Asian Enslavement 5

Author: jnateb
Title: Asian Enslavement 5
Date: 15 May 2017

Part 5

Last time…

I had 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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My ass was still sore from the caning earlier, and now slightly hanging off the sling and on display for use. I was captive in the sling until he chose to release me. And it sounded like he planned to own me permanently.

“Ok, I feel better now. Enjoying the sling? I know you like them. How many guys have been in your sling just like you are now? Dozens? More?”

The smirk. I was really, really starting to hate that damned smirk. He obviously wasn’t expecting a response, given the sock in my mouth and shock collar system on my neck and balls. I ran through my head and figured it was at least dozens, maybe over 100 guys who had been in my position, in my sling. But my sling was not as expensive as this one. The leather was thicker and clearly more expensive. The chains were stronger. The little connectors to my wrist and ankle restraints were custom.

“I’m going to take a little break while you relax here. Be back in a bit!”

He grabbed his remaining clothing and shoes, and walked out the door, leaving me locked in the sling. Seconds later, the lights went out. It was complete darkness, and there was nothing I could do about it. I’m not afraid of the dark, but being naked, locked in a sling, and with a sock stuffed in your mouth makes your brain think a lot, it seems.

The kid was clearly the scion of a wealthy Chinese businessman, which explained how he could afford the clothes, the sports car, and the massive dungeon. He’d been born to massive wealth and privilege, and was accustomed to getting what he wanted. Which now included me. He’d made me his property just like the car and dungeon belonged to him. I found myself furious for so many reasons. The pain, the use, the humiliation, being left here like property. And yet I was turned on by the guy himself. He was undoubtably one of the most handsome guys I’d ever seen, and had one of the best bodies. I figured his dad’s bucks could pay for trainers, great gyms, and great skin care, so it made sense he’d look great. Plus what were apparently good genes.

I was a good looking guy myself, and in fairly good shape, with some well developed muscles and only a bit of extra fat around my sides. But I’d been born to a lower middle class family and worked hard to get where I was - putting myself through college, finding good jobs. I was now making nearly 100K a year, with the possibility of more in the near future with a promotion I was in line for. I’d bought a nice home, had a decent car, and was saving and planning for retirement someday. This kid had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth, had anything in the world he ever wanted… and it seemed what he wanted now was me.

I fumed at being kept here like a piece of property, stored away in darkness. I wondered what he was doing while I waited for him, the taste of his foot in my mouth. I considered spitting out the sock in a small act of defiance, but was still feeling the effects of the cane on my ass, and my balls were still a bit sore from the shocks, so I decided to keep it in.

I wondered what the boys I had dominated would think if they could see me now, strapped in a sling like a slave, a dirty sock in my mouth, stored like a car in a garage. I thought about him fucking my face while I passively took it, and I flushed red with humiliation, not that it could be seen in the dark.

After what felt like eons but was probably an hour, maybe 2, the lights came on, nearly blinding me, and I heard the door open. He was back.

“Miss me, slave?”

The sad part was, I had. Being alone in the dark had already started to break me a bit, and I could feel it. The lack of contact, the lack of stimulation of any sort. He’d clearly done it intentionally.

“Has that ass ever been fucked before? I have been looking forward to fucking you for a long time, and hoped that it was virgin. Nod your head if you have been fucked.”

I shook my head. I had always enjoyed topping, and being into bdsm as a Dom, bottoming had just never been something I wanted to do. It seemed like that was about to change. He was smirking again.

“Are you telling me the truth?”

I nodded my head as best I could, given that it was basically upside down with me in the sling.

“Good boy! It will not be virgin anymore after I finish with it tonight.”

I flushed again with embarrassment, thinking of my until now virgin hole being fucked by this short kid and his rather large dick.

“But first, I’d like you to use that warm, hot mouth to get me nice and hard again. Can I trust you to do that without a ring gag this time?”

Reluctantly - and somewhat eager to get the sock out of my mouth - I nodded my head. He smirked, and walked around by my head. In a couple seconds, the sock was out and his thick cock was in. This time was not quite as rough and hard as the prior face fucking I’d taken. He still fucked my mouth, but did it a bit slower, and let me work my mouth on him a bit more. He coached me while I tried to accommodate him in my mouth.

“Keep your teeth off it - if I feel them you’ll wish you didn’t have balls. Use your tongue - I want to feel it on my shaft. Tighten up your mouth a bit. You need to work on opening your throat to let my cock in.”

And so forth. Finally, he was again rock hard and satisfied that I’d done enough work to get him that way. He put the head rest back up on the sling, and walked around between my spread legs with a bottle of lube. With my head now up, I had little choice but to look at him as he began to lube my asshole and his cock.

“I’m going to turn off your voice control so you can moan while I fuck your ass. If you speak a single word, it will go back on, and I will put the nastiest set of nipple clamps I have on your nipples, and you will be in tears from them while I fuck you. Is that understood?”

I nodded. My nipples had always been sensitive, and I did not enjoy having them played with, so the idea of nipple clamps with me helpless to remove them terrified me. He smirked again, and tapped his smart watch.

“I want to hear three words from you to be sure it’s off, and no more: ‘Thank you Master.’”

I blushed again as I tentatively tried out the words, fearing a shock: “Thank you Master.”

“Good boy. We’re going to get along great if you can be a good boy like this all the time. Now, time to fuck this hot ass.”

He lined up his cock with my back door and looked me dead in the eye as he began to push.

“Try to relax. It’s going to hurt some, but it will hurt less if you relax your hole and let me in. Take deep breaths and act like you’re taking a shit. I know you’ve fucked guys before, so you understand bottoming theory, if not the practice.”

Relax? The thing was huge and I’d never had even a small cock up my ass before. Still, I did my best to let him in. It was going to happen either way, and I didn’t want to tear my ass to pieces. He held onto my legs, giving him control over my position as he pushed. I was helpless to do anything but try to accept it. Slowly but steadily, I felt his head finally push past my sphincter, and he was in. At least the positioning of being in a sling does tend to make it easier to open up, compared to other positions, so I was thankful for that.

“Damn, what a nice tight boy hole. I’m going to really enjoy this for many years to come.”

I shuddered at the thought. Years of this? It was hard to imagine even days of it, much less years.

He continued his assault, and willing or not, my ass yielded to his large cock. I moaned with pain and, to my surprise, mild pleasure. It took some time, but I finally felt this pubes against my ass lips. He smiled as if to say, “See, that wasn’t so bad?” And then started to fuck me.

I was thankful that the voice control feature was off, I needed to be able to moan for this. He pulled out, and pushed in. And pulled out, and pushed back in. Over and over. Picking up speed. He was grunting, moaning, clearly enjoying every moment. Alternating between looking me dead in the eye and closing his eyes in bliss. He jerked my cock off some, which was now, embarrassingly, hard, but not enough that I could cum. He reached up and pinched my nipples, which I didn’t enjoy at all, and slapped my still sore ass.

I was nothing more than an object, a toy for him to use and enjoy, to fuck and abuse. It was less painful than it had been at first. And I hated myself for feeling pleasure from the fucking, my own cock now hard and dripping.

He pulled out, reapplied some lube to his cock and my ass, and began to push all the way in, and then pull all the way out. I doubted it did much for him from a pleasure standpoint, but it made it much worse for me with my ass closing after his cock left, and then having to reopen as it reentered my now used hole. Again with the smirk on his face.

He had stamina, I’ll give that to him. At his age, I had usually came in minutes of fucking, but he clearly wanted to stretch this out. He’d speed up, and slow down, stretching out my torment and use. It had to have lasted at least 45 minutes, maybe longer. Finally, I saw him tense up, and he grunted loadly as he unloaded stream after stream of his juice into my ass. He collapsed onto my chest, his cock still buried completely in my ass, and relaxed there for a while. I was exhausted from the ordeal too, and was glad to have a brief break from it.

After a few minutes, he stood up, and pulled out. For the first time in my life, I had been fucked, and now had a guy’s cum in my gut. I was mildly concerned about HIV, but figured that with him being a wealthy kid, he had good healthcare and was planning to live for a long time. Plus, statistically speaking, tops had a lower chance of getting it than bottoms during anal sex, I knew. He smacked my ass, hard, with his hand, and winked.

“Damn, what a hot, tight ass. I appreciate you saving it for me so I could pop your cherry. Glad you seemed to enjoy yourself as well.” We both glanced down at my cock, which was still hard and dripping.

“Be right back. Oh, your voice control is back on.” He tapped his smart watch.

I watched him leave, going to hallway with open solid metal doors, and closed barred prison-style doors, on either side that had been behind my position in the stocks earlier. From my location, I couldn’t make out anything else, but heard the shower come on as he rinsed off.

I envied him the shower as I lay in the sling, cum dripping from my ass. I was tired and had been fucked in both ends, and could use a wash myself. I marveled at how quickly I had gone from planning to have a boy of my own in my sling at home, to being someone’s toy here in this enormous dungeon. The irony was almost amusing. Or would have been if I were not locked to a sling with a sore ass.


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