I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don't judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when reading the story. I hope you find it as stimulating reading as I did writing it.
In response to some comments on Ch01, it isn't really about who the master is but rather how Daniel's life can be controlled by someone that he may never see.
CHAPTER 3 -- Daniel becomes a spit roast.
It's been nearly a week since he dropped me off and I spent the whole night that evening watching the video he gave me on my first day. I had to be sure. My cock would swell and cause me incredible pain from the chastity device but I suffered it. I went to bed that night fully accepting my homosexuality and my love for Sir. I now feel I have a purpose in this life and that's to please my master.
I haven't heard from my master since then and I'm going out of my mind, I think my balls are turning blue. I've sort of gotten used to the butt plug, it's very erotic and I get such a turn on wearing it at college, it's just that the device hurts like fuck when I get aroused.
I'm heading for the last class of the day when my phone buzzes. I see that it's master and he want's to see me. At last! My heart skips and I get excited. I also need relief big time, from the device and my balls.
The bell rings and I head outside towards the gates. Suddenly I'm grabbed and pulled to one side. It's Shane and Joe, I had managed to evade them all week but it seems they have managed to catch up with me.
"Come with us you little faggot," Shane says pulling hard on my arm.
"Let me go!" I protest. I have to get to sir.
"Not until we have our fun," Joe says, sniggering.
They take me through a side entrance to the college, down two flights of stairs until we are in the basement among the heating boilers.
"We've found this great little spot, It's really quiet down here and no one hardly comes by," Shane says.
Shane grabs both my arms from behind, I try to break free but he's too strong for me. Joe fumbles with my trousers and he soon has both my trousers and boxers around my ankles.
"What the fuck?" Joe shouts, "What the hell is this?"
"What's wrong?" Shane asks looking over my shoulder.
Joe lifts it up to examine it then tries to pull it off.
"ARRRRGHHH! Don't, It won't come of!" I scream.
"He's got a lock on his cock," Joe says.
Shane keeps a grip on my arm as he comes round to see.
"Dude that's fucked up!" he says, "did you put this on to stop us?"
I try to tell them what happened but they just interrupt me.
"Where's the key man?" Shane asks rummaging through my pockets and bag.
"I don't have it," I try to explain.
"You little fuck!" Shane says and swipes me across the face with his fist. It brings tears to my eyes.
"Damn, I so wanted to see him shoot again," Joe says.
"Me too but that's not all we wanted from him," Shane says smiling.
"Very true, he's got one sweet ass" Joe replies, also smiling.
I'm worried now, the butt plug! Do they want to fuck me? No! I only ever want Sir inside me. I struggle but they pull me over to an old desk in the corner of the room and push me over it, I'm crying now. Joe lifts up my shirt.
"What the?" he says.
"What's that?" Shane asks.
I don't answer.
"Pull it out man," Shane says to Joe.
Joe tugs on the butt plug but there is no way I'm going to let them near my ass. I clench my ass with all the strength I can muster Joe pulls hard but the grip in my ass is strong.
"It's jammed in, it won't come out," he explains.
"Aw, fuck! I so wanted to screw that sweet ass," Shane says.
"There's still his mouth," Joe says.
They grab me back up and force me to my knees. I have a choice here, either I resist to which they will probably still get their way and will delay things or I give them the best blow job I can, get them off quick so I can get to my Master. I decide on the latter. Both the boys have dropped their pants and briefs and are standing there holding their semi boners in front of my face. I'm still sobbing but I don't wait, I immediately devour Joe's six inch cock, he lets out a surprised gasp. I put all that I had learned from Master to use opening my throat to his cock and using my tongue to massage the shaft. He's not as big as Master and as a result much easier to work. I grab Shane's cock with my other had and wank him off.
"Fuck man, this is awesome!" I hear Joe say, "he can really suck cock."
"Really?" I hear Shane ask.
I pull of Joe's cock and suck in Shane's five inch tool. My other hand wraps around Joe's cock and wanks him.
"Oh sweet jesus!" Shane shouts, "I'm going to cum."
What already? I only just started.
"What already?" Joe asks, obviously thinking the same as me.
Shane is on the edge of an orgasm as my sucking pulls him over. He blasts his cum into my mouth and I swallow it all. His knees buckle and he grabs the edge of the desk to steady himself.
"Fuck man did you just cum in his mouth?" Joe asks.
Shane grunts a yes and I pull off and go straight back onto Joe my nose burying into his pubes. He starts to pant loudly.
"Urgh fuck! I'm cumming!" he announces.
His knees buckle and he has to put his hands on my head to catch his balance as his cock explodes down my gullet. I continue sucking as his body convulses. He pulls out and stands back panting looking at me. I'm panting too and also aware the excruciating pain in my crotch where my cock is trying to break free. They pull up and fasten their trousers and without warning Shane kicks me hard in the stomach.
"Fucking cocksucking faggot!" he shouts. "c'mon let's get out of here."
They run up the stairs and leave me lying on my side cradling my belly. The pain is fierce, I scream in agony, the tears streaming down my face. I lie there for ages nursing my stomach, my screams slowly getting quieter. After a while I manage to get up and redress. I hobble up the stairs and back out into the grounds. I'm sobbing uncontrollably but I have to get to the van. I get to the gate and see it's still there, I feel relieved. I climb in and into the back and put on the blindfold still holding my stomach. I'm not there long when I hear the drivers door open.
"You're late" Sir says sternly.
"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry S-S-Sir, I-I t-tried to g-g-get aw-w-way b-b-b-ut I c-c-couldn't," I sob.
"Are you crying?"
I just sob more.
"What happened?" his voice sounding concerned.
I explained what had happened in-between my sobs.
"I'm sorry Sir, I-I-I've l-l-let you d-d-down,"
"No you haven't, it wasn't your fault," he reassures me.
"But I enjoyed sucking their cocks."
"I'm not going to punish you for something you are natural at just because you enjoy it. That would be like punishing a dog for wagging his tail," he adds.
"Th-th-thank you Sir."