The Red Truns -

All day I was only able to think about the things he said to me that morning. I was saying them, like a mantra.

"After work, you come directly home. You clean yourself up properly, and then you put on a simple white jockstrap. After that, you dress up as normal. Don't forget to put on your smart watch. And then you sit on the couch and wait. No TV, no games, nothing. You think about one thing only: serving me. Then, I will send you a text with an address. You will instantly put on your jacket and shoes, and go there. You enter that apartment and instantly delete that message. From your phone and from your mind. Then you take off ALL of your clothes, except the smart watch. And of course the cage. And finally, you wait for instructions. Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Since you gave up your rights to any safe word and to make decisions about your sexual life, you are obliged to do as I say. Of course, legally I can't do that. But I want you to know that if at any point you decide to not follow instructions tonight, I will NOT break up with you, or be angry, or disappointed. I love you and I will love you. In case you decide to not behave as expected of you, that will mean that you are not okay with how things are currently between us, and we will evaluate our relationship and contract to make it work and to suit us more. Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good boy. I hope you will trust me and do as I say."

I was scared, but determined. I realised it's not about disappointing him anymore, it was about making him proud. I started believing in him and more importantly: in myself. I needed to do this for the both of us.

So I did as he said, and at 7 PM sharp, I got a text message from him with an address. A minute later, with a slowly increasing pulse, I was locking our door, and 20 minutes later, standing in front of the building, I got another message, this time from an unknown number: "6th floor, 1st door on the left. Come in without knocking, lock the door."

I deleted the message with the address, and entered a building and finally the dark coloured door. I opened it and stepped in and locked it after myself. Then I did as Master Wyatt told me: took off all my clothes and waited. My heart was racing.

"Second door on the left." A new message arrived with the buzz on my watch. The apartment was huge, similarly to ours. I went in. It was a bedroom, from the looks of it, a regular one. A giant and extra comfortable bed, two nightstands, a wardrobe. A window with an amazing view.

"On the bed, on all four." I did as I was told. But I will be honest, I got very scared. I was in a stranger's place, probably waiting for a stranger to fuck me.

"Lube yourself up properly." I realised there was a huge bottle of silicone lube next to the bed. With a shaking hand I did as I was told.

"Remove the watch and throw it far away." Said the last message. And I knew there was no turning back now. My eyes got a bit watery, but I removed my watch and threw it aside. I felt tiny. But not as much as when the guy, probably the owner of the apartment, walked in. He was MASSIVE. I couldn't really see his face: he was wearing a black baseball hat and red bandana around his face. His eyes glowed up for a second from between the two and it radiated power. He was naked. And he was buffed. His arm was thicker than my head, he had to be taller than me by almost half a meter. His skin was darker, and his penis - even though it was soft - supported the tales. His penis was huge and thick.

When he said in a deep, almost a bit distorted voice: "You'll need to open a bit wider faggot.", I realised that my mouth fell open. He walked to me, his dick becoming bigger and bigger and without saying anything else, he put it in my mouth. Its final size was so big that I thought it's impossible to have a huge dick like this. It was basically only the head that fit in my small mouth, yet he was forcing it further and further, to a point where I literally felt my throat expanding. I was gagging, coughing, and crying. I tried to sign him that I was suffering, but he was holding me without any resistance basically, as I was weak and he was strong. But he only laughed.

"Crying already? Oh silly, I am just getting started."

The word "silly..." hit me. Master Wyatt calls me silly. And this switched something in me. Hadn't I always fantasized about this? Hadn't I jerked off every time to this exact scene before Master Wyatt? And there, I finally accepted what I am: a sub guy, a slave, born to serve Men. Owned by Master Wyatt, serving his needs. And I knew that's what I was doing right there. I didn't understand why he wants this but it was not my job to care. I accepted that this giant will not be that gentle with me: he is going to rape my mouth, my ass. And then I realised: it's not rape. I gave consent. I wanted this. And now I got it.

And soon, the giant stopped forcing himself into my mouth. He climbed on the bed, behind me, poured some lube on my ass and his dick. With his huge hand, he pushed my head into the expensive sheets, and with the other he aimed his dick to my hole. I took a deep breath (at least as much as I could) and he pushed himself into me. And I felt as my hole was being stretched to an impossible size, I screamed into the sheets, crying, wimping.

When I felt his balls and pubic hair touching my skin, I was penetrated so deeply that I literally felt like my bowels were being rearranged. I was in so much pain, and once he started moving, not slowly, but almost up at full speed, I was on the edge of blacking out.

I have no idea how long was he fucking me. I couldn't resist, I couldn't think, he put all of his weight on me, holding me down and just penetrating me relentlessly. As I was whimpering, he was laughing, groaning, calling me faggot, slut, cumdump. The only thing I was able to think, beside the pain, was that it's true. I was smart, successful, kind, but something was always missing, there was a tiny empty space inside me, and now it got filled. Metaphorically, and very soon, physically. I understood that being owned was not enough. There was 1 more percent missing from complete fulfillment. My ultimate destiny, to become a sexual tool for Men to use, to be a hole to get off, to fill with cum. Even though I don't feel like this all the time, at that moment, everything else was secondary.

And when finally, after 2 minutes or 20, who knows, the giant bred my hole, I knew I was at the right place. Don't get me wrong, I was still crying, I was in pain, and I didn't like what happened. The giant abused my body and my soul. But it felt right. I had a purpose, I was useful.

Deeply, I hoped for what was about to happen.

He took his dick out and lay on his back on the bed.

"Get to fuck out." he ordered me. He took his phone and started scrolling. I was barely able to move, but he didn't care, like I wasn't there anymore. I fell on my knees when I tried to stand up, but still nothing. I picked up my watch and realised that I was leaking through my cage. Finally after a minute I managed to leave the room. I heard his voice: "Close the door." And I did that.

It took me 5 minutes to dress up, and I washed my face with some wet wipes I always have on me. I left the apartment, and started slowly walking towards the elevator. A few seconds later I heard the door locking behind me.

When I stepped outside of the building, I realised I recognized the car in front of me. And that's when I heard his voice: "Good boy."

We sat in our car for 20 minutes, while I was crying, Master Wyatt was hugging me firmly, caressing my hair and telling me how proud he is and how good of a boy I am.

When I calmed down I told him everything, especially my revelations about myself. And he told me that he knew the guy from before, they met at some BDSM gatherings before and became, if not friends, but something more than just two Doms. Master Wyatt was watching from the other room, through a secret cam. He told the guy that he shouldn't take it easy on me. The goal was to break me in. They succeeded, and I thanked him for that.

Later, when we were laying in bed - since I was allowed to sleep next to him again, he said:

"Grab your Sub Diary, boy."

The Sub Diary, or as some people call it the Faggot Diary, was my diary dedicated to my life as a submissive. Or actually it was a series of books, as at that point I was writing my 3rd installment. I started writing this on his advice, after it became obvious to both of us that this is going to be a longterm D/s relationship. In these diaries I had written about my fantasies, desires, goals, about our relationship, my experiences, etc. I was using bullet journalism to set new goals, and to track previous ones.

"There You go, Sir."

"No! I told you I will never touch your diaries. They are yours and yours only. Nobody has the right to read it."

"Yes, Sir, You are right."

"Open it, and start a new page. Write "Number of Men who bred my hole" on the top. Good, and now draw one line for each man who bred your pink little hole."

I drew 3 vertical lines.

"Good boy. And now write 3 different numbers as goals, each one is bigger than the previous."

I write 5, 15, and 30.

"Oh wow. Ambitious. I wasn't expecting 30. But okay. For each of these milestones, you will get a reward. What do you say boy?"

"Thank You, Sir!"

I was having serious trouble doing my chores, my job, or anything else basically, I was so horny. The experience with my Master's dominant friend changed everything in me, like a door opened up. A very big door. And behind that door there were an infinite number of cocks to serve, to suck, to welcome in my body. And what made this okay, is that Master Wyatt was standing behind me all the time, keeping me safe.

I felt like one of the biggest blocks had been lifted, shattered to pieces inside me. And the next time I read the word "faggot", I realised I wasn't offended anymore. I was a faggot. I accepted and more importantly embraced the fact. I wanted to be fucked and bred by Men. I wanted my Master to whore me out whenever HE wanted, whenever HE felt it right. I completely let go of the need to make decisions about my sexual life. Finally, I was completely free from this constant burden. Me, letting somebody else make decisions about who gets to use me as a sexual slave was the thing I had always secretly dreamed of.

After a week of suffering from serious horniness, I decided to tell Master Wyatt about it.

"HAHAHAHAHA, you little faggot." I told him that he can call me that from now on. "I mean I am not happy that you are not doing a satisfying job regarding your chores, or at work. But I understand." And then he looked me in the eye for a very long time.

"Alright, boy. I think it's time." I looked at him questioningly. "Bring me the key box. And a condom, a shitty one." I was shocked. "Come on, this is not that complex."

I did as he asked. First I grabbed the key box from the bathroom. This tiny little box was holding the key to my chastity cage, locked with a remote controlled application on Master Wyatt's phone. Then I went to our bedroom, and opened our erotic cabinet, holding all the toys and tools we had. In one of the smaller drawers, we stored some condoms. As we had been monogamous until very recently, we only used these for some extreme kinky cum play, but for safety we had high quality, and some very cheap ones. I grabbed a cheap one.

"It's been a while since you jerked off. When exactly?" He asked, once I was kneeling in front of him again.

"Almost a year ago, Sir. On my last birthday."

"And before that?"

"The birthday before that, Sir."

"Good boy. You have shown incredible, unbelievable dedication towards me. Not just recently, but ever since we have started seeing each other. I am impressed by you, more and more, every day. You have been fucked and abused with probably the biggest dick of your sub life. And yet, you want more. So I think it's time to put you under the ultimate test of your submission. What do you think, boy?"

"If You feel like it, I am ready, Sir."

"Good boy. But first, let's clear some rules, as our dynamic is going through some changes. We have been through this, but to make sure it sticks: you are - from now on - required and obliged to service any men I tell you to, in any way they want you to, just as you would serve me."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good boy. Your only purpose is to serve these men. And remember, you gave up every decision over your sexual life, and every right for a safe-word. Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, Sir, I understand."

"Good boy. Now, this of course means, that several men will breed faggot hole, your whore mouth. They might give you facials, who knows. They will use you however they want, and you will do as you are told and you will accept whatever happens to you. Because that is your only purpose. In exchange, I promise you that I will only let men, who are superior to you in some way, to use you."

"Thank You, Sir!"

"You have to accept that whenever I ask you to suck somebody off or let somebody else to fuck you, it's only because I want it. Either it gives me pleasure, or I get something in exchange from them. The only thing you should care about is to serve that man with your full attention, with all of your capabilities, just as you would serve me. No matter if all you see is only a dick, or a naked or clothed man."

"Yes, Sir!"

"But I want you to know, and always remember one thing: I, your Master, am always superior to these men. No matter the circumstances. And to make sure this sticks, I am going to set up some rules. There will be times, when after another man has finished using you, I will use you too. But there will be times when I won't. So from now on, remember these rules, because not following them, will not just be highly disrespectful, but will lead to serious punishments."

"I understand, Sir, and I will follow the rules."

"Whenever your mouth just got bred by another man than me, you are required to swallow, but also to wash your mouth after the sexual act. The same applies to your ass, if a man breeds you, once you are done, you go and clean out yourself. Of course the same applies to a facial. Do you understand, boy? You are not allowed to have other men's cum lingering inside you for long."

"I understand, Sir." I looked at him questioningly, though.

"EXCEPT... if I breed your holes last. My cum overrides all this. Just as before, you are prohibited to wash away my cum. Well, at least until it's time for your next cleaning routine."

"Yes, Sir!"

"So let's say, 5 men breed your ass, 3 breed your mouth. And then I cum in your ass once all of them are gone, what do you do?"

"I wash out my mouth, but not my boy-hole, Sir."

"Good boy. After 6 loads, you probably will need a plug too. So what do you do, after I fucked a load in your ass, then another man breeds you, and finally you get a facial from him and then me?"

"I clean out my boy-hole, but I am not allowed to wash my face, Sir."

"Good boy. Be sure to always follow these rules. I promise you, there will be times when it's going to be hard to follow. But I promise you, and I sincerely hope, you will always know when I donate my cum to you."

Quickly, all these images ran through my head about all different kinds of men using my holes, filling me with their cum.

"I hope this was not that surprising to you though. And this is not even the main topic I wanted to talk about. So we both know how important it is for the both of us to keep you in chastity. It was a very good way of keeping your horniness at a high level, making sure you focus on MY dick, MY pleasure. Faggot boys like you should only use their holes as sexual organs. But the problem with this, is that we need you horny so that you can serve me, or other men. This means that your servitude, your submission to superior men, to ME, is conditional. That is of course acceptable for a while, but we have been together for long enough now to make that condition go away."

"Sir?"

"For the next week, we are going to test if you really are as submissive as we both think. If it is really your true nature, or just your tiny dick makes you say and think like that. I am going to remove your cage soon, and in the next 7 days, you are required to jerk off at least once, but preferably twice per day. This way, we get your horniness out of the way, and when I decide to use you, and trust me, I WILL use you, we will see how obedient and devoted you are going to be."

I was shocked.

"I can see you are surprised, but trust me, this is for your own and our good. Of course some smaller rules apply. You are still forbidden to touch your tiny dick whenever you are serving me, in any way. And whenever you do masturbate, you are required to wear a cheap condom on your dick, as your boy-cum should not be spread around the world. And just as importantly, you can only use one of your hands, or more like your fingers. You are prohibited to imitate any fucking motions with your hips, only allowed to move your hand. And of course if I decide to fuck you half-way, you must stop immediately. If I decide to use you right after you cum, you have no choice but to obey. Is it all clear?"

"Yes, Sir. But... What if I won't be able to please You as You would need me to?"

"Well, in that case you failed the test, and we are going to go back to chastity for a while. And we will try again a few months later. But I see very little chance for that to happen. This might of course mean that you'll get an erection when somebody uses you. That is perfectly fine, as long as you resist the urge to touch yourself. I hope you see how disrespectful that would be."

"Yes, Sir, I understand."

"Good boy. And don't get me wrong, chastity will play a very important role in the future too. Probably most of the times, when somebody else uses you, you will be required to wear a chastity cage. Just for the sake of it. There will be times, longer periods when you will wear it. But we have to be sure that you really are as submissive as you should be, and that you are willing to serve regardless of your horniness."

"Okay, Sir."

"You can have two questions, boy."

"Oh.. Well... Are You going to be disappointed if I don't manage to satisfy Your needs?"

"No, boy, not at all. You have exceeded all of my expectations by lightyears. You are one of the best slaves out in the world, I am quite certain of that. I should be the careful one, one day you might decide you don't want to belong to me, as your hunger for dick grows so big that you need to be filled all the time."

I was flattered.

"The second question?"

"Sir... Aren't You afraid that I might enjoy it too much?"

"Good question, boy. Let me ask you this. What do you feel, now, that you know you are going to masturbate very soon? Be honest."

"I am scared. I don't want to lose interest in serving You. And I think... I feel a bit of... shame? That I will have a proper orgasm. Doing it to myself. It's... disrespectful."

"Exactly. After 3 years of slowly rewiring your sub brain, you finally associated touching your clit with shame. You KNOW deep inside, that your main and ONLY sexual organs are your holes. And now that I am instructing you to touch yourself, it contradicts inside you. And this is where you need to take the next step. What I expect to happen is that when you touch yourself, you won't do it to seek pleasure, but to be fully able to focus on MY pleasure. That you want to cum so the temptation is finally out of the way, and your senses are not enhanced by your horniness anymore, and only pure submission remains. Fortunately you never lasted long, not as a real Man. So my hope is that eventually when I tell you that I am going to use you, you stroke a few on your clit and cum in less than a minute, ready to be used and to serve properly."