Boxer Slave

Author: bdboyuk
Title: Boxer Slave
Date: 26 July 2009

Boxer Slave.

The bloke didn’t know who he was fucking with. That is to say, he knew the name of the kid he was fucking; he just didn’t know who that kid belonged to. He would find out soon enough, and regret all those times he had buried his big prick in that kids sweet arse.
Matt had met Steve just after coming out of prison. As part of his rehabilitation, Matt’s rehab officer had found him a work placement in a youth club, teaching kids about his experiences in the slammer and trying to help them avoid the same pitfalls he had encountered. Unfortunately, Matt didn’t really regret his time banged up, and he was soon causing so much trouble at the youth centre that they fired him. Not before he met Steve though. Steve was the nephew of one of the men running the club and would often pitch in around the place, helping run the cafeteria or clean up after closing time. Matt noticed him instantly, and his slim frame and bubble butt made Matt’s cock drool. Matt wasn’t queer; he had shagged more women than men, but during his time in prison he found it impossible to get through the week without at least a blow job. There were plenty of willing guys to help out, and some not so willing ones that Matt enjoyed beating to a pulp before thrusting his dripping cock into them.

Yes, Matt was a mean fucker in more ways than one. He had always appeared threatening, even at school, when he started training as an amateur boxer. He built up his arms, shoulders and chest, so that at 14 he looked 10 years older, and acted it. Soon he was terrorising the weaker kids, the queers, the geeks, and fucked so many girls that their parents began complaining to the head teacher. Once kicked out of school, he wound up leader of a gang of miscreants who would steal anything not bolted down and vandalise everything else. Petty crimes lead to more impressive illegal acts, until one day he nearly killed a shopkeeper who attempted to stop him leaving his shop with two bottles of whiskey. This last act of violence resulted in a seven year prison sentence.

Whilst inside, Matt continued his work-out regime, building and sculpting his body and submitting his perfected muscles for tribal tattoos performed by the other inmates. He quickly gained control of D-Wing where he was held, and even the guards were secretly afraid of him. He served five of his seven years and was released on parole with strict conditions. He was now in the process of breaking one of them: losing his place at the youth club. Not that he knew that – he was enjoying the first of many sessions of ploughing Steve’s arse.
Steve had lusted after Matt since he first saw his brawny arms flexing for an arm wrestle with one of the bigger kids at the youth centre. He stopped cleaning the cafeteria tables to watch, and licked his lips at the sight of the sweat dripping through Matt’s bushy armpits. His submissive brain went into overdrive, and he fantasised about burying his face into those stinking pits, licking and sucking each drop of man-sweat from them. He knew he had orders not to approach guys for sex, but he couldn’t resist this big specimen of manhood in front of him. The guy looked so straight, so sexy, so rough, that he had to have him. At 22, Steve had been the property of a Master for nearly two years, and this was the first time he had really considered going behind his owner’s back with another guy.

Matt toyed with the kid he was arm wrestling, allowing him to think he might win before pushing his strength back at him and punching his hand to the table. The crowd that had gathered around them cheered and Matt, to his credit, shook the kid’s hand and told him he had some good muscle tone. As he sttod up and wiped the sweat from his brow, he caught the eye of that lad who hung around, cleaning the place and making the tea. He was staring at Matt in such a manner that Matt knew he wanted him. Never one to pass on a fuck, Matt strolled over to the kid and struck up a conversation.

“Hey, why are you always hanging around here?”
Steve swallowed heavily – this stud was actually talking to him. He ran his arid tongue over his dry lips and tried to breathe normally. “I...my...it’s my uncle...” he stammered, “he runs the place and I like to... help him out”.
“Cool,” Matt responded, running his eyes slowly down the kid’s slim neck, over his protruding pecs and washboard stomach, down to his nicely packed jeans. “You know the storage room in the attic?”
“Yeah...” Steve managed. This was going somewhere, he thought. “Why?”
Matt reached around Steve and grabbed a couple of cans of Coke. “Meet me there in 5 minutes. And bring a towel.”
Matt sauntered off, oozing testosterone and confidence. As he reached the door, he turned to see Steve still standing there, his jeans bulging and his mouth gaping. He smiled, gave a wink, and left the room. Steve had never moved so fast. He dashed behind the counter, grabbed a couple of hand towels from below the sink, and shot out of the cafeteria in hot pursuit of the first fuck he’d had outside of his structured slave life.

Entering the attic store rooms, Steve could make out the shape of Matt’s muscular body, framed by the diminishing sun coming through the long window at the end of the room. His heart was pounding as he crossed the floor towards him, mentally recording every moment to play back later that night when he was locked in his cage at home. Matt watched him advance slowly towards him, stroking his massive member through his jeans, releasing a stream of pre-cum into his boxer shorts.

“Stop there. Strip.” Matt commanded. Being an experienced submissive, Steve quickly did as he was told, removing his t-shirt, trainers, jeans and briefs, before placing his hands behind his head and looking to the floor. His 7” cock was hard and pulsating with his heavy heartbeat and he could hear the blood rushing through his ears. Matt moved from his position against the window and approached Steve, running his hand down his smooth skin, encircling his low hanging balls and giving them a firm tug. Steve allowed a small gasp to escape his lips, and moved his hips closer to Matt. Matt placed his free hand on the top of Steve’s head and pushed firmly downwards, releasing his balls so that Steve could settle onto his knees in front of him. His face now at the level of Matt’s cock, Steve licked his lips and waited for the feast that was to come.

Matt could hardly believe how quickly he had taken control of this kid. Sure, he had dominated dozens of guys in the nick, but this was a whole different matter – this kid could get up and leave anytime he wanted. His cock was leaking at suck a rate that his shorts were soaked. He slowly undid the button fly of his jeans, and rubbed his hard cock through the damp fabric of his shorts. He slowly peeled them away from his cock, causing his meat to spring free and spray the kneeling boy with his juices. He grasped the thick base of his cock with his right hand and held the kid’s shaved head with his left. Slowly, he ran his raging hard-on along the boy’s lips and across his face, marking him and making him whimper with lust. The lad’s luscious lips parted slightly in anticipation, and Matt felt the glow of victory swell his prick even more. Placing the deep purple helmet against the boy’s lips, he breathed deeply and thrust his hips forward, impaling the kid’s throat on his dick. His hand was at the back of Steve’s neck and he held him in place for 30 seconds, luxuriating in the heat of the boy’s throat around his cock. He could feel Steve trying to control his gag reflex, and considered that he might never had taken such a massive weapon so deep before. But sympathy was not one of his strong points, and taking Steve’s head in his hands he began thrusting in and out of his throat like an animal in heat. Steve’s hands on his head were held firm by Matt’s strong grip as his cock pushed in and out of his mouth. His hard cock was bobbing up and down, leaking great globs of pre-cum onto the cold wood floor as his mouth was ravaged by Matt’s fantastic phallus. Soon, Steve felt Matt’s grip tighten and his cock expanded within his throat. Matt shot his load with a deep animal growl, spraying Steve’s tonsils with stream after stream of sweet, sticky semen. Matt stayed buried in Steve’s throat long after he had cum, nearly causing Steve to black out from the lack of oxygen. Finally, that long schlong withdrew from his gizzard, pulling a string of cum and phlegm with it.

“Clean that up,” Matt said, shaking his deflating but still impressive penis at Steve, “and that too” he said, pointing to the floor between Steve’s legs. Looking down, Steve was amazed to see a large puddle of his own cum soaking into the shiny floorboards. He must have shot his own load when Matt was pounding his mouth. He licked and sucked the goo from Matt’s cock, then bent his face to the floor and licked up his own seed. When he looked up, Matt had already tucked his cock away and was wiping his hands on one of the towels Steve had brought with him. Steve remained on his knees with his hands on his head as he had been trained to do.

“Meet me here every night at 7, and make sure your arse is clean, cos I’m gonna fuck it ragged” Matt said, then walked past Steve and out of the door. Steve let out a massive breath, and then brought himself to another orgasm whilst he could still taste Matt’s cum, and his own, mixing in his throat.

They met every day as planned. Steve would strip and be waiting for Matt to arrive, and Matt would tell Steve what position he wanted him in. Matt used Steve mercilessly, fucking him from every angle, slapping his arse and face, calling him his bitch. He forced him to drink his piss and cum, and never once touched Steve’s cock. Steve would jerk off kneeling on the floor after Matt had dressed and left, his mind full of the depraved acts Matt was forcing him to perform. This continued for several weeks, until Matt began causing trouble at the youth centre and was called to the office of the owner.

“Yeah, what?” Matt said, slamming the door and folding his muscular arms over his beefy chest. The boss was sitting behind a desk reading some papers and didn’t even look up at this comment. He made Matt stand there for 5 minutes before putting down the pages he was reading and appraising Matt with a withering look.

“I was doing you and your parole officer a favour by allowing you to work here. I have welcomed you, trained you, supported you, and you are fucking it all up by encouraging the boys to fight each other” the boss explained, carefully.
Matt took two steps forward and placed his big hands on the boss’s desk. “They are learning how to be real men. I am teaching them to box. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?” He asked, with menace in his voice.

The boss pushed his chair away from the table and stood up. “Boy, if you think you are in any way qualified to teach these young lads what it is to be a real man, you are severely mistaken.” He walked around the desk and the two men sized each other up. Matt was bigger and more muscular than the older guy, but the boss was athletic and, more importantly, could send him back to prison with one phone call to his parole officer. Matt weighed up his options and adopted a more neutral pose, standing straight but with his arms loosely by his sides.
“I also know what’s been going on between my nephew and you,” the boss said, walking towards a TV set into a wooden cabinet, “every inch of this place is covered by CCTV, even the storage areas.” He switched the TV on and there on the screen appeared Matt brutally fucking Steve’s arse.

Matt blanched at the realisation that his secret sex sessions with the boss’s nephew had been recorded, and his brain started trying to find a way out of this dilemma. “Listen, that is just a bit of fun. I was bored. He wanted it...” The boss raised a hand to silence him. He walked across the office to a door set in the other side. This he opened, and Matt was shocked to see Steve kneeling in the closet, naked, his hands held behind his head by wrist restraints connected to a leather collar, his cock leaking juice on the leather parachute attached to his balls which were pulled down to a hook on the floor. He barely had time to take this unbelievable sight in, when a massively muscled black man walked into the office.

“This is Steve’s Master. He has been made aware of your sessions with his boy and he is very disappointed in his slave. Steve will be punished, but as you were largely to blame you must be punished also. I could contact the parole team and explain what has been going on, to have you sent back to prison. Or, there is another option...” the boss moved back to his seat behind the desk.
Matt was gasping at Steve and Steve’s Master in turn. He had no experience in what was happening and his brain had completely shut down. All he knew was that he did not want to go back to prison. “I’ll do anything you want – just don’t tell my parole officer, please!” he gushed.
“Very well. You will leave here with Steve and his Master, and I will tell the parole team that you are now working on an outreach programme. Your Master will tell you all you need to know from now on.” He nodded at the huge black man, who nodded and smiled back. The Master turned to Matt and simply said “Strip”.

Matt was aghast at what he was hearing, but his survival instinct told him he had to go along with this madness. He slowly pulled his vest over his head, then shucked off his shoes and jeans, before finally removing his boxers. For once, he was a little embarrassed to be naked in front of people, and he tried to conceal his genitals from the three men, well, two men and one slave, who were now watching him. Quickly, the Master pulled his hands behind his back and secured them there with metal cuffs. He ran his hands down Matt’s exposed body, fondling his heavy cock and balls, and reaching in between his arse cheeks to find the spot where no man had gone before. Matt tried to pull away, and raised his voice in protestation, but the Master pushed a gag into his mouth which he then fastened behind his head with a padlock. He then moved to Steve and, after releasing his balls from their anchor, lifted him onto his feet and pulled him out of the closet.
“We’ll be going then,” the Master said to the boss, “thanks for your help with this, and Steve will be back in work tomorrow.” He then pushed Steve and Matt to the side door of the office and suddenly all were in the alley next to the building. Matt was panicking at being in the open in such a state, but he didn’t have time to fully consider this as he was forced towards a van parked further down the street. The Master opened the back of the van and motioned for the boys to get inside. Steve scrambled up and Matt followed with some difficulty. It occurred to him that Steve had clearly got plenty of experience in this, as he took up a kneeling position against the wall of the van. The Master pushed Matt against the opposite wall and proceeded to buckle Steve’s ankles to restraining hooks in the floor near where he was kneeling. He then unlocked his arms from their position behind his head and locked his wrists to chains hanging shoulder width apart. Once done, he repeated the process with Matt, and he soon found himself completely naked and vulnerable, with no idea what would happen next.
The Master exited the van and slammed the doors closed. Matt could hear footsteps around the van and felt the motion of the Master getting into the driver’s seat. Soon the engine started and the van began to move. Matt looked at Steve for reassurance, but Steve’s eyes were focussed on the floor as he swayed in his restraints. Feeling more helpless than he had ever felt, Matt screamed into his gag, a futile attempt to convey his conflicting emotions.

Their journey continued for half an hour or more, and Matt’s arms were beginning to ache from their position when the van stopped and the engine was turned off. They could both hear the driver’s door open and close, and the sound of gravel under boots as the Master made his way to the rear doors. When he pulled them open, the bright sunshine dazzled both of the bound boys in the back. He released Steve from his restraints and told him to go inside and prepare the playroom. Then he turned to Matt and took his time releasing his wrists, before restraining them again behind his back. He removed the restraints on his ankles and pulled him up to a standing position.
Holding Matt’s head firmly, the Master looked directly into his eyes and said: “If you follow my orders, you will get through this without too much pain. If you try to fight me, I will break you.” He then pushed Matt towards the doors and out onto the gravelled drive of a large country house. Matt was again keenly aware of his nakedness and looked around him in panic, but there was only the big house to be seen, and only the sound of birdsong to be heard in any direction. He was roughly shoved towards the house and forced to walk across the gravel towards the open front door. Once inside, the Master pushed him up the stairs and directed him into a large, dark room at the rear of the property.

“We have a few things to do before you are ready,” the Master said to Matt. “I don’t like to waste time so we’ll get started straight away.” With this he removed the handcuffs from Matt’s wrists and pushed him towards the centre of the room where two chains hung from the ceiling. He wrapped leather restraints around Matt’s muscular wrists and attached these high above his head to the chains. Then he attached similar leather restraints to his ankles and pulled them apart to connect to the bottom of the chains. Matt was held firmly with little room to move as he watched the Master gather items from around the room. First, he washed his body with warm water, making sure to reach into his pits, down his chest and abdomen, around his cock and balls and up his arse. Then he took a can of shaving foam and applied a good amount to those same areas. Slowly, Matt watched as his manly pelt of body hair was stripped away; first his pits, then chest and treasure trail, his pubes and then he felt the razor grazing his butt cheeks and arse hole. The Master washed off the remains of the shaving foam and checked thoroughly each area that had been shaved to make sure he had removed every hair.

“You will now learn that nobody fucks with my property without permission,” the Master said, moving to the side of Matt and grabbing something just out of his sight. Matt gasped as he felt the sensation of cold steel encircling his waist. He looked down and was horrified to see a metal tube being pushed over his mighty member. This was connected to a plate which was drawn up to cover his bulbous ball sac. This whole thing was then connect to the metal waistband and fastened with a strong looking padlock set into the metal. “There is only one key to that belt, and I have it. You will never see or touch your cock again, and will only cum if I am completely satisfied that you deserve to. How do you feel now, stud?” The Master laughed as Matt screamed into his gag and struggled in his restraints. His once proud cock had been securely locked away by another man. How could this have happened to him?

As Matt sagged in his restraints, Steve came into the room and knelt by the side of his Master. In his hands was a similar chastity belt which his Master took from him. “I told you that you would only be free of this for as long as you can control yourself. As you clearly cannot do this, I will have to retain control of your cock. Stand up.”

Steve stood with his hands behind his head and watched passively as his Master placed the steel belt around his waist. As his cock was fed into the metal tube and the parts locked with a padlock, he glanced at Matt with a pitying look.
“Tell this slave how long you were locked for last time, boy.” The Master demanded of Steve.
“18 months, Sir,” Steve responded, “you allowed me one orgasm on my birthday Sir.”

Matt’s heart sank. 18 months? He could barely last 18 minutes without touching his cock. How would he last 18 months? At the hands of his new Master, he would find out.

Once again, this story is created from my own fantasies but the characters are all based on real people I know and see daily. I wish they could experience these things, but until then I will continue to jerk off thinking about them! Comments are welcome at bdboyuk@aol.com.