Asian Enslavement 3

Author: jnateb
Title: Asian Enslavement 3
Date: 12 May 2017

Part 3


After waiting what seemed like eternity, the door at the far end of the room and centered in front of me opened, and in walked the Asian twink. I immediately began to express my displeasure at my condition, but all I could get out was “Mmmphhhmmph!”

He smiled - a friendly, but devilish smile - as he walked casually over to where I was restrained. He was dressed in dark jeans, a tight t-shirt, and black boots. It all looked like expensive, nice stuff. I thought I recognized the shirt as a Marc Jacobs. He was handsome - very much so - and it looked like he was in great shape under the tight clothes. He clearly worked out, and doubtless had a tight, smooth body. I had envisioned it a number of times when I saw him at the bar, but with him locked in the stocks, not me!

I was not happy with my situation and decided to let him know. “Mmmmhphhph! Mmmmmhmmhhhmph!” I realized how ridiculous it was. I had watched dozens of subs try to talk through a gag over the years. I always wondered why they bothered, knowing they wouldn’t be able to make intelligible sounds, and here I was doing the exact same thing.

I looked up at him as he sauntered over, looking every bit the confident, cocky Dom.

“I suppose you had a lot of questions, and are probably a bit annoyed.”

A bit annoyed? He kidnapped me, stripped me, and locked me in a set of stocks!

“I’ll explain things in time. For now, let’s just say that I have decided to make you my property. Now, I am horny, and I would like my dick sucked. You are in just the right position to do that for me. Would you like to do that?”

I stared at him in disbelief. Unfortunately, “Fuck you, I’m not your slave!” came out as “Mmph mmm, mm mph mm mmmp!” I did manage to vigorously shake my head.

He smirked at me. “Now now, you are a slave. You should reconsider your answer.”

I shook my head as strongly as I could.

“I think I may need to help you understand how serious I am about this.”

He pressed on a button on the side of the stocks and I felt my balls move - suddenly I realized there was a bar extending up from where they rested, and if I didn’t stand up my crown jewels were going to be pulled off. I stood up, my back now parallel to the floor, and my ass pushed out and on display.

The kid casually walked over to the wall with the discipline instruments, and selected a thin cane.

“Are you sure you don’t want to make this easier on yourself and do as I ask?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmpppppppppphhhhh!” My roar didn’t sound very intimidating behind the muzzle.

A smirk. “Suit yourself.”

He walked behind me and I felt him line up the cane against my ass.

The pain was intense on the first stroke. Surprisingly so. I’d been belted by my dad as a kid, but not since then. I’d paddled plenty of boy’s asses, and used a few other instruments over the years, but somewhat sparingly since anything intense tended to run the little guys off. Only a few were really into hard discipline, the pain pig guys, and they tended to be older. I preferred the younger, twinky ones, but they didn’t usually handle pain as well. Less padding on their asses, I suppose.

This kid had no such concerns for my poor ass. I felt stroke after stroke expertly lined up down my ass to my legs. By number 5 I was ready to suck whatever he wanted. By 10, I was in tears. By 15, I would have been babbling and yelling had the muzzle not turned all of that into “Mmmmmphhh! Mmmmmmmmmmmpppppppppppphhhhhhhhhh!”

He lowered the pole raising my balls up so I could kneel again, and walked back around in front of me. That smirk still on his face.

“Now - and I suggest you think hard about this - are you ready to suck my cock?”

Tears running down my face, my ass undoubtably blistered with angry red lines, I looked at him, and reluctantly nodded.

“I’m going to need to take this muzzle off then. Please listen closely. The collar you are wearing senses vocal sounds, and you will get a shock if you try to speak.”

He removed the muzzle. “WHAT THE FU——“

My balls felt like they’d been lit on fire. Or kicked. Or lit on fire and kicked. I jumped and yelled… which only resulted in another shock.

The second one managed to get me to shut up. I glared at the little bastard, now hurting not only on my ass, but even in my balls. He was going to pay when I got out of this.

The smirk. “I tried to warn you. It will really be easier on you the sooner you accept that you are now owned property.”

It was all I could do to not scream at him. But I had to wait, to bid my time, find an opportunity to free myself.

“Now, wouldn’t have sucking my cock to begin with have been a lot easier? You’re still going to suck it, only now you’re in pain. I don’t mind whipping your ass - I enjoy it a lot actually. I’m sure you’re motivated to suck me now, but just to be safe, I’m going to need to strap in a ring gag.”

He pulled one off the wall and shortly it was buckled into my mouth. Another new experience for me. It had wrist straps on the sides that were clearly there to let him grab and hold my head on his cock. But I felt some relief that at least he was Asian, so it wouldn’t have to do any deep throating.

But I was wrong.

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