I like girls and have had some girlfriends, but ever since high school I've been interested in guys too. It's my secret. No one in my life knows. Most of my gay fantasies involved being used like a bitch, being dominated by a tough, muscular man. After suppressing these desires for years I finally decided to indulge them. I met this guy on the internet. He seemed like my type. He was older (40s) and very masculine. We emailed and talked on the phone. I told him all about my fantasies. He said he was willing to help me fulfill them. I told him I'd never done anything like this and wanted to take it slow. He was cool with that. We started meeting up at his apartment. The first time I just blew him. I wasn't very good, but he didn't complain. He was nice. I got better at it every time. He was training me to be a good slave. He'd put me over his knee and spank my ass red. It turned me on. Eventually things got more aggressive. He started cuffing my hands behind my back. He put a leash on me and walked me around his apartment. I followed every order and sucked his dick enthusiastically, but I refused to try anal. I knew it would hurt and that scared me. I guess I just wasn't ready. For a while Master (that's what I called him) was okay with that, but eventually he got impatient. He didn't want to wait for me to be ready. One day while I was down on my knees servicing his cock, he shoved me to the floor. My hands were cuffed behind my back, so my face lay on the floor and my ass stuck up in the air. Master got behind me and rest his big cock between my ass cheeks. "Time for me to break this ass in." He said. Well I wasn't having any of it. I started to cause a fuss. Master stopped before penetrating me. Anyway, we got into a big fight about how I'm just a tease and wasn't willing to submit to him completely. I left his apartment that day in a huff and we didn't speak for months. I basically thought it was over between us. I was wrong.
A few months after the incident I got a phone call. It was Master. He apologized for how things ended. He said he wanted to see me again. It took some convincing on his part, but eventually I agreed to meet him. What a mistake. I should've just ignored his call, but instead I went over to his apartment. From the second I walked through the door things were different. There was no foreplay. Master was already naked and hard. He seemed angry, not sorry like he sounded on the phone. He ordered me to strip. His voice sounded mean and threatening. Once I was undressed, he ordered me on my knees. In fear I obeyed. Before I could look up at him, he fastened the leash around my neck, and cuffed my hands behind my back. I was scared. My heart was racing. I opened my mouth to beg Master to slow down, but he silenced my protests with his cock. Gripping my head with both hands, Master began thrusting. His thick, throbbing shaft stretched my pink, supple lips as far as they'd go. He forced me to deep throat him. I gagged and choked but Master didn't care. Tears streamed down my face as my cries for mercy were muffled by Master's cock. Saliva dripped from my chin, and I began to use my tongue to massage his shaft, hoping to make him come. It was no use. Master's powerful thrusts just continued.
Eventually, displeased with my performance, Master shoved me off his cock. I fell to the floor gasping for air. Master didn't allow me anytime to recuperate. He grabbed the leash and immediately began dragging me around the room. He removed the cuffs from my wrists so I could crawl at his feet. Anytime I said something, begging him to stop, he pulled the leash hard and choked the pleas out of me. Master walked me around the room, ordering me to crawl faster. He slapped my ass violently to motivate me. I began crying. I was tired, and wanted to stop, but couldn't for fear of Master's hand. He just laughed at my distress, finding humor in my suffering.
After circling the room more than a dozen times, Master ordered me to my feet. With sore knees I obeyed. Too fearful, I couldn't look him in the eyes. He pointed to the bedroom door and barked angrily "Move!" I stood still like a deer in the headlights. Master wasn't pleased. He wrapped his arm around my neck, roughly. In a headlock, he dragged me to the bedroom door and flattened my body against it. He pressed his naked body against my back. I was so small compared to him it was frightening. I felt his huge, thick cock rest against my lower back. He breathed heavily, lustfully on my neck. Master then kicked the bedroom door open, revealing his bed fitted with chains and cuffs, two for my wrists and two for my ankles. In that instant I realized what he had planned. Master was going to take what he felt belonged to him: my anal virginity. I was overcome with fear. I couldn't believe what was happening. I screamed for help, but Master covered my mouth. He took my throat in his large hand and turned my face to look at him. He stared into my eyes. The anger and intensity in his gaze silenced my screams. He removed his hand from my mouth. My lips quivered in terror. "It time for me to take what's mine." Master said. "You obey, and I'll go easy. You scream, it'll be that last thing you ever do." My legs went weak. The tone of his voice showed he was serious. Master let go of me and I fell pathetically to my knees. I faced his cock and opened my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked his tip, hoping he would decide to use my mouth instead. I had no such luck. Master pulled the leash tightly and walked me to the side of the bed. He ordered me to crawl onto it. I obeyed.
I lay flat, face down on the bed. A big pillow was placed under my waste so my ass stuck up in the air. Master then cuffed my hands to the headboard, and my ankles to the foot of the bed. My body tensed in fear. A single tear streamed down my cheek. I opened my mouth to beg for mercy one last time, but before I could speak a ball gag was shoved in my mouth. Master tightened the strap, ensuring the gag wouldn't fall out. I was silenced completely. No one would hear my screams. Then a blindfold was placed over my eyes, and everything went to black. I was left only with the sound of Master positioning himself on the bed behind me. I felt lube drip down my crack, preparing my ass for perpetration. I wept silently, not wanting to anger Master. He leaned in over me. I felt his strong body against mine as he whispered menacingly "You ready to be used like the bitch you really are????" I nodded sheepishly. "Good," Master responded "Now you'll know what it's really like to be master's slave." And with that Master stepped of the bed and quickly left the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. My mind raced. I was confused. Where did he go???? Why didn't Master begin using me then???? I couldn't figure it out. I lay there for what felt like twenty minutes. I was resigned to the fact that my ass was to be abused, but where had Master gone???? Was he torturing me by making me wait????
Eventually, after a long wait, I heard the bedroom door swing open. My heart began racing again. Master finally returned to take what's his. I stuck my ass higher in the air, presenting my cute, yielding ass cheeks. I felt if I submitted he may go easy on me. What I heard next made my blood run cold. More than one pair of footsteps entered through the door, many more. Then abruptly, in a cacophony of noise, the voices of several men began catcalling, whistling, and hurling slurs at me. Confusion and terror poured over me. Who are these men???? The hairs on my neck stood up, and my whole body shook in fear. Where is Master???? It was all so surreal. I couldn't wrap my mind around what was happening. Then it sunk in when I heard Master speak. He said gleefully, raising his voice above the other men "Some bitches need to be broken easy. Some bitches need to be broken hard. This faggot bitch here needs a train run on his ass to teach him his place." The other men cheered. "You ready, boys????!" Master called out. The men cheered even louder. "Go get 'em" Master concluded, and the men descended on me like a pack of wolves.
I screamed loudly through the ball-gag but the sound was drowned out. The men were shouting, hollering, calling me a 'faggot' and a 'bitch', detailing what they were going to do to me. I cringed as I felt a dozen pairs of hands cover me. They groped, pulled, and pinched at every part of my body. I felt ashamed and violated. With their fingers they explored parts of my body no one had ever touched. They squeezed and pulled my genitals, and fingered my asshole, working the lube in, getting me ready.
Master knelt on the bed behind me. It was time. He pulled tightly on the leash. This arched my back downward, positioned my ass closer to his cock, and forced my blindfolded face to look up at ceiling. The men began slapping my face with their hard cocks, laughing. They rubbed their tips on my cheeks and lips, and I felt their slimy pre-cum. Master positioned the tip of his lubed cock at my tiny, tight hole. With one hand he kept the leash tight, and with the other he grabbed my hair roughly. His tip slowly began penetrating me. It's girth alone made me moan in pain. "Time to ride this bitch into the ground." Master shouted, and with a powerful thrust he buried his cock in my ass. The men cheered. My whole body tensed in pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I screamed louder than before. No one cared. Master began thrusting, in and out, loosening my ass. The men's hands continued groping me, and their cocks covered my face, as not one inch of my body wasn't violated. Master's thrusts were slow, deep, and hard. He fucked me for what felt like an hour, all the while the men spat at me and called me a 'faggot'.
Finally, Master came. I felt his cock pulsate. He buried it deep, smacking his balls against mine. My body quivered in disgust and I felt his hot semen fill my insides. He lay flat on top of me, grinding his cock in, making sure to leave every drop. I chocked on the ball-gag, almost vomiting. Hands no longer groped me. Cocks no longer rest on my face. The men stood silent, letting Master finish with his slave. I dry heaved, barely able to breathe under Master's immense weight. Master was finished. He grunted with pleasure, and slid his huge cock out of my ass. He pulled himself off me, and stood next to the bed. I exhaled, and for a second believed it was all over. Then I remembered the other men, and my heart sank in despair. Master smacked my sore ass and said "He's all yours, boys." The bed creaked as multiple men crawled onto it. "Don't go easy on him." Master directed jokingly, before leaving the room.
The door slammed shut and I was left alone with the men. Blindfolded, I couldn't tell how many there were, but it had to be at least a dozen. My ass was presented up in the air, and my hole was left gaping from Master's abuse. Whatever fight I had left in me was fucked out by Master's huge cock. I was exhausted, and broken. Then men were going to use me, and I wasn't going to move a single muscle in protest. I was going to lay there and take it like a good slave. The transformation was almost complete, but the night was just beginning. A few of the men, four or five, surrounded me on the bed. They manhandled me like a rag doll, positioning my body in a way that pleased them. The other men stood around the bed waiting their turn. As I stared into the blackness of the blindfold, I heard them stroking their cocks in preparation. Some still called out slurs, most just grunted lustfully and licked their lips while staring at my supple, petite body. One man knelt behind me. He pulled the leash tight, forcing my ass closer to his cock. My face stuck up in the air. The man positioned his tip at my gaping hole. As he did that, the ball-gag was removed. Without missing a beat, I opened my mouth wide, licked my lips to moisten them, and stuck out my tongue. I knew what they wanted. One hole wasn't good enough. If they wanted both, I wasn't going to argue. As the man behind me slid his cock into my ass, another cock was forced into my mouth, it's shaft spreading my pink lips wide. I started bouncing back and forth between each cock. The men cheered, marveling at my enthusiasm. The gangbang began.
I spent what felt like hours in that room at the hands of those men. A few sips of water were brought to me, but the onslaught of cocks never stopped. The men circled me, taking turns at my ass and mouth. Some fucked slow and deep, others fast and hard. Semen dripped from my lips, and fell from my chin onto the pillows. Sometimes my face would be forced down onto the bed as my ass was penetrated violently by one man, then moments later I'd be faced up with cock after cock using my mouth. In whatever way they used me, it was non-stop. When one cock was done it was immediately replaced by another. It was relentless. The men kept coming back for more and more. All the while I remained blindfolded. I gave myself over to it entirely. I gave my body to those men to use that they wanted. I didn't scream or protest once. Instead I moaned, and even began to perversely enjoy their attention, and that sickened me.
Finally, the pace slowed down. The men each had their last taste of my body, then left the room one by one. Eventually I was left with just one man. He thrust away powerfully behind me, determined to come one last time. After he did, he spanked my ass, spat on my back, and exited, slamming the door behind him. I was left there in the cold silence. I lay flat on the bed, face down, still cuffed to the frame. I bit the bedsheets and buried my face in a pillow. My mind was blank, empty. As my adrenaline stopped flowing, the soreness set in. I lay there for at least thirty minutes. My body slowly recuperated, but my thoughts were directed only towards cock, not being able to believe there wasn't another one to service. Strangely, I felt purposeless without another man to pleasure. Is that what it is to truly be a slave???? If so, then I was transformed. A small part of me felt violated, abused, but it was dying and being replaced with dedication and submission. Time passed slowly as I lay there on the soft sheets pouring over everything that had just happened.
Master returned. He said nothing. My heart didn't race this time. He moved quickly, un-cuffing me from the bed. Using the leash, he directed me off of the bed and onto the floor. I rest there on my hands and knees as he cleaned me off with a wet towel. It felt good. Master then raised me up to my knees. I heard the door slam shut, then my blindfold was removed. The light hurt my eyes. My heart skipped a beat when I looked up at Master. He stood towering over me, naked, with a massive erection resting inches above my face. I blushed. He questioned me firmly "Well, what's it gonna be????" Surprisingly, the leash wasn't tightened, nor was his cock forced between my lips. It just sat there, waiting for me. Master nodded in one direction, then the other. I looked. My clothes sat on the chair near the bedroom door. On the other side of the room, the closet doors were open, and in the closet was a metal dog bowl. I looked back up at Master, and he asked again "Well????" I couldn't believe it, after all he did to me, I was being given a choice. I could leave, or stay. My heart pounded. Something in my mind screamed for me to take the clothes and run, but my instincts took over and my body acted out without my control. My mouth opened wide, and with one final act of total submission my tongue licked Master's cock from the base to the tip. I then took his whole shaft in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. Master grunted in pleasure, and patted my head. "Good boy." He said. I sucked enthusiastically, and milked his cock of every drop, taking it gladly. When I was done, I smiled up at him as semen trickled from the corner of my mouth. I made a cute, barking noise, like a dog, and returned to my hands and knees before Master. I was his slave.
Master walked me into the closet, closed the doors and locked them from the outside. I was allowed to use the bathroom before, then was given water and a blanket. I remained in the closet for what felt like hours. Naked, I lay on the floor dozing in and out of sleep. My mind poured over all the sounds, smells, and feelings from the gangbang. I touched myself, and came with pleasure I'd never felt before. As I sat there in the darkness, I listened to the sounds from the other room. I heard the men. They were still there, shouting and laughing, going over the details of their violation of Master's slave, me. I heard doors open and close, and I realized more men must be arriving. The sounds from the other room grew louder and louder, as the new men were told stories of the slave who was broken. Time passed, and I knew eventually I would be taken out of the closet to meet the new men. It sounded like a party was in the works, and I was to be the party favor. My fate was set. What those dozen men did to me before would look like a gentle kiss when compared to what the over two dozen outside were planning for me. But that's a story for another time...