Robin

[MethSlut]

One

 

I stood at the doorway of his house. All I had to do was knock, and I could go in. I knew deep down that this was what I wanted. What I’d always wanted, really. But somehow, I was struggling to lift up my hand and knock on the fucking door or ring the bell.

 

I’m not usually this shy or retiring. I mean, I’m not an extrovert by any stretch of the imagination and I’m probably more likely to be found in book club that in a night club, but even so, I’ve had sex before. Three times now! And I know I want to have a fuck of a lot more of it. 

 

My first time was a bit of a fumble and a miss and quite frankly bad, but it was a first so that counts. The next two I’d started to get the rhythm of it, but I was on top and to be honest, it’s not where I’m supposed to be, not really. I mean, I like the sensation of having my dick rubbed – who doesn’t? – but I ended up cumming in the rubber, and completely unsatisfied. The bottom I was with was happy enough though; my dick isn’t small. I’ve been pretty blessed there.

 

The problem was, when I was fucking, all I could think about was, well, being the guy on the other side. Getting fucked, being used. And not in the more innocent way a lot of my university friends were into – such as sleeping with a couple of guys a month – but by being a hardcore cumdump slave. A piece of human garbage. A piece of trash that other men used because they were bored, or even ignored and made to fetch the coffee after my boyfriend had finished fucking another guy on our marital bed – with me being tied up and made to watch maybe. Or even tied underneath the other sub’s butt so I had the cum and lube dripping into my face whilst my boyfriend pleasured another guy. That’d be hot too. 

 

The guy behind the door offered me some of that. We’d begun to talk on the hookup apps, like every meeting, but quickly we decided that we’d prefer to finish the conversation in person. He didn’t live far from me and it seemed sensible to come over and knock on the door. We’d have a talk and maybe I’d get to go on the bottom for my fourth ever screw.

 

I thought about that thought for a moment. It gave me the energy – and a bit of a twitch in my cock if I’m honest – to knock the doorbell. There was an indeterminate period when I thought he was having me on. Stupid fag wanted using so badly he went to an empty house. But then, the door opened – and I was shellshocked by what I saw. It was a cute young guy, naked except for a collar and a red jockstrap, boots and red socks. He looked slightly built but he was the same age as me. I knew that for a fucking fact.

 

“Master is waiting for you, downstairs”

 

“Tommy?”

 

“I’m known as Slave Pig in this house, but yeah. Hi Robin. Master told me you were coming over here and I couldn’t quite believe it, but, well, you’re here”

 

“How the fuck…”

 

“There are lots of things to be said – but get to him or he’ll get mad”

 

Tommy and I go way back. We knew each other from the age of around 12 and basically grew up together. He lived about eight houses down from me, we were in the same groups at school, hung out after school with each other on the Xbox and you know, teenage things like pretending we both liked girls, boasting of our wins, commiserating our losses like you do. I kind of suspected he way gay and I’m pretty sure he knew I was bi, but we never really discussed it and it didn’t really bother either of us. I was on the academic fast track toward university, but he went a different route as he was more practically minded, so he went off to a technical college to qualify as something manual. Electrician, I think I remember. 

 

“Move”

 

Tommy grabbed my wrist, yanked me over the step and into the house. Who knew what I’d find downstairs?

[NSABB]

Awesome start bro, can’t wait for more 

[MethSlut]

Two

I’m nervous now. This wasn’t what I had in mind at all. I mean, Tommy was always a very good-looking young man, but now he’s matured into an adult he doesn’t seem to have any of the gawkiness that young guys tend to have. He was also looking at the floor the whole time which was kind of hot, and I couldn’t help but notice the somewhat giant bulge filling out his jockstrap and the sweet butt the straps were framing. Even so, I mean, this was supposed to be anonymous, not sex with someone whilst there was another guy in the house that my mother knows! 

 

I head downstairs as instructed, and at the bottom of the stairs, I find a closed door. I listen for a minute, unsure of the protocol of this, so I figure you can’t go wrong with a knock and enter. I knock. No answer, so I head in. 

 

I enter the basement room to find something I had not quite expected. The room was very dimly lit, with a strange red glow to the lighting that was present. To my left, there was a large TV, probably 70” or so taking up most of the wall, with a couch in front of it. Next to the couch was a large throne-like chair facing the TV, with multiple steel rings affixed to the wooden frame. To my right, I think I saw a sling – I’m still too new to know the names of most of this stuff – something to tie a guy in a cross-shape on a wall, and rows upon rows of toys. The toys terrified me, but some of them were small, so I figured he’ll be kind and just use the smallest ones on me. The others, some of them a good four foot long, must be intended for more experienced guys. I idly wondered if Tommy had taken any of them, but reigned those thoughts back in. 

 

I did not notice the door behind me open again.

 

“Good evening, Robin”

 

Startled, I turned to see the man I had come to meet. He was truly beautiful. Piercing blue eyes topped a face with some stubble, close cropped ginger hair, his frame was well built and muscular, and he had chosen to wear a selection of leather – harness, bicep band, chaps and boots - which just served to accentuate his manliness. He also had on a cloth jockstrap, meaning I couldn’t see his dick – the dick I was thinking about being the bottom bitch for – but I could certainly see the bulge, even in the low light. What can I say – I tend to notice these things, wannabe cock whore that I am. 

 

“Erm… Hi”

 

“You sound nervous. No need boy – let’s sit down and we can discuss the rest of our conversation”

 

“Yes, that would be good”

 

“I need a footstool, I hope you don’t mind”

 

Why the fuck would I mind that he wanted to put his feet up? I mean, it was his house after all!

 

“Please don’t mind me”

 

“PIG!”

 

The ferocious yell echoed throughout the whole neighbourhood I think, but in a second Tommy was in the room. Sorry, Slave Pig was in the room. The muscular man simply pointed at his feet, and Tommy got on all fours and moved so that he was directly under his boots. He then rested them on Tommy’s back!

 

“Pig makes an excellent footstool, just about the right height. You wanted to talk to me more about your fantasies. I understand you’re fairly new to sex, but you want to try being a bottom. I spoke to you about this in detail and frankly, I don’t believe you”

 

“Excuse me?” I mean, I might not know sex well, but I do know what I see when I’m wanking!

 

“You lied to me. And worse, you lie to yourself. I can see it in your eyes. You are envious of my slave Pig. It’s a life you could have had and one that you still want. It hasn’t come to you yet, and you don’t know how to reach out to touch it”

 

I was astounded. But I was also turned on. I just kept looking at the slave under his feet and kept trying to think ‘that’s my friend’ and ‘I don’t want that’, but my brain just wouldn’t let me. The fact, I was astounded to notice, was that I was jealous of Tommy!

 

“Look inside you. You know you want this life. Admit it now, and I will introduce you to it. You will be free to leave whenever you want, but I guarantee that you will never exercise that option”

 

“I…”

 

I was caught. He knew I wanted it. I did too, really. Even fucking Tommy probably knew. But if I said yes, what did that make me?

 

“If I say yes, I’ll be another… slave?

 

“Yes boy, one of my slaves”

 

“Are there any rules I need to know?”

 

A delaying tactic whilst I thought. Didn’t think there would be any…

 

“One; Do as you are told or you can leave. Your clothes will be kept by the door. Two; you don’t fuck, suck, finger yourself or do anything sexual at all without my permission. Three; there is no right of appeal. That’s all”

 

Sounds easy enough.

 

“Then I would like to try it please”

 

“Please what?”

 

“Erm... please, er Sir?”

 

“Good boy. I am always known as Sir or Master within these walls”

 

He leant forwards and picked up a torch and pipe from off the table in front of him. With the torch, he melted a small amount of crystalline shaped rocks in a glass pipe, which I assumed was some form of incense. Master took a drag and exhaled a white cloud though, so maybe a weird kind of pipe tobacco?

 

Tommy – sorry Pig – started to whimper at this. I thought that strange, but Master lifted a boot and casually kicked him hard on the head making him grunt audibly and stop whimpering.

 

“You know the rules. New guests, first. Pig – strip the new boy”

 

I stood up, not quite knowing what was going on, but knowing I was enjoying the feeling of being instructed, of not having to think or to care. So, I let Pig begin to strip me, which he did fairly slowly and sensuously. First my t-shirt to show off my body, where he brushed over my nipples gently by ‘accident’ causing my dick to twitch; then the sneakers and socks which he stopped to sniff; finally, my trousers, which he did from behind and whilst he was pulling them down put his face up against my butt. Not anything overtly sexual but kind of was. I felt a bit uncomfortable with my friend doing that to be honest, but it was over in a moment. At my underwear, Master told Pig to stop and reached behind a sofa cushion to pull out a yellow swimmer’s jock. 

 

I didn’t need to be told. I shucked my underwear and I put on the jock but I could feel both of them trying to see my dick. I did it too fast for them to be able to get even a glimpse and got the jock on. It matched Pigs’ red swimmer’s jock entirely. 

 

I was left wondering what was coming next.

[MethSlut]

2 hours ago, NSABB said:

Awesome start bro, can’t wait for more 

Well, here's the second part. You do have the most amazing butt, I might write that into the story 😛

[Pnp-pig]

Great start, I cannot wait read more about master, slave pig and new guy adventures together.

please keep this story going @MethSlut

[NSABB]

3 minutes ago, MethSlut said:

Well, here's the second part. You do have the most amazing butt, I might write that into the story 😛

Dumb jockbro getn fagbrain fried for raw cock

[Pnp-pig]

You building up to something hot!!!! What a tease!  LOL

thank you! 

Edited 1 hour ago by Pnp-pig