My Life as a Sex Slave

As I went inside his house it became obvious that Master was wealthy, very wealthy. I won't go into the boring details but his house was one of the most beautiful I've ever seen. Everything clean, brand new and top of the line. Would I clean this all? I imagined him fucking me on the high end furniture. I looked outside and saw a veranda overlooking a pool with a stunning mountain backdrop. From what I could see master had no neighbors. He could use me as he pleased and my screams of pain and pleasure wouldn't be heard by a single soul.

I was snapped out of my curious mind by a Master's voice, "knees now." I obediently dropped and I saw it for the first time. His glorious cock. He dropped his jeans to his ankles and in front of me stood a hardening member, rapidly growing past 6 inches. Thick and veiny. Surrounded by well groomed pubic hair and massive tesricles.

"This is our cock, slave." Master said. "When I cum, we cum, when I feel pleasure, we feel pleasure. You have no desire to feel your own pleasure anymore, you exist to please me. Now, show me what kind of cock sucker I own and let's cum together."

Now I feel obligated to pause the story here to say something that might be shocking. This moment was the first time I'd sucked a cock. The first time I'd preformed a sexual act on another man in my entire life. I'd been married to a woman and been curious for years, sexting and flirting online with guys but this was the first time I'd actually seen another man's dick in front of me. And I'd wondered when this moment finally came, would I be repulsed? Would I chicken out? Well fortunately for me, there was no chickening out. Like it or not I signed my life away to this man that I knew nothing about and would have to obey or be punished severely.

As I stared at his cock I realized my entire life of having bad sex with women and fantasizing men confirmed that I was in fact not straight and obsessed with my Master. Not that it matters, sexual orientation means nothing to a slave, I'm there to please whoever he tells me to whenever he tells me to, but what a glorious moment to "come out" after all these years, seeing this cock in front of me, I wanted nothing else in life than to make him... make us cum.

He brought his dick to my mouth and I opened. It filled my mouth and I was met with the intoxicating blend of musk, sweat, and precum. I licked and I sucked. I kissed and ran my tongue over his balls. I wanted to explore every inch on my king. All I wanted was him. With my hands still cuffed behind my back I did my best to please him. After a few minutes of my making love to his cock with my mouth he said with anger in his voice, "now it's time to learn the meaning of sex slave, bitch!" His hands wrapped around the back of my head and he trust his massive cock deep into my throat. I gagged and was surprised. I thought I was going to throw up but I remembered all the porn I've watched and loosed my jaw and throat muscles and took his length down my throat. He fucked my that he fucked me with anger and passion, again and again he slammed his cock down my throat. Tears streamed down my face, spit ran down my chin, I made loud, "gluck gluck" noises repeatedly. All the while my cock straining in its tiny metal cage.

After several minutes of my face being used there on his kitchen floor he pulled his cock out of my throat and shot a powerful stream of cum onto my face and into my mouth. Rope after rope of gooey cum accumulating on my face and on my tongue. When he finished he said quietly, "show me your tongue." I showed him his glorious cum on my mouth. He added a massive wad of saliva from his own mouth to my tongue then said, "swallow."

Panting and falling back, being used so fast, so violently and passionately he just stood over me and smiled while he zipped up his pants. "Did you enjoy our orgasm?" He said. "Oh my god Master, that was amazing" I replied. "Well there's much more where that came from." He said as he brought me to my feet. "We'll begin your training, body modification, rules and expectations tomorrow. But first, just know you are never to wear clothing in this home, and always do as your told." I didn't have any access to clothes anyway so I assumed this was the case but I simply nodded and said, "yes Master."

He then went to a drawer in the kitchen and brought back a collar. Black leather with a stout loop in the middle. On the side it had a black box which I learned would be for shocking me when I displeased him. It had a small engraved plate on the other side with the stamped numbers 382. He brought it to my neck and secured it tightly. Then in the back he locked it with a small padlock.

"This never comes off, this is your only possession. It is your only identification, and it is your constant reminder that you are my slave."

My eyes wide and full of adoration I whispered, "thank you my glorious king. Thank you for owning me, thank you for taking my freedom and setting me free."

"I hope you will be a good slave," he said and before I could plead with him that I would, a leash was attached and I was lead behind him, shackles clanging and echoing in the silent house.

He led me to an ordinary door at the end of a hallway. When he opened it, there was a study, cold steel door behind it. He held a key card to a keypad and it flashed green and the thick steel door swung open with a creek. "Welcome to the slave quarters," he said. It became apparent, that I was not the first or only slave Master owned. He was experienced in slavery and had invested much money into it. I felt small and insignificant as my new world, my new home came into view.

The grandeur of his mansion was replaced with what looked like a cross between a hospital and a prison. There was a long hallway with doors on either side of it. Bright fluorescent lights above and cold white tile below. Clean and efficient, like Masters expectations of his slaves.

He lead me by leash about halfway down the hall to another steel door, and again opened it with his keycard. What I saw behind it was something that I never anticipated I'd see in agreeing to be his slave.

As I was lead into the room I saw 3 other male slaves.

"426, 672, on your feet to greet your slave brother, this is 382."

"Welcome 382." They responded with little enthusiasm.

They were both small, shorter than me but equally as thin and lean. It was clear Master had a type and I fit. 426 was of Philippine descent. About 5'7" and had the same tiny nub chastity cage I wore. He had the same collar I wore but I noticed above his cock he had a tattoo of a barcode and a notice that said "if lost scan code to contact owner" 672 had the same thing. He was a bit taller than me and white as well. Where I was pale his body was sun kissed. Perhaps from spending time nude in the Vegas sun. They did not seem pleased to see me. Not angry, but disheartened looking. And I realized why, they now had another slave to share their beautiful king with, another toy to compete with for his attention.

"Ah don't look so glum!" Master laughed. "I'm sure you all will get along just fine!"

"Yes Master," we all replied quietly.

It never occurred to me that I wouldn't be his only slave. I thought I'd be the sole object of his affection and use. It makes sense though, men like him can and deserve to have as many slaves as they want. And although in that moment I was sad, hurt even that I wasn't the only one, looking back, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love my slave brothers with a deep love that I've never felt in my life. It's not like the love I feel for Master, whom is my reason to exist on this planet. The love I feel for them is of intense brotherhood, companionship and camaraderie. We've been through hell together, seen each other do the most horrific and degrading sexual tasks on each other and others and love each other with a passion that makes me emotional just thinking of it. Our bond began to form that evening.

"I'll be back in a moment slaves, you fags get to know each other." And with that Master left the room, or cell would be a better word for it.

I now had a chance to look around the room. I saw one king bed which was surprising. I expected prison cots or bunks. It was a king mattress on a box spring in the back middle of the room. It had 3 pillows, white sheets and a scratchy looking gray wool comforter. It was clear that we'd all share a single bed which at the time felt odd. The room was like the hallway. Clean white walls, bright fluorescent lights, white tile floor. One would describe it as sterile or cold, but it would become my favorite place on earth. My sanctuary with my slave brothers. In one corner was a silver toilet and sink combo with their toothbrushes, very prison like. Next to it was a shower spigot with a drain below it and a single bar of soap in a dish. Absolutely 0 privacy. That was all that was in the room. For the living quarters of humans it lacked any comfortable amenities but as I became less of a man and more of a slave, I couldn't imagine a more perfect place to live.

The three of us stood awkwardly for a moment as 672 showed me our modest abode while 426 sobbed quietly with his head down. He wanted his master. His god. He knew his life would change with me added to the mix.

A slot in the door opened and master slid in a tray of food. 672 walked over to get it. The tray contained 3 bowls of food. Unseasoned grilled chicken and vegetables. Master kept his slaves on the paleo diet. Full of protein and veggies, although bland it keeps us lean and healthy. There was also 3 cups of water and 3 small pill containers.

672 said master expects it all to be eaten in 15 minutes and the pills to be taken.

"What are the pills?" I asked,

"It's a drug cocktail he pays a lot for. We'll all be feeling incredible in a few minutes."

We agreed we'd all call each other by our first number.

We all sat silently and ate. We had so much on our minds but we didn't say anything. There was a camera in the corner of the room and I could tell 4 and 6 had been "broken of personal opinion"

But all that changed 20 minutes after we took the pills.

I began to feel slightly dizzy, and euphoric. I was so unbelievably happy. I felt light and peaceful. Then came I became incredibly horny. I think there was some Viagra in the drug mix because my cock was attempting to get hard in its cage. 4 and 6 began feeling the same way too and we looked at each other with desire like a predator looks at their prey. They were both so sexy, so smooth, so desirable.

Master's voice came over an intercom and said, "you boys do some bonding for the next 48 hours, I'll see you fags in a couple days. Remember, I'm always watching!"

With that 6 walked over to me. His tall tanned body looked like a twink price. He gently placed his hand on my cheek and got close to my face. "Let's get you cleaned up"

He took my hand and led me to the shower. He turned it on and we both stepped in. Under the hot stream of water he kissed me deeply our tongues making out with each other. I was in a trance. I kept kissing him and kissing him. As we made out I felt 4 begin to kiss my neck and shoulders. Then he pulled me off of 6 and began kissing me too. Before I knew it all 3 slave tongues were mingled together in a drug induced sexual ecstasy. 4 grabbed the soap and lathered us all down. Our slave cocks were locked so we turned our attention to our assholes. 6 pushed me up against the wall with my face and chest against it. He then lifted my leg and held it as 4 began to lick my asshole. Probing, kissing and licking. He rimmed me like it was the most important thing he's ever done.

After several minutes 6 said, "let's show our new brother how a slave eats ass," we hastily toweled off using our one shared towel and desperately lunged for the bed. I laid flat on my back while 6 sat directly on my face. His caged cock and balls resting on my chest. His ass was completely hairless and tasted delicious. I ate his cute hole like 4 ate mine. Licked his taint and sucked and licked his balls. He then got up and got into doggy position. I then spat on my middle finger and inserted it into his hole. He moaned a primal moan. 4 climbed behind me and began to finger me as well.

"Let's stretch this little asshole so it's ready for all the cocks you're about to take." 6 said. He meticulously fucked me with his hand. Slowly inserting more and more. Going deeper and deeper. Expertly rubbing my prostate while I'll fingered 4. Before I knew it I was dripping precum from my cage to the bed. 6 quickly swung around and licked it all, his tongue probing the openings in my metal cage.

We fucked each other for hours on end. We kissed and explored each other's bodies relentlessly. We licked each other's feet and toes. We bit necks, we drank each other's piss. Everything we could do we did. We were obsessed with each other. It was the most intense sexual experience I had ever encountered at the time, little did it know this would be a regular occurrence called "slave night" by master. Most of the time we were watched by several of his friends while we passionately made love to each other.

When we were so exhausted from fucking we slumped onto our bed, wet with cum and sweat and entwined our bodies so it would be hard to tell where one ended and and other began. We slept for several hours that way until someone woke up and started kissing and rubbing someone. Then the whole process of a marathon slave fuck session would begin again until we passed out.

We fell in love those two days. We were one. We tasted each other and silently made a pact that together we would encourage each brother to be the best possible slave. In the coming months we'd witness each slave brother do more degrading things than we ever thought possible but we were of one mind, one body and one spirit. United to serve our king until the day we died.

Our 48 hour love fest came to an end when master abruptly came in. I was massaging and licking 4's feet while 6's tongue was buried in my ass.

"Alright you nasty fags. Time to break your new slave brother." Master said as he walked toward me with a leash.

Just a few short days ago I was alone and depressed and "free" now I owned no clothing and no possessions but had a majestic Master who owned me and 2 sexy slave brothers who I was obsessed with. My heart had never felt such meaning, love and connection as it did in this moment.

To be continued...