Hey, sorry for such a delay in my posting, but don't worry, I've got a ton of stories to post, including updates to those I've already posted. Here's a quick story I actually wrote a long time ago but forgot about. Hope you enjoy. All characters are 18 or older and this story along with all my work is protected under copyright.
I knew this day would come, but it's still hard to believe. I've aged out of the foster care system as I just turned 18. Happy Birthday to me... Now I'm homeless. With no job, no money, and the only things I have to my name are clothes, a prepaid cheap smartphone with only a month left of service, and a duffle bag. What the hell am I going to do?
I posted about it on my social media accounts, but no one cares. As I search the internet for something, anything, I get a message from one of the social apps I used for gaming.
"I read about your situation and I can offer you a solution," Masterdom says.
I click his profile, and a brute of a man greets me. He's ripped like a bodybuilder. I pull up a shirtless pick and he's got several tattoos up his arms and one across his rock-hard abs. He's got a rough 5 o'clock shadow with short, dark brown hair. A lot of his pictures are of him with other men. There are a few pictures with several cute girls, but mostly other guys. Some with a few guys and a girl. He showed a snap of a room that looked like a dungeon. What the hell could this guy possibly want?
"What's that?" I reply.
"I'm looking for a new submissive slave. I'll give you a place to sleep, 3 meals a day, and pretty much anything you want. But you'll be mine as long as you stay here and service me sexually, doing anything I want."
Wow... Should've figured. I'll pass. Although, I should hear him out. It's not like I have any other options. "And what would I have to do as your slave?"
"You'd be servicing my cock of course. Sometimes you'd be tied up, sometimes not. You'd always have a collar on to mark that you're mine. And of course, I'd decide what else you'd wear. I can promise you, I'm not into pain or anything. Just need a good cocksucker who can take a few dicks. Of course, after I'll train you properly, I might let my friends get a turn."
I shiver goes down my spine as I imagine a life like that. "Umm. Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not gay."
I continue to search, online but he messages me back.
"Suit yourself. When you change your mind. Here's my address." He sends me an address to his place. Yeah, not likely.
I spend hours at the library, searching for someplace to stay. Anything. But I come up short. This can't be happening. How is it the only offer I got is from a gay guy trying to turn me into his fuck toy?
As the library goes to close. I find myself in a desperate situation. I've got nothing. No place to go, no home to sleep in. Nothing.
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I can't believe I'm doing this, but what other options do I have? God... I'm so nervous. My heart is beating so fast, I feel as if it's having palpitations as I find myself walking up to a rather large apartment building. I slip inside as someone walks out. As I walk up to his apartment, my mind runs wild with all the gay things he'd do to me. I've never even touched another man's cock let alone sucked one. I'm not even going to think about taking one up my ass.
I can't do this, I turn around and go to walk out. But where else can I go? I have no other place...
Fuck! Life is not fair. Shit, what should I do? Find an underpass to sleep under? I can't do that. I don't think I can suck a cock either. Shit... Shit, shit... Shit!
God. There's really no other choice, is there? I find myself turned around and in the elevator, heading up. My hands are sweating profusely. As I reach his floor, I mindlessly walk to his door. Moment of truth. If I knock on his door, there's probably no turning back.
Spend the foreseeable future sucking this guy's cock or sleep under an underpass with a bunch of crackheads? I'll probably end up being forced to suck cock there too. There's no good outcome here.
My knuckles bang against the door. It feels like forever, standing there waiting for him to answer. I can feel my stomach tie itself into knots. The sound of the locks coming undone makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up and sends goosebumps all along my skin.
Suddenly, I'm greeted by the hulk of a man in nothing but a towel. A devious smirk on his face. "Can't say I'm surprised."