Never disobey your Master Part 2

Author: slavesuit
Title: Never disobey your Master: Part 2
Date: 24 March 2019

In my poppered haze I could tell that he said something to me but what he said did not register at all. After all, I was horny. I desperately wanted to cum. That’s all I was thinking about…well that and the rubber gear that hugged my stocky frame quite well.

As I laid there, the Master began to open the bag he had dropped onto the floor next to me. He reached into the bag and pulled out a leather muzzle with attached gag. As I continued to gaze towards the ceiling, the Master forced the gag into my mouth and strapped the muzzle onto my rubbered head. I was effectively prevented from talking or objecting to my predicament.

The Master then sat down in nearby chair and stared at me. Over the next couple of minutes the poppers began to wear off and I slowly began shift around in my bondage more. I realized that my hands were cuffed and I began to struggle. That’s when I heard the Master speak.

“Boy. Now that you are more aware of what is happening pay careful attention to what I am about to tell you.”

By this time I had managed to roll onto my side and focus my attention on the man that did not sound pleased.

“You were given a very specific order. It is clear to me that you cannot follow simple directions. Normally I would not give you a second thought…considering your insubordination and all. But since you have done most of the work to get yourself into a slave’s uniform…I cannot pass up this opportunity to turn you into what you appear to be…a rubber slave.”

My eyes grew wide. What did he mean, a rubber slave. I just wanted to find a man to enjoy some hot bondage play with. He had to be joking. I tried to begin my protests…but the muzzle and gag he placed onto me prevented any attempted words to come out.

The Master continued, “I think I hear you attempting to speak without permission. You will quickly realize that this is no way to please your Master. Rubber slaves are kept just as you are 24/7. They do not speak. They know that their place is to serve a Master however he sees fit. You are about to realize what that means.”

At this point he gets up and rolls me over…he grabs me by the shoulders and tells me to stand. I am too confused and horny to attempt to fight back. Not that I could with the three pairs of leg irons around my ankles effectively keeping me grounded and the handcuffs behind my back. When the Master put them on he also did so a bit tight.

The Master pushes me onto the bed keeping my feet onto the floor and ass pointed somewhat towards him. He grabs a hold of the zipper that covers my hole and unzips it. At this point I attempt to wiggle free but the Master grabs a hold of the handcuffs and steps on the chains between my ankles.

“Boy. You got yourself into this situation. You asked for me to come to into your home. You willingly placed yourself into the bondage that has effectively given up any control of your life that you once had. I am now taking control of your life and making you my slave. This is happening. But to prove to you that I’m not completely an unkind Master, I will make this easier for you.”

These words have helped eased my mind temporarily. What did he mean, “..make this easier for you.” By now the Master had grabbed the bottle of poppers next to my bed and he uncaps the bottle and holds it near my nostrils. “This is your one chance boy….take as much of this as you want.”

I then take a number of deep inhalations and I am sent back to the happy place I was just in a short time ago. The rush of a gentle heat rushed through my body and I now found myself craving what was about to happen. I shifted my body so my ass was even more open for him.

The Master just laughed as he set the bottle of poppers back onto the dresser. “Just as I thought” he says. “You are a rubber slave. and always will be.”

It was then I felt him grab ahold of the plug that had been rubbing against my prostate….and he pulled it out.