Asian Enslavement 4

Author: jnateb
Title: Asian Enslavement 4
Date: 12 May 2017

Part 4

Last time…

He pulled a ring gag 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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He stood in front of me and slowly unzipped his jeans, reached into them to push his underwear down (2xist, also expensive), and pulled out his cock. I couldn’t help but stare in surprise. I’d been with Asian guys, and suppose I was operating on the stereotype plus my experience, and was expecting maybe 5 inches. His dick was at least 8 inches, and fat. Longer, and more girth than my own. And it was rock hard. It looked even more massive when compared to his small height and frame.

He smacked me across the face with it several times, the smirk still on his face. Rubbed precum onto my nose and around my face. Reveling in his control over me.

“You weren’t expecting it, but that’s ok. 8 and a half inches, and thick. And trust me - my balls will be slapping your chin and ass. You’ll learn to take every millimeter. You’re going to become very familiar with him soon.”

He push it into the ring gag, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I felt his cock push its way into my mouth, felt it on my tongue. Tasted the salty, tangy sweat-like flavor from it being inside his pants from at least some hours.

“You may have the idea you’re going to give me a half-assed blowjob, but you should understand that you are not. This button on the stocks will make that band around your balls emit an electric shock just like what you’ve experienced when you tried to speak earlier. As you already know, they hurt quite a bit, and you’ve only experienced levels 1 and 2 - there are 23 more levels. If I am displeased with your performance, you may get to experience a few more. On the other hand, if you please me, there are rewards too.”

I’m gay, so yes, I’ve sucked cock before, but as a Dom/Top, I have not done much of it, and when I did, the guy was often tied up himself, so I was in control of it. And I’d rarely sucked one so large, and certainly not with my lips all the way to his pubes. More just playing with him some to get him excited or get him off toward the end of a session, that sort of thing. Now I was ring gagged and about to have to suck off his huge dick, had no control whatsoever over the situation, and my balls were going to pay if I displeased him.

I decided I had little choice but to do my best if I didn’t want my balls zapped to kingdom come, so I started to suck and lick his cock as best I could, given the ring gag in place. He grabbed the handles on the sides of the gag and started to push into my mouth, and toward my throat. I’d never deep throated a cock in my life. I’d made plenty of guys do it, but the experience was always reversed. Now I struggled to contain my gag reflex as he pushed deeper and deeper in. He was merciless and relentless. About as concerned for my comfort as he would be concerned for the comfort of the chair he was sitting on. He was only interested in fucking my mouth, not in my comfort.

He finally had enough of my mouth alone, and started really pushing into my throat with each thrust, a little further each time. I fought to not gag, to not vomit, to breathe. Sometimes he would keep it in for a while, and I thought I’d suffocate.

“I want to feel that tongue working, bitch. You’re supposed to be doing a job, not taking a break.”

Taking a break? This was the most work I’d done in eons. I tried to use my tongue and mouth to pleasure the bastard better. It seemed to go on forever. I heard him groaning and breathing hard, clearly getting closer to ejaculation. He was now pushing all the way into my throat, my nose and lips coming directly into contact with his trimmed pubes. He picked up the pace and I had to work to find an opportunity to breathe between thrusts. Drool ran down the side of my face, and my eyes watered. Finally, with a loud grunt, he pulled back into my mouth a bit and shot his load all over my mouth.

“You’d better swallow every fucking drop.”

I complied, swallowing as he pumped two, three, four, five jets of steaming cum into my mouth. Another first for me. I’d never wanted to taste cum. It was different than I imagined, and I couldn’t say it was for the better really.

He stepped away, looking down at me with that fucking smirk.

“Good job boy. I think you were meant to be a cocksucker. I assure you that you will be now!”

He was sweating and pulled off his shirt to wipe his face. His torso was beautiful. Slim, toned, firm, and hairless. With the handsome face, he looked like a model.

“Clean off my cock boy.”

I obliged, licking the remaining cum off, and sucking off saliva as best I could.

“Damn have I been looking forward to this since I first started watching you at the bar and decided you would be my new slave. See, I love using big, muscular, tall, masculine, macho guys as my slave. But it is hard to find guys who fit that profile and want to be used by a smaller Asian guy. Especially ones that aren’t fem or into girly stuff, and who actually want to be owned, and, well, who don’t really enjoy the whole experience. I want a slave who is actually enslaved, serving because he has to, not because he enjoys it. So, I decided I had to just take one. Lucky you.”

I had little choice but to listen, given the shock collar and ring gag.

“So a few months ago, I read a story online about a non-existent tech product that used an interconnected collar, wrist, ankle, and ball bands, and modern tech like bluetooth, wifi, motion sensors, AI, and such to fully enslave. And I realized that between my own coding ability - I’m a comp sci major - and my dad’s company, I could make them happen in reality. You wouldn’t have heard of him, being American, but my dad is basically the Bill Gates or Steve Jobs of China. He owns some of the biggest tech companies in Asia. So I designed the product, programmed the software, and used suppliers to create several prototypes until I finally created the ones you’re locked in. I think you’re going to be very impressed with their abilities. Once I do some ‘product testing’ with you, I may release a version for sale.”

I had a sinking feeling - I had read the same “story,” and remembered the technology - the “Inforcer,” I think. I remembered wishing they existed so I could use them on my own boys. If he’d created something similar, and I was locked in them, then this was going to be more difficult than I had thought.

“We’re going to move you over to the sling - I know how you love those; I did my research before taking you. When I release the stocks, put your hands behind your back.”

He released the top piece of the stocks, and I realized that I was indeed in a collar, wrist bands, ankle bands, and the band around my balls. The collar and wrist bands fit right into the stocks, and seemed to be kept there somehow even with the top of the stocks removed. He tapped his smart watch a couple of times, and my wrists released, but the collar was still firmly in the stocks, and my ankles were still attached to chains or something behind me, and my balls were still locked to the pole mechanism thing, so I did not have much a chance to escape. I put my hands behind my back, and felt the bands snap together - locking them there. He tapped his smart watch a couple more times and the other bands released from their lock points, and he helped me stand up. It felt good to finally get off my knees, which were very sore at this point.

He put his finger to his lips and then tapped my collar, and unbuckled the ring gag and dropped it on the floor next to his shirt. He then grabbed my by the arm and pulled me across the room to the sling.

“Sit down and then lay back in the sling. Raise up your legs.”

He grabbed my ankles one by one and attached them to little connectors on the chains of the sling, and they snapped right to my ankle bands and locked.

“I’m going to release your wrists. Take your arms from behind you and put them up against the chains. You’re not in much of a position to try anything at the moment, so I recommend doing what I say.”

He tapped his wrist and I moved my arms from behind me, and up to the chains. He walked around to my head and snapped the little connectors onto my wrist bands, and I was a captive in the sling for whatever he had planned.

The head support was not attached to the sling, so I laid my head back, basically upside down now, and could see him standing over me. He bent and took off his boots, followed by his athletic socks, and then stuffed a sock in my mouth.

“You spit it out and you will regret it.”

I could taste his sweat from the boot and was disgusted, but didn’t have much of a choice other than to obey at the moment. He pulled down his pants and I got a good look at him for the first time. He literally could have been a model. Handsome, beautifully toned and worked out body, firm in all the right places - even an amazing ass, which he’d clearly put in a lot of time at the gym for. He dropped his underwear to let his cock and balls out fully - a 8.5” straight, hard, thick cock with a large set of balls. They really looked enormous against his short frame.

“I’m going to rinse off, don’t go anywhere. And that sock had better be in your mouth when I get back.”

I watched him strut away, out of my field of vision, so there was just a blank concrete wall in front of me. I had little option but to wait for him to return. I heard him showering somewhere in the distance. I thought about how I had got here, and wondered if he was serious about keeping me. I had a job, a life, friends - I couldn’t stay here as a slave! But I was in an alley that didn’t have much in the way of light when he took me, much less cameras, and there was no one else around. I doubted anyone had seen it given the location. It might be a day or so before someone really reported me missing. Tomorrow - or was it today now? It was probably after midnight by now - was Sunday, and I had no plans with anyone. I was going to finish some yard work and do some reading. Monday was a holiday, so I would not be missed at work. Tuesday I would not show up to work, but would they start looking for me, or assume I was sick or something? It might be Wednesday or later before someone decided to call the cops. I lived alone, and while I had a lot of friends and stayed in touch with family, they would likely not think it was odd if they didn’t hear from me for a few days or so.

By that point it would be hard for police to piece together where I had been and when I vanished. And I had taken the train to the bar so that I did not have to leave my car if I drank too much, so my car was safely at home in the garage. Plus, I had no no way to contact anyone to let them know, and couldn’t even tell them where I was if I did contact them, much less escape from my captivity to try to reach them. I was certainly more muscular and stronger than the kid, but in restraints, naked, and in unfamiliar territory, not to mention with the damned ball shocker thing, I was not in much of a position to overpower him.

I heard him returning from the shower, and feared what else his sadistic mind had in store.

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