed the beautiful, erect, meaty beast of a dick that Zane
liked to call Derek's "god." Derek kissed it, licked it and sucked it,
adoring and worshipping the ample prick. While Derek did his work, Zane
rubbed and caressed the skin-tight, gleaming, women's aerobics outfit
that coated Derek's slim, fit body. The two became lost in erotic
bliss.
As Zane came closer and closer to orgasm, he grasped Derek's head with
both hands, tugging at the bottom's hair and forcing his slave's head
on the incredible meat. Derek was deep-throating Zane's bountiful cock
-- he had no choice. But just as Zane was about to come down Derek's
throat and feed the submissive, spandex-encased slave, Zane violently
pushed Derek off his cock. The shove sent Derek backwards and to the
floor, and completely startled Bryce, who was watching, drinking and
having a great time. Zane bent far over, grasping his mighty meat and
doing his best to point it at the floor in front of him as he
personally brought himself to climax.
Zane's moan was manly and loud. His cock shot and shot and shot come,
creating a puddle of hot semen on the carpet in front of the couch by
Zane's feet. Zane lay back into the cushions of the sofa and relaxed,
enjoying his orgasm, and his ongoing domination of Derek.
Giving Zane a minute or two to calm down, the cool and sexy Bryce
simply said to his friend, "Awesome, dude." But on that note, Zane sat
up, turned to Bryce, and said, "You think that's it?" Zane then turned
to Derek, who was resting on all fours, leaning back on his taut ass.
"Crawl over to me on your stomach, bitch," Zane ordered.
Seeing where this was going, Bryce urged Zane on: "Oh yeah, Zane. Do
it. Do it, stud."
As Derek got to Zane's feet, Zane calmly and wickedly said, "Eat it."
Fearing the repercussions of even the slightest hesitation, Derek began
eating Zane's semen from the floor. Slowly his lips picked up more and
more of the warm come that just minutes ago came from the dominant
hunk's powerful dick. Zane then placed his right hand on the back of
Derek's head and jammed Derek's face into the floor, wiping Derek's
face in the remaining semen. This whole time, Zane noticed Bryce
staring at Derek's very desirable spandex-wrapped asscheeks.
Zane told Bryce, "I think this slut needs a spanking, a really hard
spanking. Why don't you help me out?" Bryce smiled a very big smile,
set down his beer, and lunged to the floor. He started caressing the
taut assmeat being tightly constrained by the sexy women's spandex
tights. He grabbed and rubbed Derek's ass, enjoying the feel of skin-
tight spandex on beautiful bottom meat. But quite suddenly, the
muscleboy held his right hand high in the air and began giving Derek's
precious ass a most vicious and hateful spanking, the whole time
yelling "Bitch" and "Slut" and "Whore" at Derek. Zane continued to
force Derek's face into the come on the floor, so that the two dominant
hunks could only hear muted cries from Derek, who continued to do his
best to finish Zane's semen.
After about five minutes of this treatment, Zane and Bryce stopped
their torture, went to the kitchen, and got some more beers. Derek lay
on the floor unable to move. He was in pain, he was humiliated, and he
was totally dominated. But at the same time, he also felt a certain
amount of sexual fulfillment. No matter how humiliating or wicked the
treatment, deep down Derek truly did love obeying a muscled and
dominant hunk such as Zane. Derek lived to worship the cocks and bodies
of men such as Zane.
Zane and Bryce returned to the living room. Bryce cranked up the stereo
some and fell onto the larger couch. Zane ordered Derek into the
bedroom and onto the bed. On the way to the bedroom, Zane said to the
lounging Bryce, "Now that you have her ass tenderized for me, I gotta
nail her. Back in 10 minutes." Bryce laughed, gave Zane a more than
friendly wink, and kicked back on the couch.
Entering the darkened bedroom, Zane noticed Derek already had assumed
the position: on his stomach, face in the pillows. Zane stripped,
climbed on the bed, wrapped his muscled thighs around the spandex-
covered bottom-boy's thighs, and unsnapped the crotch of Derek's skin-
tight spandex bodysuit. Zane dabbed a tiny bit of lubricant on the tip
of his massive erect cock, then maneuvered the phallic beast through
the hole in the seat of Derek's aerobics tights.
"Okay, slut," Zane whispered, and with that, he jammed his cock deep
into Derek's ass, taking Derek's breath away for a moment. Zane then
began mercilessly pounding his slavegirl's ass. Amidst the pain and his
own muffled screams, Derek -- Zane's spandex-wearing aerobics-girl slut
-- resigned himself to his fate...
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