A New Year for a Sub

By Vincent Andrews

Published on Jan 17, 2021

Gay

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I awoke with a big sticky mess around my crotch, as the plug buzzed repeatedly like an alarm clock. I smiled and got up, eager for the session I was about to have with my new Sirs. I went to the bathroom and douched, making sure I was clean. After showering and getting changed, I put the plug back in, packed my bag, and headed over.

The plug kept buzzing more and more intensely as I got closer to the house. It reached maximum intensity as I walked to their front door, and I was barely able to stand up to knock.

"Welcome boy! It's great to see you again," Daddy Miguel greeted me warmly. He was wearing a button up red and white latex collared shirt, black leather pants, and leather boots. He hugged me tightly, then held the door to let me into their front living room.

Sir Scott was sitting on the couch with a tablet, pressing various buttons to presumably control the butt plug. He had a black leather harness on underneath his open leather jacket, and was otherwise completely naked.

"Lick my toes boy," Sir Scott growled as he sat down the tablet. I gulped and glanced at Daddy Miguel, who had a worried look on his face.

"Top or bottom, Sir?" I asked with a grimace.

"He's so cute. Start with the big toe. I just got out of the shower, they're clean," Sir Scott added, gesturing to a pair of slippers next to the couch. I let out a sign of relief and a small giggle, sitting my backpack down next to the slippers. I then got to town on the big toe, sucking it in deep, and working the insides of the toes. True to his word, they were clean, and I passionately licked every inch of both feet to show my eagerness.

"That was acceptable," growled Sir Scott. "Come up on the couch."

I nodded sat next to him, enjoying as the cushions pushed against the plug. Daddy Miguel sat on my other side, forcing me to turn back and forth to see and talk with them both.

"When I give you an order, like Come up on the couch,' I expect you to say Yes Sir'. Do you understand?" Sir Scott spoke firmly.

"Yes Sir! Thank you for letting me lick your feet," I finished unenthused.

Sir Scott laughed. "Don't worry boy, I won't be having you do that every time. Miguel here was the one with the foot fetish."

"And now that I have my freedom, and ten years' of experience, there are other things I'd like to explore," Daddy Miguel chimed in.

"You have been responsive in our texts, and you seem to follow orders. Have you tried unlocking your chastity cage yet?" Sir Scott asked.

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir. When I got home after our last session, I was torn if I wanted to continue. It's horny and exciting and all, and you seem like great guys, but I have a life. Well, I used to before this damn virus. So I should be focusing on getting a job, much as I'd rather be a sex slave," I replied, looking back and forth between the Sirs with a bit of regret in my voice.

"We're glad you were honest about checking your lock. Scott here had the idea of switching the locks. We discussed it after, and felt it was unfair of us to keep you locked without your permission," Daddy Miguel explained.

"I really, really liked that you did it, actually," I said bashfully.

"In that case, we may have a solution to your problem. You could be our live-in sex slave. You'd stay in one of the guest houses until you're comfortable submitting. Are you interested?" Sir Scott asked.

I thought about the situation, and there was really no choice. "Yes Sir! I'm already behind on my rent. And I don't have a whole lot. My favorite items are in my backpack or... on me," I finished, looking down at the chastity cage.

"What does being a sex slave mean to you?" Daddy Miguel asked as he put his hand on me.

"There's some sort of contract setting out rules and expectations, what I wear. Giving you blowjobs, being a bottom in the bedroom. That sorta stuff," I replied casually.

"Generally accurate..." Daddy Miguel started.

"Except the blowjobs. We will train you with a spider-gag to get used to facefucking. Do you know the difference?" Sir Scott asked.

"Yes Sir... One is where I do the work, and the other, I am just a hole for your cock," I said sheepishly.

"Very good. We used Miguel's former contract as a template, starting with a three month trial, which can be broken verbally at any time. At the end of the trial, there will be negotiations for a renewal, lasting six months. At that point, you will be our property, and you cannot exit until after the six months end. We take our roles as Masters seriously. Please read this through carefully before you sign it," Sir Scott spoke, handing me a slave contract and a pen. I took a deep breath and felt my heart race.

"But you don't have to sign right now. As a gesture of good faith, we also got tested, and our results are here," Daddy Miguel pointed to two papers on the table, showing negative tests for all sorts of STDs. "We'd like to show you a different type of scene we enjoy," Daddy Miguel took charge, which helped me relax. He got up and led me to the bondage room.

"Yes Sirs, thank you Sirs," I said, getting up and bringing my bag.

"Good boy, he doesn't lose his property. Except for the key to his manhood," Sir Scott growled, causing my locked dick to twitch, and a soft moan escaped my mouth. Sir Scott grabbed the Holy Trainer tight and pulled it toward him. I collapsed into his muscular chest, and held his harness tight for support. His bulging pecs were inches from my mouth, and I thought about licking them. I opened my mouth, and Sir Scott bent down to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth forcefully. I moaned even more as I felt around the muscle hunk, full of electric passion as I made out for the first time in many months.

"Ahem. Boys, we have plans," Daddy Miguel spoke. He had a whip in his hand. My eyes and mouth opened wide, and I lifted my hands in the air, not really wanting to get struck, but my dick betrayed me, maybe it did want it. "This whip isn't for you; it's for him if he doesn't stick to our plan," Daddy Miguel growled, the most dominant I had ever heard him.

"I don't mind a bit of whipping, Sir," I spoke softly.

"That's only for punishment, and you haven't done anything wrong yet. We spent all that time planning today's schedule," Daddy Miguel whined, causing Sir Scott and I to chuckle as we followed him.

The three of us entered the bondage room, where the shades were drawn, the heat was blasting, and the only light was from a dim strip of red lighting near the floor.

"You can put your clothes in here," Daddy Miguel offered, holding up a small bin. I nodded with a flutter of my heart, and took off my shoes, pants, and shirts, leaving me totally naked. This suddenly got very real. I bent down to open my backpack, but Daddy Miguel stopped me.

"We can use your gear, or ours, it's your call," he added.

"I... I'd like to use yours. My limits are scat, piss, blood, anything with food, having anyone but you two fuck me..." I trailed off, thinking quickly now that we were about to start the scene.

"Are gags and blindfolds OK?" Daddy Miguel asked.

"Yes Sir."

"Any other limits boy? We don't have all day," growled Sir Scott.

I stammered. "Uh, umm, if there's something I really don't want, can I hum three times in a row, and you'll stop what you're doing?" I asked.

"Very smart boy. Make sure it's loud, in case you're gagged," Sir Scott snarled seductively. He guided me over to the fuck bench, and I let out a loud whine.

"Excited, much?" asked Daddy Miguel.

"Horny Sirs!" I replied with a laugh, as I bent down and put my knees on the bench. The cool leather supported my body, and left my ass sticking out. My locked dick was throbbing and pulsing, I felt l was going to shoot my load without even doing anything. From behind me, I heard some noise, the unmistakable sound of leather. I started to turn my head, but a pair of hands directed my head to keep leaning forward.

"Open up," spoke Daddy Miguel. I opened my mouth wide as a large leather hood was placed on my head, and worked its way down. There was a large gag inside, which held my mouth open wide as the back of the hood was tightened. I moaned again and my locked dock twitched again as the hood got into position.

"Can you breathe, boy?" asked one of them softly, I couldn't tell which. The sounds were muffled from inside the hood.

"Yaaaaa Errrrrr!" I exclaimed, trying to mumble. I was shaking a bit from excitement, and nearly jumped when I felt leather restraints being attached to my hands. I moaned again when they were fastened tight. Soon a pair of ankle restraints was added, securing me firmly to the fuck bench.

"Awww mmmmannnnn," I slobbered aloud. I was truly vulnerable, nothing but a locked up bottom slut ready to take cock. A hand touched my ass and reached for the plug.

"Push out," spoke one of their voices. I complied, taking a deep breath, and pushing the giant plug out of my ass. I moaned even louder as my hole puckered and twitched. It felt quite empty, after being in my ass for the better part of the last week.

"Nice and clean," muttered one of them. I dimly heard some more noises from behind me, and it tortured me not knowing what was going to happen next.

"Breath in deep boy," snarled one of the voices. My head was soon filled with the rush of poppers. I felt very light-headed, and quite horny, still attached to the fuck bench. In short succession, a pair of headphones was placed over the hood, playing techno music with a voiceover track, repeating the same phrase.

You are just a hole. You are meant to take cock.

I moaned again, and felt something brush against my hole. Something large entered my ass and started fucking me quickly and rhythmically, making me moan and squeal even more. I felt my locked cock leak a bit, overwhelmed by the sensations.

One side of the headphones was lifted up.

"Enjoy the fuck machine boy. We'll be back in an hour," spoke Sir Scott.

I squealed and moaned again. Another rush of poppers filled my head, sending me further into that drone head space as my ass kept getting rammed. My ass was on fire, my prostate was humming, my dick felt like it was going to split the cage open, my heart was racing, and I was happier than I had ever been. I couldn't imagine lasting an hour like this, but I was determined to make my new Sirs happy!

I lost track of time as the fuck machine kept invading my ass, and as the headphones played the same mantra over and over again, ensuring my status as a submissive.

You are just a hole. You are meant to take cock.

Every time I heard the word "cock", my poor locked cock jumped, leaking all over the fuck bench I was strapped to. Every so often, I got a whiff of poppers, sending me further into that sub headspace. I was moaning and drooling like crazy, my mouth kept open by the hood I was wearing.

My prostate... oh boy, my prostate had never received so much attention. Usually when guys fucked me, they only lasted a few minutes, cumming well before I did. I lasted longer with my dildos, but I'd usually cum by jerking off.

I had no such option, and was forced to keep taking the strokes of the fuck machine. Once in a while, I felt like I was on the verge of shooting, and I'd start moaning like crazy pleasure spread throughout my prostate. I'd never felt so submissive while being strapped to the fuck bench. Any doubts about playing with the Sirs had gone out the window, as I reached new heights of sexual euphoria.

I was moaning deep, enjoying the arrival of another orgasm, when the machine suddenly stopped and was pulled away from my ass as the hood was removed.

"Hwa?" I asked with a mouth full of slobber.

"Here, drink up, you did great boy," Daddy Miguel spoke softly as he rubbed my back. I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the dim red light of the room. The man had years of experience as the submissive one, so he knew the after care required for such an intense scene. He held a glass of water near my lips. I instinctively tried to reach for it, but my hands were still strapped to the fuck bench.

"Do you want to be released?" Daddy Miguel asked, but I shook my head and thirstily drank up. "Are you ready for more?" he added.

"Mmmm, yes please Sir!" I shouted.

Daddy Miguel took the glass and sat it on a table. He then stood in front of me and undid his leather pants, revealing a large curved cock and freshly trimmed pubes. I held my mouth open and tried to lean in to take his cock, but the large cock remained inches in front of my face. My tongue extended to reach the tip, causing Daddy Miguel to giggle a bit. The thick cock bounced in front of my face and gradually moved closer.

"Are you ready?" Daddy Miguel asked as the cock rested against my lips. He administered another whiff of poppers into my nose.

"Yes Sir!" I exclaimed as I enjoyed the floating feeling again. I held my mouth open wide as the large cock entered my mouth slowly. At the same time, I felt something giant go in my ass and started thrusting quickly. I moaned again as I was being spitroasted, doing my best to swallow the cock in my mouth.

"He's so loose. He's a natural. Good boy. Good fucking pig," shouted Sir Scott from behind me.

"Yes he is," Daddy Miguel replied as he bent forward. His cock was halfway down my throat when he started thrusting it. I loved the feeling of being penetrated from both ends, just being a sexual object in heat.

Daddy Miguel bent forward over top of me and started making out with Sir Scott. The two kept thrusting inside of me, using me two holes for their beautiful cocks. I kept moaning in ecstasy as I held my mouth open as much as I could, trying my best not to gag. Before long, I started choking on the cock, and both cocks pulled out of me. I swallowed a mouth full of spit and precum.

"Catch your breath. Are you OK?" Daddy Miguel asked, sounding worried.

"Yes Sir, I just had to swallow," I replied, and I opened my mouth again.

"We'll train you boy, it's OK. Are you having fun?" Daddy Miguel asked as he rubbed my back.

"Mmm, yes Sirs, I'm loving all of this," I said, keeping my mouth open.

"He's eager. Just try not to do anything but focus on your breathing, we'll do all the work," Daddy Miguel chuckled, and he started facefucking me again. I caught short breaths in between strokes.

Sir Scott resumed thrusting me in the ass, making me feel once again as a sexual object. I concentrated on the extreme pleasure radiating out from my ass, happy that I was a vessel for cocks. My pleasure reached a new level, and my whole body felt like it was tingling. All the while, my mind relaxed as the mantra kept repeating:

You are just a hole. You are meant to take cock.

"Oh fuck," I gargled with the cock in my mouth, and I started squealing uncontrollably. The pleasure from my ass spread throughout my torso and into every inch of my body. Waves of pleasure radiated with every heartbeat, each one stronger than the last. Sir Scott sped up his pacing, sending me deeper into euphoria. Daddy Miguel kept his pace and gave me another whiff of poppers.

I let go of every thought.

My eyes closed tight as flashes of light lit my retinas.

Time came to a standstill.

I am just a hole.

I am meant to take cocks, many, many cocks.

My entire body shook, and I felt like I was cumming one very long stream.

Distantly, I heard the euphoric sounds of grunting, and I was dimly aware that Sir Scott just came deep in my ass.

Daddy Miguel asked me, "Are you ready for me boy?"

The full-body climax receded somewhat as Sir Scott slowed his pace. I nodded my head and gave a thumbs up, and the giant cock in my mouth shot load after load. I hungrily swallowed every last drop.

My body was on fire, and I was covered in sweat, and eventually my orgasm subsided. I slowly opened my eyes, acclimating to the dark room with the red light.

Next: Chapter 6


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