inferior nothing By: Rob Y haverimseat4you@gmail.com http://www.sgttate.com
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"When I arrive, I want you in the most submissive pose. No hood." This is the only text of the day. He wants me to jerk off and then prostrate myself afterwards.
Jerking off is not that easy. He wants me to focus on eating his turd from the other day. I have spent the last two days trying to forget it. Rather I focus on his dominance instead of the act of dominance. It doesn't take me long to cum thinking of him controlling everything.
I gave him my bank info, and I feel like I can trust him with this. I gave him my phone password and my Facebook password and nothing bad happened. He's probably just wants to examine my finances. Even if he is going to steal money from me, I don't have much in there to begin with. I do live from paycheck to paycheck.
After cleaning up my cum, by licking my hand, I lie down on the floor with my hoodless head facing resting on my nose. My arms extend up along side my head. I wait. He will be here at ten, and with a few minutes to go, I just try to relax. But, I am curious to what he has in mind for taking me to another level.
He enters and closes the door. Without raising my head, I can tell that I am being examined--dissected. There is no sound it the room. There are no floor vibrations from his body moving about the room. I remain as still as possible. I don't know if its ten seconds, a minute, or five minutes before something happens.
"Good."
That word is unexpected. He doesn't pay me complements. I cannot remember the last time. Hell, I cannot recall if he ever paid me one.
He walks to me, only stopping with his feet on either side of my head; then he doesn't move once again.
But this time, the silence is interrupted by the sound and feeling of piss landing on my neck and shoulders.
I do not move. His warm piss feels comforting as my torso gets covered. I remain there motionless.
After the golden shower ends, he walks away from me. I can hear him removing his clothes. Still no words beyond his single initial one. He walks back to me, but this time, his steps are heavier, causing the floor to vibrate.
He pulls me up by a fistful of hair on the back of my head. It is not a gentle tug, rather a brutal one where I feel some strands of hair coming out of my head. My arms flail as he drags me to the rimseat, as I never once obtain my balance or orientation.
Shoving me on my haunches, I end up kneeling in front of him; his hand maintains a firm grip of hair. Tilting my head back, I can now get a good rare look at the man. His naked body seems bigger than I remember. Dried sweat, probably from his morning workout, still glistens across his torso. But it is his look--a brooding quint of a stare--that terrifies me the most. His mustache twitches.
"Today." There is a long dramatic pause. "Your life changes."
He raises his right hand over his left shoulder. It comes down fast. He backhands me with the most force he has ever used on me. This is not a gentle slap. No, this knocks me backward and to the left. Throwing me off balance once again, I land on the bench portion of the rim seat a bit shaken up. Yet I still manage to say, "I deserve that as I am an inferior nothing."
As I try to gather my wits about me, he barks, "Get installed under the seat. My shithole needs attention." He throws the hood at me.
I pull myself up so that I am sitting on the bench. My Lord going through his bag is the last thing I see before pulling the hood over my face. I slither under the seat as he comes over to my feet.
He grabs my left ankle and affixes an ankle cuff. After repeating the same thing on my right side, both cuffs are secured to each other under the bench. This pulls my legs apart, exposing my entire pubic region. He flicks both testicles before taking his seat, planting his ass on my face--perfectly aligning his shithole with my tongue.
It is rather rank back here--not shitty, but very sweaty. I tongue fuck him, and he sighs. I settle in and try to provide him the most amount of pleasure with only using my tongue, all the while he types away at my laptop.
After a good long time, I hear my front door open and close. Someone else is in my apartment, yet My Lord does not respond. The man approaches us. He places a bag on the floor. He speaks, "That has got to be the smallest pecker I have ever seen."
My Lord chuckles. "Yup. You know what to do with it."
What is he going to do? My Lord must sense that I am thinking about what is going to happen to me, as he flares open his shithole like he did the other day. My tongue goes inside, and he sighs. That's his way of telling me to get back to rimming him.
This man grabs my cock and balls, primarily to inspect it. He unzips his bag, making a lot of noise as he takes out some of its contents. Something with a small motor is powered on. I have no idea as to what he's going to do.
A gel falls into my pubes; my hair there is starting to be visible as it is growing back. The gel is cool, and has the consistency of shampoo. The man rubs it into my pubic mound, my shaft, my scrotum, and the area on my thighs that rub against my balls. It feels nice to have my cock area rubbed down.
He stops. Then the motor becomes louder. He places a device on my pubic area. It feels like a plastic tube--two inches thick--on its side. He grinds the tube into my pubic hair rocking it back and forth. It produces a noticeable--but not objectionable--heat, which warms the gel. The process of applying the gel and the grinding of the tube is repeated over and over all over my dick area. Every once in a while, a cold damp towel wipes away the gel.
While he does this to me, I continually eat My Lord's ass--my primary focus. My Lord is focused on my laptop. I can hear him tapping on the keys.
This other man puts down the tube, as I hear it hitting the floor. He applies another damp towel to my area, removing the remnants of the gel. By the way that the cloth rubs my skin, my pubic hair stubble has been removed.
My cock and ballsack are grabbed in his meaty hand. He pulls my shaft and balls through what feels like a metal cock ring, but the shape of it is different than what I remember a cock ring should be. Not being able to see it, I cannot describe its actual shape. My shaft is pulled through one ring, while my balls are pulled through a second one rigidly attached to the first.
He examines it by moving my cock and balls around.
"I swear, This pecker is one of the smallest I have ever dealt with." The man speaks, but My Lord doesn't respond.
The cock ring piece is yanked off. The pain from my balls being squeezed causes me to scream into My Lord's asshole, causing him to moan in appreciation.
The man tries again with the same piece, but this time it is smaller. The previous one was difficult to fit into, but this one is significantly tighter. The man has to squeeze my balls to get them in place. Even though I don't scream, it is still painful.
Another piece of metal goes behind my balls to be met by a piece in front of my scrotum, effectively creating a collar around my sack.
It is quite clear that I am having a chastity device like I have seen before applied to me.
Over the next fifteen or twenty minutes the man applies about three or four pieces. After each piece is applied there are three or four stapler sounds. He frequently pulls me hard one way and then the other. Even my tiny shaft is pulled downward and a collar is applied right under my dick head. My dick is definitely encased.
He lays a number of leather straps around it. Then one by one, he tucks a piece of it under the rigid cage.
"Hey shit head! It is in your best interest if you don't fucking move." I don't know how I could move with being secured under the rim seat and my legs secured below the bench.
He continues fiddling with my cock and balls and its cage. With my nose buried in My Lord's crack, I barely notice a metallic burning smell in the room.
After wiping me down with a cool damp cloth and then removing the leather straps, the man reaches under the bench and undoes my ankles. He comes along side of My Lord and me giving me a few moments to stretch my legs and allow circulation to return to my lower extremities. I can feel the metal cage between my legs.
Out of my periphery and through the mesh of my hood, I can barely make out the man pulling rope through the under part of the rim bench. He lifts each ankle high in the air to secure them with the rope. My legs are up and spread, making my cunt front and center on display.
The man spits on my cunt, and his cock is shoved in. I am not expecting that. I try to accommodate his cock, which isn't too thick. For whatever reason, his fucking technique is not that good.
My focus is on the hole I am eating out. The guy holds onto my cock cage, almost caressing it. He doesn't take too long to cum in my cunt.
He pulls out and uses one of his towels to clean up my crack. Instead of packing his stuff up and leaving, he applies the gel to my crack area and onto my ass cheeks. And just like what he did to my pubes, he applies the plastic tube that emits heat. The processing time for trimming my stubble from my crack and ass is a lot shorter.
The man packs up all the while my legs are still up in the air, my ass crack is smooth, and his cum is up my cunt.
He undoes the leather ankle restraints before picking up his bag of goods. He walks to the door, but not before saying to My Lord, "All yours." The man leaves, and I have no idea what he looks like.
My Lord stands.
"Get up. I need to be washed. Take off the hood."
After lifting off the rimseat lid, I stand. The hood comes off in time to see my mammoth naked Lord walking into the bathroom. I follow him, but glance around. There is no evidence that another guy was ever here. In fact my place looks the same, except for a large wad of cash on the table.
I quickly walk towards the bathroom. That's when I feel my cock and balls carrying some weight. I look down and see a metal cage that enwraps my dick, but I don't have the time to fully explore it. I follow him into the bathroom. He has the water running already, but the warm water hasn't come from the nozzle. That usually takes about a half minute or so.
"Tell me when it's warm." He pushes me into the stark cold water. I jump a little. "This should really make you jump." He smacks me across the face.
"I deserve that as I am an inferior nothing." As I complete the sentence, the water's temperature rises. "My Lord, the water is getting warmer."
He hands me the wash cloth. "Wash me." I take the soap and cloth and wash his massive body. This is the first time I really get to explore his body. He is very muscular. His chest hair and a little bit of fat prevent him from being ripped looking. Wiping the soap over his broad back takes several wipes. Because of my shortness, I have to somewhat stretch to reach atop of his traps. He chuckles at this.
I drop to my knees to wash his legs. Each of his thighs are larger then my torso. Working up his legs and I am presented with his ass. The is the first time I get to see his ass up close without my tongue buried deep in his shithole. His ass is quite meaty, but seeing the rest of his body is so huge, his ass is proportionally large.
He turns, and I am presented with his cock. It is semi hard--hanging easily seven or eight inches.. He slowly wiggles it.
"Wash it."
I take the cloth and start on his balls.
"No, focus your attention on the shaft."
I wrap my soapy hand around that mammoth cock. He starts fucking my hand and his dick starts to get hard.
When he is a fully hard nine inches he commands, "Get your ass out there and dry me off."
I climb out and reach for a clean towel as he rinses off. He comes out, his dick points the direction. I start to dry him off.
"You probably realize that I put a chastity cage on you."
"Yes My Lord."
"It was time, that I claimed my property. That cage will not be coming off." His tone is very stern. I fully understand that he won't be unlocking me anytime soon. "Now I see you have a water pick for your teeth. That is the best thing to use to clean inside."
I finish drying him off. He grabs my hand and pulls it onto his pubic hair.
"Run your fingers through there." I do. He then moves my hand to where my pubes were. My pinky hits the cage. "Notice how smooth you are. I am the ultimate man, and you are nothing, an inferior nothing. Pubic hair makes a man. Smooth skin makes nothing. You don't deserve pubes."
"Yes, My Lord." I ask, "My Lord? With it being on me for a long time, how will the hair be trimmed underneath the cage? You know when it starts growing in?"
He gives a slight grin, an evil grin.
"Go sit on the bed and look at your cage."
I sit down and hold my metal encased cock and balls. Looking at it, I see my balls freely hang--exposed lower than the cage, probably to allow ball abuse. My shaft is stretched out and secured down in the center to the parts that secure my balls. It is inaccessible.
"Notice there is no lock on it." He's right. "That's because it has been riveted together. There is no way to take that off without cutting it off with a saw."
Fuck! What the hell?
"To make sure that it is firmly in place, I had him seal it by using a cold soldering tool to solder it shut. It's on there, and it ain't cumming off. And you won't be cumming again. Just think, your last orgasm was this morning thinking about eating my shit."
I just stare at him, astounded. He barely smiles.
"You asked about shaving your pubic hair. I have taken care of that for you. Yes, I am that caring. I removed your pubic hair . . . Permanently. It's this new technique from Brazil where they apply this gel which under intense UV light destroys the hair follicles."
That's what the other guy was using on me--the gel and the plastic tube must have been the UV light.
"You never have to deal with the possibility of having pubes--and a functioning dick for that matter--and someone mistaking you for a real man."
He pushes me back onto the bed.
"Move back." He applies lube to his cock before moving to the foot of the bed. He climbs on.
He's going to fuck me? Now? The answer appears to be yes. I don't know if I can go through this. He has crossed the line.
My ankles are grabbed, elevated, and parted. Climbing between my legs, his cockhead rests on my cunt.
"Oh man does my dick love hairless cunt, and yours will be hairless forever. You are now my possession to do with as I please. You understand that?"
He smacks me hard.
I am in a daze, not just from the face slap but also the knowledge that my cock, balls, and ass have been radically changed.
His cockhead enters my cunt, but only the cockhead. He doesn't thrust in.
"I control everything from now on. Everything."
This doesn't sound good.
"While you were eating my shithole earlier, I composed your letter of resignation to your boss."
This can't be real. He's fucking with me--fucking with my job, my cock, my balls, my life. He has to be kidding.
"Your boss is Thomas King? Right?"
He's not fucking with me. I stare at him, my eyes must show my panic.
"By your reaction, I'll take that as a yes. Good, then I e-mailed it to the right person."
I start to shout out "No" and his right hand covers my mouth. He smiles an evil grin. With his hand on my mouth, his other hand holding on to his dick, my legs up in the air and parted, and his cockhead already in my hole, he meets no resistance when he buries his nine inch dick all the way in.
I scream--into his hand. He holds it in place until my scream dies down. Then his three hundred pound body slams down on top of me. He settles into fucking me in this position. I am trapped under him. My face is pressed into his pecs. He is on his elbows as he fucks, effectively keeping me under him. He begins a pile driving rhythm.
I am jobless. My position has been tenuous the past few weeks, due to recovery from missing work because of his beatings and fuckings. Even if I try to get my job back, my boss won't take me back. I am so fucking screwed. I start to cry.
He slows his thrusts to look at me. "You're crying?" I can see him trying to examine my face trapped under him. "You are! FUCK YEAH!"
Pulling his arms inward, he holds my head firmly in his hands as he slams his cock into my cunt. My face is smashed between his two pecs.
"I own you. You are my property. I control everything in your life. Your life as you know it is in shambles."
I continue to cry harder, from his brutal assault on my cunt, but even more so by what he is saying. My tears are absorbed by his chest hair.
He's getting off on the destruction of my life. Who does that? A monster does. He's a monster. I just need him out of here, and I will begin to reconstruct the mess he made.
"You tears are telling me that you understand that your life as you knew it is over. I can feel your screams vibrating my chest. My heart feels every sob you make. It swells from every gasp of sorrow. I thrive on your hopelessness."
I am numb. I can only lie here feeding his libido by crying into his chest. He's about to cum. I purposely cry harder to get this over with.
"Fuck yeah! Your tears make me cum."
His body tenses up and he slams into my hole, causing my legs to flail around in the air.
"Here it cums you fucking cunt!"
I can feel his cock pulsate. His load is going in deep. He collapses on me, crushing me. I can barely breathe.
"Fuck yeah! Now that's what I call, taking ownership."
He rolls off of me onto his back. I am no longer under him. I want to get up and away from him.
"Clean me off."
His massive hand firmly grabs my head pushing it down to his dick, covered in cum, ass juices, and the such. I open my mouth. There's no use fighting. I slobber the best I can. My mind is elsewhere.
"Well that's rather pathetic. Get up here."
He pats the bed along side of him. Does he want me to lie with him? He does. Slowly I crawl up to him. He pulls me in position so we can spoon together. His leg lays over both of mine effectively keeping me in place. His arm reaches down to the cage.
"My inferior nothing." He rubs where my pubes were. "This is nice and smooth. You will like the way this feels. You have no choice."
He does something I don't expect. Moving his hand to my face, he starts tenderly stroking my cheek.
"When you ate my turd and gave me your bank password without any resistance, I knew I could do just about anything to you. Your submissiveness would allow it; it craves it; it needs it. Securing your useless pecker was inevitable. I told you on day one that it would happen, and now it has. And you should never have had pubes. You look better now, denuded with cock locked up."
His soft voice and light stroking of my face feels comforting.
"Now about your job. You are probably wondering if I really sent that e-mail."
I never considered that he was bluffing. Oh please let that be the case. That is a relief.
"Well I did. I saw your e-mails to your few friends; you hated being there. And worse yet, you were undervalued and underpaid."
I look over my shoulder at him. That's exactly how I feel about my job.
"I told him that you were quitting immediately because you met the man of your dreams and moving to Billings, Montana. Yes, you are running away with me, but we are not moving to Billings. No, you are moving to the apartment we looked at the other day. I hate this place. It is disgusting here. At the new place you do not have to worry. I will be covering the bills and the rent. And I will feed you myself."
He pauses. Oh hell, he wants me to eat his shit. Now he smiles.
"Good. That's the response I was expecting. No, I have a toilet that I feed most nights. I was referring to having food for you. Everything will be cared for in the apartment. There is no need for you to work. I want my inferior nothing available at all times. Your focus will be on me. I decide what you do. I decide how you serve. I decide who gets to use you. I secured a great deal on rent by letting that landlord use you."
He goes back to stroking my head.
"You need to go to your current landlord here and tell them that you fell in love and are moving to Billings. Yes Billings. You are lying to them, and its best to keep all your lies to be the same. Anytime someone asks where you are going you tell them Billings, Montana. Apartment complexes are more willing to help people out if they think you are moving far away. They're less likely to tack on unnecessary charges to close out your lease. I have placed a pile of cash on your table. Find out how much they plan on charging you. Write them a check after depositing that amount in your bank account. There's $7,500 in cash out there. When the time comes to pay for the moving company, you will deposit that amount in your bank account after writing them a check. That money out there is for you and the move."
I am shocked by this. He tore me down a few minutes ago, and now he's planning everything out for me.
"In addition to paying rent, bills, and food, I will be setting aside $1,500 each month for you that you will not touch. In just under two years, you will have $30,000 saved. When I eventually dump you, that will be your parting gift. You will need to ask my permission before spending any money from it before that inevitability."
Now this is totally contrary to what I would have suspected from him.
"You will need to move into the new place as soon as possible. I'm going to be traveling to Singapore in a week's time. I want you in the new place by then. So, contact your apartment people today. You got that?"
"Yes My Lord."
He smacks me on the cheek he was just caressing not a minute ago.
"I deserve that as I am an inferior nothing."
"I want you to change that to 'Éas I am YOUR inferior nothing.'"
"Yes My Lord."
He smacks me again.
"I deserve that as I am your inferior nothing."
"Good." He pulls me in close to him, and returns to caressing my cheek. It is so wonderful to lie here next to him. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep.
When I wake up from the nap, he is gone.
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