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 Saturday at 12:07 PM by Pnp-pig

[pozpopperpig]

This is too fucking good!  What a way to be indoctrinated into slavery!

[MethSlut]

Three

 

The man I was going to call my Master had been smoking on his bowl of burning pipe tobacco for the whole of my little strip show but he now put it down. I thought that his breath had sped up and his eyes looked a little wilder, but it was probably a trick of the light. I mean, it was fairly dark in here even with the dim red lighting. 

 

“Pig, are the doors locked?”

 

“Yes, Master”

 

“Is my new property ready for me to inspect?”

 

“Yes, Master”

 

He took stood up and took a step towards me and I could feel a wave of masculine testosterone that just seemed to emanate from him, pushing out into the room and washing over me.

 

“Kneel”

 

I sank to my knees, not really knowing why, and looked down at the floor, like Pig was. I felt a leather collar encircle my neck, and Master locked it at the back. I now looked exactly like Tommy. 

 

“You are to be called Slave Bitch. You will forget any other name you used to have in the presence of me or my other slaves”

 

I was so scared now I was shaking and I was thinking that this was too much, that I needed to head to the door and go. Tommy raised up his hand to put around me, but I shied away. So much was happening, and I wanted it badly in so many ways, but it terrified me in so many others. 

 

“You will take this now bitch. Suck when you are told. Exhale when you are told”

 

Master put the glass pipe to my lips. I didn’t smoke tobacco so wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I glanced at Tommy and he clearly nodded – he wasn’t supposed to I think, but it was a nice gesture of encouragement from my friend – and I gained some fortification from that. Master lit the torch and soon a swirl of weird white cloud was threatening to escape the top of the pipe. 

 

“Suck”

 

I sucked as hard as I could, but Master told me to slow down. A gentle suck was preferred and so I did this instead. It felt like an age, but eventually we stopped when my lungs were about to burst. 

 

“Exhale”

 

I blew out a very thick cloud of white smoke. 

 

“I can see from your face that you are wondering what this is. You are to do what you just did nine more times, and I will tell you”

 

With the promise of an answer and there being no gross taste, I sucked and exhaled as Master had told me nine more times. I was definitely feeling the effects of this by the time I had done my tenth puff, so Master said:

 

“That was crystal meth boy. Before you completely freak out – tell me how you feel. Be extremely explicit”

 

Meth?!? The street drug?? What the actual fuck. 

 

“Robin, explain to him”

 

Master lashed out at Pig, his boots kicking straight into his balls. 

 

“Aaaargh”

 

“You know the rules better than that. Pig, stop helping. Bitch, speak”

 

“I feel nervous that I’ve used a drug Sir. But….” I thought a minute “…I want to be used Sir. I want a man’s dick in me, not the equally clueless uni students with me, but a man who knows how to…” the big admission. I breathed deep “…how to use me like the worthless little bottom bitch I am. Who wants to feed me his cock and feed me his piss, and make me take dick after dick like I’ve seen in the porn and treat me like a complete cunt and…”

 

I think a dam had been broken, as once I’d make these admissions, I couldn’t stop talking. Master sat back on his massive throne and spread his legs. His cock was enticingly just behind that thin wall of fabric but fuck, his boots were shining at the ends of his legs and the whole of him looked like the most masculine thing I’d ever seen. Fuck I wanted to bury my tongue in them. 

 

“Pig, you may hit the pipe. Do ten, like Bitch”

 

Pig didn’t need asking twice and in a matter of minutes, eight of the ten puffs were done. I just didn’t seem to be able to sit still for some reason and so I was fidgeting hard now and playing with my nipples. These are hard wired to my cock and I was trying to get hard, but it wasn’t working! Then I remembered, only Master’s cock mattered and I was so happy that I was worthless!

 

“Pig, shotgun the remaining two”

 

What? He was going to shoot someone?? I looked around in confusion. Before I knew what was happening, my friend from school, the guy I’d know half my life slammed his lips onto mine and blew a cloud of smoke into me. I wasn’t expecting it, so I coughed it out. I saw him drag again – this must be the shotgun! I opened my lips ready to receive more of this pleasurable fantasy smoke and I saw him coming towards me. He grabbed the back of my head, looked directly into my eyes and blew the smoke. I exhaled the smoke through my nose, but I didn’t let Pig go. We were now both rushing and high as we locked our tongues in passion. Pig’s dick didn’t seem to struggle with the meth as much as mine was and he was running his hands over my tits which just felt electric, and I was feeling his body all over with my hands. I wanted to explore my friend’s body and so I grasped his ass with my hands and tried clumsily to get him to push his whole body onto mine and to make him stuff his dick in me – it was clearly hard now in the confines of his jock.

 

Tommy – sorry, Pig – pushed me down onto my back by my neck and said, “you want this, don’t you bitch”. Not sure if he was referring to the life I’d just chosen to experiment with, to more of the drug, or to his cock up my ass I paused – then realised I really, really wanted all three of them. I heard the torch go, and Master was smoking more clouds again watching his two 21-year-old slaves fondle, grope and begin to process of rushing and fucking. Tommy stood up, his big thick legs towering above me. I started to stand as well, but Tommy booted me onto my back and, whilst playing with his tits squatted over my face.

 

I was a little unsure about what I should do but I could smell the musk of his ass in my nostrils and before I could say anything or do anything, Tommy punched me in the balls. This caused me to exclaim out loud in pain – “Oooof” – which caused me to open my mouth and Tommy just planted his ass on my tongue. 

 

I was curious about what to do but Tommy – sorry Pig, I will get used to calling my friend that – told me:

 

“Stick your tongue in me”

 

I was feeling no pain at this point, so I went with what my lusting body was screaming at me to do. I began to eat at his ass, sticking my tongue as deep and thoroughly as I could. Pig was grunting happily to this which I took to mean I was doing it well and he was bouncing up and down on my tongue and pinching at his tits whilst he did it. 

 

“He any good Pig?”

 

“Yes Master. He’s naturally very talented and has a really long tongue. I’ve wanted to do this for a while now”

 

I felt something of a glow of pride. 

 

“Is he high enough?”

 

“There’s a ‘high enough’ Sir?”

 

Master let out a deep rumbling laugh at that and said:

 

“Probably not for you, fucking addict. Both of you, come here and clean my boots. If the shine if good, I’ll give you some more”

 

Pig leapt off my face and stuck his tongue on the left boot and I did the same for the right boot, tongues on boots, asses in the air. Above us on the throne sat our Master, pipe in hand blowing clouds of smoke at out heads. Pig was trying to breathe them in, but they diffused away just before they could get to him. Master thought this was hilarious clearly as he kept doing it. I was so horny at this point that I was trying to lick through the leather and out the other side, but Master kept moving his boots and kicking me in the face, just lightly enough to sting, but not enough to bruise. I was being treated like a fucking useless, worthless cunt and I fucking loved it!

 

After a little while, he said “Stop. Let’s see if you deserve more”

 

We stopped in place, and Master pulled up his legs and put a boot onto my back, and one onto Pig’s. He sat back and examined his boots, using us as footstools. He said he was happy with the shine and therefore it was time to move to the next level.