Jack's Reluctant Conversion

Jack’s Reluctant Conversion

Chapter Two

       I was up early.  Knowing Jack was bound and sleeping in his bed was too exciting.  My cock was rigid, eager for the events of this new day.  I fixed breakfast, and had finished when I heard a commotion in Jack’s room.  I got up and walked down the hall to his room.  Naked, stroking my cock, I stood in the doorway looking down on naked and helpless Jack as he struggled to understand what was happening to him.  He soon realized that moving his cuffed hands was placing severe pressure on his captive balls.  He was yelling for me, and cursing.  Finally, he looked around and saw me at the door.

       “Mark!  MARK!  What the hell is going on!  What the fuck!  Turn me loose, damn it!”

       Smiling I replied, “I am sorry, but that is not possible.”

       There was more profanity, but finally Jack settled down.  I guess he was tired of causing his balls to hurt.  I did notice, however, that Jack had a hard on.  I suspected he needed to have his morning piss.

       Jack looked up at me with a look of desperation on his face.  “Please, Mark, I don’t know what kind of game we are playing, but at least let me up so I can piss.”

       I walked into his bathroom, my rigid cock bouncing as I walked, and retrieved a hand held urinal similar to the ones used in a hospital.  I released the chain around Jack’s neck and helped him to stand.  He looked down with surprise when I grasped his cock and pushed into the urinal opening.

       Jack looked at me and blurted out, “You gotta be shittin’ me.  I am not going to piss in that thing.  Turn me loose so I can take a piss!”

       I continued to hold the urinal to his cock as I reached under his cock and grasped his captive balls.  Slowly I began to squeeze them, increasing the pressure.  Finally Jack understood.

       “Oh, God dammit!  Please, I’ll piss, just, please, quit hurting my balls.”

       I released my pressure and smiled as I watched Jack piss into the proffered urinal.  I went into his bathroom and left him standing by the bed.  I returned just in time to see him attempt to leave the bedroom, but was jerked up short by the chain locked to his ball stretcher and locked to the bed.  The force of being jerked up so short and quickly caused him to fall on the floor.

       I helped him up, saying, “Jack, I know it is early in your training, but from now on don’t do anything without my permission, or it could be very painful.”

       I unlocked the chain from the bed, and jerking on it, jerking on his captive balls, I ordered, “Now, come with me and do as you are told.”

       Jack didn’t say anything as I jerked on his ball chain, leading him to the kitchen.  When we got to the kitchen, I sat Jack down in a special chair I had made.  It was made of steel, with a wooden seat, upholstered with leather.  It was very different.  There was a hole in the middle of the seat so when Jack sat down, his balls dropped through the hole.  I fed the leash chain through the hold, and pulling it tight, I locked it to an “eye” bolt welded to the back of the chair frame.  His balls were being pulled back and down from him.  Now, Jack was firmly attached to his chair by his balls.  I had mounted steel ankle cuffs to the four legs of the chair.  Pulling Jack’s legs wide open and pulling each ankle back to the back legs of the chair, I used the mounted ankle cuffs to lock his ankles into a widely spread condition.  His legs were now locked widely spread, leaving his cock very exposed and at my mercy.  His erect cock was now laying on the seat of the chair.  This chair was made for Jack.  Remember, I commented on the size of his cock.  With his balls in the hole in the seat of the chair, his cock was laying flat on the seat.  It was a thing of beauty, nearly eight inches long, soft.  His hard was an easily nine or so inches long.  I had mounted several small leather straps on the chair seat where his cock was laying.  Using three of the straps, I strapped his cock tightly to the chair seat.  Amazingly, the pressure and tightness of the “cock” straps was making his cock get harder, straining against the straps.  I reached down to his imprisoned cock and teased its head.  This cause Jack’s cock to throb in its strapped captivity.  I tightened the straps which seemed to make his cock even harder. 

       The back of the chair was lower than usual, by design.  I grasped Jack’s handcuffed wrists and pulled them up and over the back of the chair.  Now his arms were hanging down the back of the chair.  With a  piece of rope tied around the wrist cuff connecting chain, I pulled his wrists down and tightly tied them to the eye bolt I put at the back of the chair.  Now Jack was completely helpless, with his balls connected to the chair, and his now erect cock strapped to the seat of the chair.  The Viagra must be working as his cock was rigid in its bondage.

       Up to this point, Jack had remain quiet.  He had a look of fear in his eyes.  He knew he was a captive, and did not know what was happening, and what was going to happen to him.  Fear is a good thing, and I would use it to my advantage, that and any sexual feelings he is experiencing.  I sat down across the kitchen table from him.  My cock was rampant.

       Jack looked at me, with fear in his eyes, “Mark, why are you doing this to me?  If you want me to leave I will.  I don’t understand.”

       Smiling, I replied, “Sure you do.  You have been watching gay BDSM porn with me of over a month.  I know you get turned on by what you see.  You enjoy seeing men sex slaves tormented and sexually abused.  You imagine yourself in to situations.  You have deliberately engaged me in conversations, or questions about male sexual slavery and what it feels like to be whipped, and made to suck another man’s cock.  Well, today is the day.  You are going to be my sex slave, in every sense of the word.  You will never be released from your bondage until I am satisfied with your sexual slavery to me.  You will be my bitch.”

       “Mark, you cannot do this.  This is America.  This is impossible!  This can‘t be happening!”

       “Jack, it is possible, and it is happening, right now.  Now don’t tell me the prospect is not intriguing.  Look at your cock, it is hard, raging hard.”

       A perplexed Jack looked down at his errant cock.  Yes, there it was, tightly strapped to the chair seat, hard, and rigid, painfully  so.  It even ached with sexual lust.  His cock throbbed in its bondage as he starred at it.

       “What are you going to do to me?”

       Smiling I said, “Jack, I am going to whip you, torture you both physically, and sexually, keep you captive until you suck my cock, and the cock of any man I put in front of you.  You will submit your ass to be fucked, your cock to be played with and tormented, and in general do what I want, when I want, no matter what.  You will become a first class slave slut.”

       Jack swallowed hard, and answered, “Mark, look, this ain’t right.  I am not sure I want to be a sex slave.   Please, let me go.”

       “Sorry, Jack, you going to be my slave bitch.  Get used to it.”

       “NO!  NO!  I am not going to do it!  Now turn me loose before I put some hurt on you.  Before I kick your ass!  NOW!  Do it now!”

       Well, we all know that was not possible.  I walked over to the cupboard and retrieved a medium flogger type whip.  I grasped Jack’s bondage chair and turned him around, away from the table.  Before he had a chance to say anything, I raised my whip and brought it sharply down on his bound dick.  Jack tried to jerk back, but could not move, and could not save his cock from my whip.  I kept whipping.  The more I whipped, the more his cock seemed to swell, swelling against it’s leather restraints.  I whipped the inside of his thighs, and across his chest.  I always returned to his cock, whipping it hard.

       Jack was biting his lip, whimpering, trying hard to avoid calling out.  He was trying hard to avoid my whip, but his bondage prevented any avoidance.   Amazingly enough, his cock stayed hard.  I suppose the Viagra was part of it, but you would think over night it would have dissipated.  Jack kept struggling until I stopped.  His face was red and his breathing was coming in gasps.  I let him settle down, the started to undo some of his bondage. 

       First, I removed the straps holding his cock to the chair seat.   His cock was still hard, even though it showed signs of being whipped.  I grasped it and started to stroke it, like I was jacking him off.  Jack closed his eyes as the feeling of lust moved through his body.  I slapped his cock, then let it go.  I unlocked his balls from the chair, and his ankles from the cuffs on the back legs of the chair.  After removing the rope from his wrist cuffs, I allowed him to stand, his wrists still handcuffed behind him.  I jerked on the chain attached to his ball stretcher, and pulled him towards the bathroom.  He flinched, dutifully following.

       Jack remained silent, almost sullen as I made him get into the shower, with me following.  I took about a half hour, but we exited the shower clean and both with massive bone hard cocks.  I spent quite a bit of time working on his cock. Jack submitted and let me have my way with his cock and bound balls.  Remember, I have not released his cuffed wrists from his ball stretcher.  I wasn’t ready to allow him that much freedom.

       I took Jack to my media room to watch a little TV, specifically, some gay BDSM porn.  I was going to show him a video he had not seen.  I made him sit beside me, after which I bound his ankles and thighs with leather straps.  This was uncomfortable to Jack, as he balls were still attached to his wrists.  This pulled his poor balls between his thighs, so when I bound them, there was more pressure on his trapped balls.  His cock was exposed to me.  It was still very erect.

       The video came alive with a really hot porn flick, with a lot of bondage, whipping, torment and sex.  The slave seemed to have a cock in his mouth most of the time, and of course in his ass.  It seemed there was always someone whipping him as he was made to suck cock.  By this time, I know the Viagra had worn off, yet there it was.  Jack was watching the video, and his cock was rearing its magnificent  lusty head from between his thighs.  When I grasped it and started to stroke it, his cock throbbed and Jack let out a soft lustful moan.  He was genuinely aroused.  After several minutes of stroking his cock, I could tell he was approaching a climax.  Just his body movements and the trembling in his thighs told me he was ready.  I stopped, and released his cock.  I let him sit for a bit until his cock showed signs of receding.  He had settled down, watching the video, when I noticed his cock was gaining strength and girth again, on its own, with out my stimulating it.  This was a good sign.  Even in the discomfort of he wrists still being held behind his back with steel police handcuffs, and his captive balls being pulled back to his wrists, he was still gaining an erection without manual stimulation.  This is real progress.

       The video was over, and Jack was sporting a magnificent erection.  He has one of the largest cocks I have ever seen, and when it was hard, it was incredible.  Even when it was soft, it is a thing to see. 

       I took Jack back to the kitchen, and again locked him into his chair.  This time I pulled a little harder on the chain connected to him balls, pulling it tighter as I locked it to the eye bolt on the back of the chair.  I told him to spread his legs, which he did, allowing me to use the little leather straps on the chair seat to strap his cock to the seat.  This time he cock was hard from watching the gay BDSM video, so I strapped it tighter, using four small straps.  Again, I swear his cock throbbed more after I strapped it down.

       I made sandwiches for lunch.  I did crush a Viagra pill, putting the powder in Jack’s sandwich.  I cut Jack’s into pieces and fed him.  He complained, saying he could feed himself.  I pointed out how difficult that would be with his wrists still locked behind his back, connected to his balls, and I was not about to release him.  He ate well.  I was glad because I had plans for Jack this afternoon.

       Jack’s first taste of being my sex slave is about to begin.  We were in one of my bed rooms, the one I had converted to a torture chamber/orgy room.  I had tormented many a slave in this room.  I installed a hinged steel collar around Jack’s neck.  From this I attached a chain much like a dog leash.  This went to the ceiling, pulled up tight to make sure he was standing very straight.  A penis gag had been installed in his mouth.  I thought he would rebel having a replica of a penis used as a gag, but with my one hand squeezing his balls, he willing took it into his mouth.  It was held there by a leather strap which was now looked in place.

       Jack had a look of fear and panic in his eyes, yet he was quiet.  His cock was rigid with a drop of pre-cum on the tip.  I realize the Viagra played a part in this, but the pre-cum told me he was genuinely aroused.  A squeeze of his balls made Jack spread his legs, allowing me to tie his ankles to steel rings set in the floor.  I took all the chains from the ball stretcher, but left it locked on his balls.  The last item was to clip a narrow chain to the handcuffs on Jack’s wrists, pulling them up above his waist and locking the other end of the chain to his collar.  Now he was vulnerable and his entire body was available to me.  My cock was aching.

       “Jack,” I said, “we are going to play with your body for a while.  If perchance you cum while I am playing with you, prepare to be punished beyond you wildest nightmares.  You are to NEVER cum without my permission.”

       Jack swallowed hard and nodded his head.  I was not going to let him cum, but I wanted to focus his attention on his cock.  I reached down and grasped his very erect cock.  Slowly I stroked it, teasing the pulsating head.  Jack moaned softly as I played with his cock.  Just to tease him, I even bent down and slipped it in my mouth.  He tasted fantastic.  I ran my tongue over the heated head of his cock and felt it pulsate in my mouth.  Jack’s moaning got a little louder and heated.  I surprised him by taking it out of my mouth and used my hand, delivered a sharp slap to his throbbing cock.  There was a sharp intake of air as a surprised Jack felt his cock being slapped, punished if you will.

       I slapped his cock again, then walked to the wall where there was an array of whips.  Picking a medium flogger, I came back to Jack and started to whip his ass and the backs of his thighs.  He squirmed, but endured.  It appeared as if his cock got a bit harder and was throbbing.  I moved my whip around to his chest, belly and the fronts of this thighs.  His cock was still ramrod hard.  I started to “flick” my whip on his cock and balls.  While his balls were nearly hidden behind his massive cock, his dick was still hard and stuck out there for me to torment.  I whipped his cock until he was moaning and trying to avoid the whip.  I stopped and grasped his cock again.  As I stroked it he settled down and very soon was moving his hip to match my rhythm.  I brought up my whip and started again.  When I felt  the pain was sufficient, I started to stroke his cock.  This time to took him to the edge.  His legs were trembling with arousal, letting me know he was about to cum.  I slapped his cock and started to whip it again. 

       This time the whip was harder still.  I was using a quirt, which can be more exacting on a target.  Before I started to whip his cock, I tied a thin rope tightly around his balls, leaving about six feet of hope on either side.  I pulled those rope ends around to his back, and pulling them tight, tied them together.  This pulled his balls out from between his legs to a position of prominence.  This also raised his cock a little higher in the air.  Now his balls and cock were available to my whip. 

       Soon Jack was moaning and moving to avoid the whip, yet his cock was rigid.  He did flinch noticeably when I applied my quirts to his balls, yet is cock remained very erect.  I rested my whip and grasped his cock.  The entire head of his cock was wet with pre-cum.  This tells me the whip is exciting him.  Perhaps the whole scene was hot for him, but he was definitely aroused

       I proceeded to whip his ass and thighs again, then went back to Jack’s cock.  After whipping his cock again, and stroking him to a near cum, I stopped.  He was nearly crazy with arousal.  It was obvious he wanted me to bring him to a climax.  His cock and balls were bright pink with whip marks, yet his cock throbbed.

       I released Jack, but left his arms handcuffed behind him.  I did attach the leash chain to his ball stretcher.  I walked Jack over to a rather large couch and made him kneel down in front of the couch.  I sat down directly in front of him.   I sat there stroking my erect cock.  I watched to see what he would do.  He knelt there, his whipped cock rigid and throbbing, watching me stroke my cock.  Specifically, he was watching my cock.  He seemed to be mesmerized by my erect cock.  The penis gag still filled his mouth, silencing him.

       I pulled hard on the leash chain, “Jack, kneel up and come here on your knees.”

       Jack did as he was told and crawled on his knees until he was between my thighs.  His rigid cock was bouncing and swaying as he moved toward me.  I could see golden clear drops of pre-cum on the engorged head of his cock.  I grasped his cock and began stroking it.  Jack moaned softly and shivered as I aroused him even further.

       “Jack,” I softly spoke.  “Here’s the deal.  Your torture has only begun, depending on what you do.  Also, since I control your cock, I control whether you have a climax, or just ache for a good cum.  As of this morning, you are my slave, my boy toy.  To show you how serious I am about that, I want you to suck my cock.  Now. Don’t get any idea’s about biting my cock.  If I even get a hint of such skullduggery, I will rip your balls from your body“.

       I jerked the chain attached to his balls, strong enough  to cause him to wince and struggle to maintain his balance.  He nearly fell over as I jerked on his balls a second time.  I released his cock, and reaching down, I  grasped his balls, twisting and squeezing them.  He closed his eyes in pain and groaned loudly as he bit down on his gag.  Smiling, I released his balls and began stroking his cock again.  It never softened, and throbbed in my hand as I squeezed it.

       “Do we understand each other?”

       Jack hung his head, looking down at his cock as I toyed with it, and nodded.  This was much easier than I thought.  Maybe Jack had some latent gay genes in his body that needed to be brought out, or at least he might be bi-sexual.  For  fact, I see some healthy masochism in him.

       “OK, I am going to remove your gag, and you will not say a word.  You will bend down and take my cock into your mouth, sucking on it as long as I want.  Any disobedience on  your part will come at the expense of your precious balls.”

       Again, I gave his balls another jerk, then reached for his gag.  He bent forward  to allow me to remove the penis gag from his mouth.  He worked his jaws, easing the pressure from the gag.  I watched as he carefully leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock.  I pulled on the ball leash to make sure he knew I was in control of him.  I decided to maintain pressure on his balls during this first blowjob.

       Jack pulled back, and spat out, “Mark, I am not going to suck your fucking cock.  Now, turn me loose!”

       Well, this will never do.  I jerked hard on the chain attached to his balls.  He grimaced.  Pulling Jack closer to me, I reached down and grasped his balls.  He tired to pull back, but my grasp of his manhood was firm.  His “family jewels” were mine.  I twisted them, then pulled harder.  He groaned in pain as he grimaced again.  Interestingly, his cock was still hard, his cock throbbing.

       “Jack, now listen to me.  Your balls and cock are mine.  Not yours, mine!”

       Jerking on his balls, I continued, “Before you get any relief in your cock, or balls, you are going to suck my cock and make me like it.  Do you hear me?”

       I let go of his balls long enough to slap his cock several times, then I grabbed his balls again.  Jack’s head drooped to his chest as I continued to pressure his balls.  I had pulled on the chain attached to his balls until he had moved into position.  My cock was directly in front of him.

       “Now, Jack, my slave, lean forward and kiss the head of my cock, then lick the head.  Now, again, a word of warning, don’t even think of harming my cock.  If I feel even a hint of pain, I will jerk your balls off your body and feed them to  you!  Now, do as I say.”

       This was it.  Would he do as I say, or would he rebel?  Either way I am going to have a great time breaking him.  I jerked on his balls again, then watched with a great deal of satisfaction as he leaned forward and kissed the throbbing head of my cock, then ran his tongue around the sensitive heated head.  I loved it, and thought for a moment maybe he was ready, but to make sure he understood, I pulled a little harder on his ball chain.  Jack slipped his mouth over the head of my cock and started to move up and down on it.  It was a beginner’s action, but he was sucking my cock.

       “Tongue, Jack, more tongue.  As you suck, lick my cock, lash the head of my cock with your tongue.   You‘ve had your cock sucked, and you know how you like it.  I want the same.  Now, get with it, and impress me.  The safety of your balls demands it.”

       Jack did as I instructed.  He got serious and began to suck in earnest.  He seemed to be learning his lessons in cock sucking.  His performance held a lot of promise.  Well, you can guess the rest.  This has been a long morning, and an exciting and arousing afternoon.  My cock wanted to cum, so I thought now would be a perfect time.

       “Jack,” I said, with a little tremor in my voice, “I am about to cum.  Swallow every drop of my cum.  If you don’t, your cock and balls will pay the price.  Now, make me cum.”

       I moved my foot so it would be between Jack’s thighs, just below his balls.  I moved it up and nudged his balls, “Just keep working.  Put a little more effort into it.  Pick up the pace.“

       I looked down and noticed to my delight that his cock was still very erect, even throbbing.  Jack continued his wonderful work until my cock literally erupted, spewing scalding lava like cum into his mouth and throat.  He was struggling to contain all my issue, literally gulping it down.  A small stream of cum escaped his struggling mouth and ran down his chin.

       “Stay there!  Keep sucking until my cock is empty.  Suck it clean.“

       I thought about jerking on his balls to emphasize my point, but he did as I instructed, without torture.  This was good, although, I have to admit I love torturing a hot sex slave.

       When my cock receded, I made Jack get up and follow my to the bathroom, where we took a shower together.  I noticed his cock was still rigid.  During our shower, I made sure I paid close attention to his cock.  I could still see some faint whip marks on his cock and abdomen.  My cock was back at full rut.  Afterward, I toweled us both off, again paying attention to his cock.  There were moments when he legs and thigh were trembling from the arousal his cock was giving him.  This was perfect.  Between the whippings, the torment of his balls, and the stimulation of his cock, I felt I could make Jack my “bitch”.