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First crack at writing, hope you enjoy!

Sir - 55 6'5" 200 lbs 10" cut cock

Me (boy) - 24 5'6 135 lbs 7" cut cock

Chapter 1

It started out like all my other meet ups with Sir.  He would summon me to his house and of course I would get there as quickly as possible.  Sir would always great me at the door, and then once inside I'd strip for him down to a jock and he'd walk me into his bedroom.  He had a four post queen bed so he could tie me down in a multitude of different positions, whatever he was feeling was best for me to serve him in.  Sir would always have some type of gear for me; wrist and ankle cuffs were standard, either a ball gag or mouth cage depending on his mood, a leather collar, and sometimes a blindfold.  I had been Sir's boy for about a month, and he'd summoned me about 10 times so far.  He introduced me to my sub side, that bareback was the only way to fuck, and my place in life was to serve him.  I was never happier than when I was bound on Sir's bed with his monster cock either in my forced open mouth or spreading my hole and planting a load deep.  With our size difference he was easily able to hit my second sphincter and shoot his load directly into my gut.  

Sir wasn't usually particularly verbal, he'd give me quick short orders to position me how he wanted, but he grunted like a wild animal when he was shooting his load.  He loved that I moaned like a bitch in heat when he was fucking me. 

As I got out of my Uber to Sir's this time and got to the front door, there was a note for me to go around back through the fence gate and use the back door.  Once I got to the back door there was another note telling me to strip down to my jock, and place all my clothes in the trash bag he had left out.  I wasn't terribly surprised Sir was changing things up, he had always made comments about taking the "next step" in our relationship.  As I put my clothes in the bag I noticed sir had left a thick metal collar with a small lock under the bag, and a note that read "Boy, once you put this collar on you agree to fully submit to me and all I want for you.  If you decide not to, I don't ever want to speak or see you again.  If you submit, you will wait on all fours in your jock for me."   The only thoughts that were going through my head was how I was happiest when Sir had my ass tied down and his cum leaking out my stretched out hole.  Of course I stripped down to my jock, put my new collar on, clicked the lock shut, put my clothes in the bag, and waited on all fours like the good boy Sir had expected me to be.

A few seconds later Sir opened the door and told me what a good boy I was, and that he knew I'd choose a life of servitude for him.  Sir then affixed a leash to the collar and guided me inside, but instead of going to his bedroom he lead me to a door that led to his basement.  

"I know we've always played in my bedroom boy, but now that you have chosen to submit to me I am going to introduce you to the real playroom of my house."  I was rock hard under my jock, and leaking pre-cum.  I knew I had made the right choice to fully submit to my Sir, but I had no idea what that really meant.  My naive self thought it was just more role-play before Sir and I, but he had different plans, and I was about to find out how twisted my Sir was.

 

 

 

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Nice start. Eager to find out what goes on in Sir’s dungeon and his twisted ways with his bitch slave! 

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Chapter 2

As Sir guided me down the stairs, there was a St Andrews cross on the far wall under a dim spotlight, the entire rest of the room was completely dark.  He continued to walk me towards the  cross and bound my arms and legs apart so I was completely immobile. 

“Quite the different environment than you are used to boy huh?” Sir said with a bit of a chuckle at the end.  “Looks like you are enjoying yourself just fine though considering the pre-cum leaking through your jock” he said as he walked back towards the stairway to turn the rest of the lights.  

Now that the basement was lit up, I could see everything.  Biohazard symbols everywhere, a wall full of jock straps nailed were directly across from me, and there was what looked like torture devices everywhere.  

“Welcome to your new life, boy” Sir said in a deep voice. “Remember how you had a terrible flu last week? Well, I know that was my virus taking over your body.  I’ll have a doctor friend of mine come and confirm, but I’m positive I have knocked you up. I’ve been pumping my unmedicated poz loads into your cunt for weeks.”

“What the fuck!  You told me you were Neg and on PReP!  You even showed me a bottle of it!” I screamed at him while fighting my hardest to break free of the restraints Sir had placed on me.

“You idiot, I stole that bottle from the last boy that I had in your place.  I knew it would make it easier on my next mark to convince to let me seed his cunt” Sir said laughing while grabbing a marker from the tool box.

Sir walked over wrote 19 on the outside of my shoulders.  

“19” he stated in a firm voice.  “You aren’t even boy to me anymore faggot, are relegated to just a number. And from now on, you will refer to me as Master, while anyone I whore you out to you will refer to as Sir.  Understood?”

“Fuck no, I’m done with this role play, let me go!”  

“Oh we aren’t role playing anymore 19, you agreed to become mine unconditionally when you put that collar and lock around your neck don’t you remember? This is your next step.  It may take you a little bit to fully accept your new place, but I knew from the moment you woof’d me on Scruff that you needed this.  And you may want to look down at your jock, you haven’t stopped leaking pre-cum since you’ve been on that cross!”

What the fuck!  He was right!  I felt like my body was betraying me.  One head saying to get the fuck out, while the other had never felt more at home. Was I really Poz now?  The flu I had last week as the worst I’d ever had, but I had thought it was just because I didn’t get a flu shot this year for the first time.

“What, uh what are you planning to do with me, Master?” I mumbled.  
“Well 19, you see those 18 jock straps in front of you?  Those represent the 18 faggots I’ve turned out over the last couple decades.  The first 12 are red because they got knocked up by friends of mine as I hadn’t been pozzed yet myself, while the last 6 are black because those are faggots that got knocked up with my virus, and the one thing have in common is they were all converted without their knowledge in this house”  

“What happened to those boys sir?” I asked.

“Well 19, some couldn’t handle their conversion, some have gone on to spread the gift themselves in the same manner, and a couple you’ll be meeting later on tonight as they were able to evolve from just a number to a Master gifter like me.”

Fuck, what did he mean by ‘couldn’t handle their conversion’? 

“Your new life starts now, 19.  Time to get you prepared for the rest of your pathetic short life” Sir said as a hood went over my head and I began to feel light headed and then it all went black.

 

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Chapter 3

After who knows how long, I came to.  Sir had added to my attire of a thick metal collar and ankle/wrist cuffs with a chastity cage around my now soft cock, and a ball gag in my mouth.  Sir had also moved me as I was no longer attached to the cross but was bound to a fuck bench with my head propped up and legs spread enough to make it easy to access my cunt.

Sir noticed I had woken and shone a bright light in my face and then all of the sudden my phone appeared. Fuck!  Sir had been able to unlock my phone with my face and now had complete access to my entire life!

“Next step 19 is to make sure you leave your entire past life behind you, and I think a few pictures to your entire contact list should do the trick” Sir said menacingly.

There were a few flashes from behind as Sir took some pics of me from behind, and then from the front.   

“Alright 19, I’ll be a nice Master and let you pick which picture goes out first, then second, but you have to pick a forward AND a rear facing otherwise I’ll take send videos I’ve got saved from our previous fucks, remember the one I got you to beg for my daddy cock and even asked if I had some friends who could join? I bet that would make it really clear to your family you’ve always been just a cum whore.” 

As Sir scrolled the pictures in front of me, I noticed he had marked up the small of my lower back with a biohazard tattoo, wrote ALL LOADS across my spread ass cheeks.  But that wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as the pictures of me, clear as day bound to this bench with a ball gag and number 19 on both shoulders.  

Sir removed the ball-gag so I was able to tell him my choices.

“I guess these 2 Sir” I mumbled.  “Well done 19, now you will always know that YOU picked the photos that showed your family what your true self is.” 

And then it happened, ding after ding of text messages received on my phone, and Sir just laughed and laughed.  “Don’t worry 19, I’ll spare you the embarrassment of what these texts say, but know that they worked exactly as designed, you won’t be hearing from anyone again.”

Tears began falling down my face.  Whatever hope I had that this was just more role play is confirmed to be gone.  Sir had completely erased my entire life in an instant.

“Remember 19, you chose to submit fully to me.  No use crying over the fact you didn’t truly realize what that meant.  I had you pegged for this from the start and knew I’d have you in this exact position, it was only a matter of time.  You’ve told me numerous times that you were happiest under my control when you came over, well 19, you ARE under my control now, complete total control.  Your freedom is gone and your true calling has been bestowed upon you.”

Do I accept my new life Sir has given me?  Do I try to plan an escape?  Even if I did escape, what life was waiting for me now?  

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