Man slave 

I am derek. I worked at a fairly well known conpony. I was a manager in the finance compony. I got a good salary.  

One night, my car broke down.  I tried to find help. I came upon a large house. I was a bit nervous. I was not sure why but i knew i was. I tried to keep my cool. I figued it had something to do with nerves. I figured my fears were unfounded. 

I went up to the porch. I knocked on the door. A younger man,perhaps in his early to mid twenties answered. I explaned to him the situation. He invited me in. 

I hoped that my nerves would abait. I was surprised that they had not. He seemed nice enough.  I was stil concerned. This was a very uncomfortable situation. I tried to keep my cool. 

I should have gone with my fear. I should have listened to my gut. Of course i did not. I dismised it. Of course that inaction bit me in the but. 

He told me to sit down. He said he would call a tow truck to pick up my car. I thanked him. He left the room. Then after a minute or so, he came back with hie farther and two brothers. 

The father was tall. He apeared to be in his middle 50s. He was tall. He looked imposing.he tried to apear friendly.  I wondered if mayby he was annoyed that i had trespassed into his abode. 

The two others brothers were fairly tall and slender. They were fit but not hevily muscular.  They were atractive looking. They were hardly girlie nen but apeared to be somewhat fashion conscious.  

I introduced myself. His name was ed.his sons were phil, taarence and steve. We engaged in convetsation for a bit.

All of a sudden, he pulled out a tazer.before i could do anything, i collapsed.  

They picked me and dragged me to the basement.  They removed my shoes first. They took out scissors and cut up my shirt and pants.  They cut up my cloths. 

Then steve cut my underware. They put me on a table that resembled the rack used as a middle agged torture instrument.  My hands and feet were put in restrants. My legs were spread.

I woke up . i quickly remembered what had occurred.  I had been captured, kidnaped. I had been striped naked and strapped to a torture chamber. 

What is going on?” i demanded to know. ” you are to begin your slave training. ” the farther told me. 

Slave traning! They planed to make me there slave. I could not believe this. Did this people realy believe that they could get away with this. 

If the police found my car,they will search the general vacinity. It would Only be a matter of time before they found this house.  If they got a warrent they will find me. This nightmare would be over. They could not posibly beleve that they would get away with this. 

“Slave traning?” i asked. “You are to become our sex slave.  You will do chores around the property but your responsibly will be to keep us satisfied if you get our drift. ” the farther said.  

Oh no i thought. I had just been captured by some kind of rich gay bondage finatics. Of all the houses i could have come on i came on theres. 

They took out a rhazer and shaved my head. I loved my hair. I cried as i saw it fall to the ground. In the ancient middle east they used to shave the heads of women who had committed adultery.  It was a kind of shaming. I think that was what they were doing. This was ment to humiliate me. 

Then they shaved my legs.  Then they shaved my pubic area.  They shaved everything. My pubic area felt weird. It stung a little bit. 

They left me on the rack.  “Rule number one. You will refer to my father and myself and my brothers as master at all times!” phil said.  

I snarkily said yes master. Steve pulled my nipple. I yelped in pain. “Show the proper respect slave!” brother number two incisted. “Yes master!” i said. This time i was far more serious. They were pleased that i was contrite.

“Rule number one. You will never refuse a request from one of your masters. Failure to asend to out request will result in consequences.  Consequences you will not like. Is that clear?” phil asked.

“Yes master!” i said. ” you will be naked at all times. We will bathe you. Is that clear?” he asked. I said it was.

Then they unstraped me. It was not to not be restraned. They had me in a very uncomfortable position. They told me to get on my nees. I quickly complied.  I fell to the ground in obedience. I dared not to. 

I was to suck the dick of the farther. I did so. I never had any homosexual tendentcies. I had no desire to suck cock. It felt weird. I had to do it. 

I then had to suck the dick of the oldest of the brothers. This was very degrading. I felt sub human. It was horable..i just wanted to be home. I wanted all this to be over. I had no idea if it ever would be. Would i ever be free?  

They made me get on a bed. They each took turns sucking my cock. I fekt like a suck toy. I hated it..this was ilegal, imoral and in realy bad taste.  I wanted it to be over. 

They bathed me in a tub. They washed everything including my private areas. I slept in a cage. The cage had no bed or toilet. I did have a bucket to pee or deficate in. 

In the morning they put a coller on me and took me for a walk. They enjoyed degrading me. They did so as often as they could.

I had choes to do. They were not too dificult. I was well fed. I just was not free. I was frequently raped. 

I tried to esape. Each esape atenpt failed..they whiped me until i blead. One time they urinated all over me.it was awfull. I gave up trying to esape.

I think Stockholm syimdrome kicked in. I started to accept my new enviorment and circumstances. I came to accept it. I was a slave and would be for the rest of my life.

I have been hear for five years. I. At peace with it. I love gay sex. I have bwen given more privleges. I would never think of esaping. I am hardly sn eaquil but i do feel i belong hear now. 

End. 

  

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