Jack’s Reluctant Conversion

Chapter One

       OK, let me get to the point.  Mark is my name.  You don’t need my last name.  I trade in commodities and stocks, mostly from my home.  I am successful and have built a pretty good life for myself.  I played football in high school, and a little in college.  But, I got tired of being beat up.  A running back can get hit, and hit hard.  I decided I wanted to keep what brain cells I had left.  So, I gave it up and concentrated on my studies, which have paid off.

       I must also tell you I am gay.  Oh, yeah I have fucked a few women, but I know who I am.  I am gay.  Specifically, a dominant gay man, expert in the BDSM arts.  Yeah, I can be a dominant bastard, a ball busting dominant bastard.  Yeah, I do have straight friends and gay friends, but I am out of the closet.  No secrets.

       I was in my office in the back of my house when I received a call from a friend of mine, Jack.  He’s straight, but I have known him since grade school.  We played on the same football team.  When I was about twenty five I came out of the closet to him and the world.  He accepted what and who I am, and that settled it.

       I know Jack had lost his job, and because of a lousy sense of finance, I knew he was on hard times.  When he called he asked if he could come over and talk to me.  I had loaned him money in the past, and was not in the mood to loan more.  But, he’s my friend, so I told him to come over.  Jack was not a ’go getter’, meaning he was not a very aggressive guy.  If he was more so, I thought, he would not be in this pickle.  I put on some clothes before he arrived.  From that remark, you can tell I like being naked around the house, even when I work.

       Jack arrived about a half hour later.  I could tell he was really depressed.  I thought, ‘Well, he’s looking for another loan.’

       Actually, it was more dire.  Jack was being evicted from his apartment and had no place to go.  He wanted to crash at my place until he could get something going with a job and another place to live.  I didn’t know about this.  I like my life style, and am not ready to give it up.  I am gay, and a dominant gay, and I have submissive slave like friends.  It is not out of the ordinary for me to have a “friend” over for the evening, binding, torturing and in general having hot BDSM sex with this poor soul/  I decided it was best to just lay it out to Jack.

       “Jack,” I started.  “Here’s the deal.  I am thinking of letting you stay here, but you have to understand some things.  You know I am gay, and I have gay dates.  I bring them here to have sex.  Not just plain sex, but heavy sweaty BDSM sex.  I love to look at BDSM pornography, and I favor that porn involving gays.  This porn is rough.  Guys get tortured and fucked, forced to suck cock, and every other perversion you can imagine.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to see women bound and tortured, as well as fucked, and made to suck, but I prefer gay slaves.”

       I could tell Jack was in a dither.  He needed a place to stay, and was thinking about what I was saying, and how it would affect him.  I continued with my diatribe.

       “I am always naked around here, always.  When I watch football, I am naked, the same when I am watching a TV show, or the evening news and financial situation.   And, this is especially true with porn.  I am naked and usually whack myself off while watching.  If I have a ‘date’ here, he may be bound, tormented and whipped.  I will use him sexually.  I have a “play” room, but, I prefer to use my whole house for this.   As a result, you will probably see me whip some poor slaves cock and balls, and make him suck me off, or some other diversion.  Lastly, I know you are not gay, but I would prefer you to be naked around here, also.  That way I won’t feel self-conscious about being naked around you.  Now, the choice is up to you.  You can stay here, but that is the way I live and don’t want to change.   It will have to be that way if you want to live here.  What say you?”

       Jack was silent for a moment or two.  He looked up and replied, “OK, I am down with everything you said.  I don’t want to have sex with you, but everything else is cool.  It might be interesting to see what you do to a gay slave.  I think I should be able to bring home a girl friend, and play with her here, and I like to watch straight porn, with a touch of BDSM.  Hell, I might even learn to like gay porn.”

       “One other thing,” I said, “I do like the sight of a naked man, so if my cock gets hard from me seeing you naked, just ignore it.  OK?”

       Jack pondered that issue for a moment, and replied, “So, if your cock gets hard from seeing me naked, I suppose that would be a compliment.  I guess I can live with that.”

       We both laughed, and agreed he could move in tomorrow.  So, our course was set.  At the time, I was not thinking about what happened later.  As I look back, it did seem inevitable.  Little did Jack know his future was in for a dramatic change, a change I didn’t think about at the time.

       I had to take care of some business away from the house that day.  When I got home that evening, I could smell good food being cooked in the kitchen,  I walked in and there was Jack, checking the oven, checking on a pot roast.  He was naked.  I have to admit he had kept his body looking good.  When he turned around to face me, I could see he had a great body and a magnificent cock.  Damn, I wish he was gay.

       We talked for a moment, then I went to my room, stripped and took a shower.  In a matter of minutes I was back in the kitchen, naked.  It was all I could do to control my cock.  The sight of a naked Jack made it want to become hard and rampant.  I tried to control my cock but it did get about half hard, and if I may say so myself, it looked good.  We drank a beer and had dinner.  It was nice to have some else in my home, someone to talk to , and yeah, someone to lust over.

       After dinner, I went to my office and finished a couple of things before the market in Hong Kong closed.  I shut things down and went to my media room to watch some television. Jack was watching some TV sitcom.  It looked pretty bad.

       “You like that show,“ I asked.

       “Naah,” was his reply.  “There’s no game on, so I was just surfing to see what was out there to see.“

       “Well, if you don’t mind, I got a couple new porn DVD’s in the mail today, gay BDSM porn.  They say they are pretty rough, and hot.  Do you want to watch one of them?“

       Jack laughed rather nervously, and replied, “Yeah, sure, It will be interesting to see what the ‘other team’ does.  Yeah, let’s do it.“

       We sat in the couch in my media room, watching television.  I decided to test Jack.

       “I need to warn you, I get a massive boner, and I like to stroke myself when I am watching a hot BDSM flick.

       Jack smirked, “Look, a guy is a guy.  He has no control over his cock.  I am sure my cock will be hard sometimes, so let’s accept that our cocks will be hard and appreciate it at that.”

       Good attitude.  I was glad Jack understood.  I put on the gay porn flick, with heavy BDSM action.  The poor slave was kept bound, and whipped on his ass and cock.  His balls were bound tight and slapped.  The master hung weights from his slaves balls, the slapped the weight.  It’s a good thing he was gagged, or the screams might have scared Jack.  At one point the slave was standing, his arms and wrists pulled tightly above his head, and his legs and ankles bound to a spreader bar.  A large well lubricated dildo was shoved up his ass.  The master spent a long time whipping his slaves cock.  Amazingly, his cock stayed rock hard during the whipping.  Amazing what Viagra can do, or perhaps having his cock whipped turned him on.  I know of a bartender here in town who is that way.  Then, after all the torture and whipping, the chastened slave was made to suck his Master’s cock, to completion, swallowing all of his Master’s load.  The whole time his master was flicking his poor abused cock with the whip.

       The action was hot, and my cock was achingly hard.  I suppose the fact the I was constantly stroking in made it a little harder.  I noticed, however, that Jack’s cock was hard.  That surprised me.  He was turned on by two guys making it, one being seriously tortured and made to suck cock.  I acted like I was ignoring Jack, but he was stroking his cock before the video was finished.  I was trying hard to see his face and understand what this meant, so could I take advantage of this new found information.  I had to be careful and not push so hard I ruin any possibilities.

       As the porn DVD was winding down, I surrendered and whacked my cock off, bringing me to a very hot cum.  To keep things from being too messy, I caught my cum in a small hand towel.  As I recovered, I noticed Jack still had a fine erection, but he refrained from finishing off.  It seemed as if he was “edging” himself, holding himself and his cock from cumming, but keeping it ready and hard.

       I turned to Jack, “Go ahead, jack it off.”

       “Naah,” he replied rather nervously.  “The flick was hot, but it did not make me hot enough to cum.”

       I didn’t push any further.  I knew Jack wanted to cum, but didn’t want to admit a gay BDSM video turned him on.  I turned the DVD off and turned on the late evening news.  Jock got off the sofa and walked down the hall to the bathroom.  His rock hard cock bounced as he walked.  I could see a clear drop of pre-cum on the tip of this cock.  I sat back to watch the news of the wars around the world and the stock market.  When I was sure Jack was in the bathroom, I crept down the hall.  Listening at the door, I could hear definite sounds of his jacking off, moaning as he did so.  Now, I had more information that I had to digest.

       After several minutes Jack came back in and sat down on the couch.  He no longer sported his massive erection, but his cock was still about half hard.  After he sat down, we watched and commented on the news, and tomorrows weather.

       I took a chance as asked Jack, “Well, are you comfortable living here, with a naked gay guy who likes the looks of your cock, and whacks off to a gay slave being tortured to Hell and getting excited about it?”

       Jack smiled, and answered, “Yeah, yeah, I understand.  Its cool.  Hell, watching that even aroused me.  I think I would have liked the slave to have been a hot blonde with big tits, but I have to admit it was hot.  I think this will be cool.  We just have to go with the flow…that’s what I am going to do.  You are a good friend to take me in, and I respect your tastes and habits.  So, lets just enjoy what we have.”

       I smiled and finished watching the news, and later, Leno.  After I went to bed, I was still wondering about Jack being aroused watching gay porn.  This is something I must think about.  Before I went to sleep, I swear I heard Jack, in my guest room, jacking off, moaning as he did so.   Very interesting.

       The next few days were hectic.  I had to travel a bit to meet with investors and clients.  Jack was getting settled down in my house.  He proved to be a good housekeeper and an excellent cook.  I did notice that he readily adapted to being naked around the house.  The pleased me as I liked to be that way, and with his great body and magnificent cock, I preferred him to be naked.

       On Friday morning I few to Seattle, and after a series of meetings made it back home a little after 11:00 PM.  I saw lights in the house as I pulled into my garage so knew Jack was awake.  Apparently, Jack did not hear me come in from the garage.  I walked down to the media room were I heard my 60 inch HDTV.  The sounds were of muffled moans and cries and the sound of a whip on tender flesh.  I walked into the media room, and there was Jack, on the leather couch with his back to me, watching a very rough gay BDSM porn flick.  He was stroking a magnificent erection.  His cock was a thing of beauty.

       I thought about it, and decided I did not want to ruin the mood, so I quietly returned to the door to the garage, opened the door and slammed it.  I took my luggage into to my room and dropped the bags on the floor.  I then went down the hall calling to Jack, asking if he was home.

       Jack answered, “Hey, I’m in here watching TV”.

       It was obvious Jack heard me come in the second time because he was still sporting a raging hard-on, only the flick on the TV was a DVD of a rather pretty female slave having her breasts mercilessly whipped.  Interesting. 

       Jack and I made some small talk, the I excused myself as I was tired.  I went to my room, stripped and showered.  Just before I slipped into my bed, I did go peek in the media room, and there was Jack.  Once again he was watching the gay BDSM porn, and was stroking a massive cock.

       The next morning I was up early.  I had nothing planned for the day.  It was a good day to get used to not wearing clothing, again.  I was in the kitchen making breakfast when a naked Jack came into the room.  We made small talk as he set the table and I served breakfast.  As we munched on eggs, ham, wheat toast and fresh strawberries, we talked about the last few days.  Job hunts had been futile, and he shopped for groceries for us.  Finally Jack seemed to get quiet. Finally, he spoke.

       “Mark, when you watch your gay porn, and see some poor slave being tortured and made to suck the cock of his master, or several men, have you ever mentally put yourself in that position.  You know, like having your cock whipped, your balls tied, maybe weights attached, and forced to suck cock, maybe while another guy fucks you in the ass while you are made to suck several cocks?”

       I was stunned, and my cock nearly leapt upon the table at his question.  “Well, yes, I suppose so.  That did happen to me once, but I know I am dominant so that is the way I swing.  But, I admit there was something exciting about being made to do that.”

       Jack was quiet again, then asked, “How bad does it hurt to be whipped and tortured?  That’s gotta hurt bad.”

       My cock was out of control at this point.  “Sure it hurts.  But the pain is delicious when you know you are at the sexual whim of anyone who has control of you.  You do things you would not normally do when you are bound and helpless, and under sexual torture.   There is something terribly exciting about that.  Why do you ask.”

       Jack replied, rather sheepishly, “Oh, just wondered.  When you watch a DVD that is that intense, you have to wonder what is going on mentally.”

       I noticed Jack seemed to be concerned only about the torture, and not being made to suck cock.  The conversation seemed to meander after that.  But, my mind was racing 200 miles an hour.  Jack was seriously wondering what it would be like to be a sex slave, and I seriously wanted to make his a sex slave.  How to do this?  That evening I put my plan in action.

       I went to work on making Jack my sex slave.  I already had a plentiful supply of ropes, handcuffs, leather restrains and torture items.  One of my bedrooms had been turning into a ‘game room’ and torture chamber.  I had to concentrate on methodology.  A doctor friend of mine gave me a good supply of Viagra.  I worked on my plan, which would involve time.  By that I mean, I need to be around the house for a couple of weeks, at least.  After I take Jack captive, I have to keep him that way until he is ‘converted’.  I am not trying to change Jack, I just want to expose and bring out his gay submissive side.  If this did not work, I could be in a lot of trouble, but my cock was leading me on, so I kept planning and scheming

       During this planning period, Jack and I kept talking.  Generally he brought up the subject of sexual slavery.  It was interesting that He never mentioned making a woman his slave, or being slave to a woman.  It was always about a man being a sexual slave to another man.

       We kept watching gay BDSM porn, the rougher the better.  I wanted to see if he was repulsed by what we were watching.  On the contrary, his cock became rigidly hard as he was stroking it while he watch.  One evening, the gay BDSM porn flick was particularly rough.  The bound gay slave’s balls where whipped until some droplets of blood could be seen on the stretched skin of his tightly bound balls.  The slave’s cock was whipped until it was nearly purple, yet he had a massive cum.

       Jack was spell bound, rapidly working his cock.  When the slave was brought to a cum, Jack lost control and his cock erupted squirting out massive jets of steaming cum.  He even got some on me.  Globs of his pearl like cum splattered onto my thigh, my belly and balls, as well as on my cock, on the shaft and the head.  When he calmed down and realized what had happened, he was somewhat embarrassed.

       “Aww, Damn Mark.  I’m sorry I made such a mess.  Damn, man, let me clean this up.  I am really sorry.”

       I smiled as Jack went to get a damp cloth to clean up his cum, the cum from his cock, while he was watching gay BDSM porn of some poor bastard being tortured, severely.  When Jack came back into the room, he again apologized.

       “Mark, man, I am really sorry.”

       “Just clean me off, and it will be OK.”

       It was interesting s Jack used the warm moist cloth to wipe his cum from my naked thigh. Then he cleaned his cum from my belly.  It was simple, but my balls created another problem.  His cum had run down and under my balls.  I sat there, waiting to see how he would handle this.  He looked at me, and I looked back waiting for him to clean my balls while I spread my legs.  Almost delicately, he cupped my balls with his left hand, picked them up and wiped them off.  It felt good, and Jack didn’t seem to have any hang up on touching another man’s balls.  Now, my rigid cock was another issue.  Jack, still holding my balls, was staring at my cum splattered rigid cock.  There was actually more than I thought.  He did not seem sure about touching it.  Finally, he put my balls down and grasped the shaft of my erect cock at the base and lifted away from my body.  His other hand, with the moist cloth, was wrapped around the upper portions of my cock.  It seemed as if he was rubbing his cum from my cock, he was in fact stroking it.  He was staring at my cock as he stroked it.  He caught me looking at him and what he was doing, and he apologized again, laying my cock back on my belly.

       “Did you get it all off my cock,” I asked.

       He grasped my cock again.  I deliberately made it throb in his hand.  He paused, looking at it.  Again he wiped it off in a stroking motion.  It seemed to me that he spent more time than needed to clean my cock.  He gave the head of my cock a lot of attention.  Then, when he was finished, he laid my very erect cock back on my belly, the curiously, he patted it three times before he pulled his hand away.  Curious indeed.

       I thought I would push a little more, saying,  “I think some of your cum is still on the head of my cock.”

       Jack picked up my cock again, and even though he had wiped the head of my cock, with a stroking motion on the shaft, he wiped, massaged, fondled, or any other words you want to use, the head of my cock.  I deliberately made my cock throb as he toyed with it.

       “Did I get it all,” he asked as he continued to hold and gently stroke my cock. 

       I smiled and replied, “No problem, but if you were my slave, I would have to punish you, you know that.  I would have made you lick my cock clean and suck it off, and then I would have punished you.”

       “Wh…what kind of punishment?”

       “Well, the last time this happened, I tied his wrists behind his back, tied up his balls nice and tight, give his cock a nice whipping, then ordered him to suck me to a cum.  I think after that he would be a little more careful about spilling his cum on other people.”

       Jack’s eyes became bigger, and I swear his freshly jacked off cock leaped.  It started to become hard again.  He stuttered and mumbled something, then left the room.  I knew then I had to make Jack my bitch.  I decided to put my plan in action the next day.

       The next evening we were watching HDTV again, watching a movie I ordered from ’OnDemand”.  It was some action flick.  Earlier I had acquired three or four “Roofies”, the date rape drug.  When I got a couple of beers for us to drink, I spiked Jack’s beer with a roofie.  I also added some Viagra.  It didn’t take long before it hit him and he was out of it.  I had a chance to look at his great body without him knowing it.  I played with his cock which got hard without Jack knowing it.  I was buzzed about this.  I stroked his cock for several minutes, then kissed it’s throbbing head.  I slipped my mouth over it and began to suck.  I liked the taste of his cock.  I made sure I did not make him cum.  Not allowing his sexual satisfaction was going to be critical to making him my bitch.  I loved his magnificent cock, and was determined to make Jack my in-house permanent sex slave, with whom anything was possible. 

       First, I wrestled Jack back to his room.  Once his naked body was on the bed I went to work.  First, using a pair of Smith & Wesson Police handcuffs, I locked his wrists behind his back.  Next, I locked a chrome ball stretcher around the top of his ball sack, just below his cock.  This stretcher was about an inch or so wide, and had two “eye“ loops on each side.  It was hinged, so it was tighter than the slip on type.  The stretcher could not be removed without a key.  While it placed pressure on his balls, it did allow for blood flow.  The two “eye“ rings or loops was for attaching chains or leashes.  This ball stretcher would be a permanent item on Jack’s balls, at least until I removed it.

       Jack had magnificent balls.  If was fun to fondle them, and to lock the stretcher tightly around the top of the ball sack and lock it there with a small pad lock.  I made sure it would be impossible for Jack to remove the stretcher.   I locked a short narrow chain to the ball stretcher, then I pulled the chain tightly between his legs, pulling his balls back between his thighs, tightly, and connected the chain to his handcuffs.  Now there was some strain on his balls, and if he attempted to move his hands it would pull on his balls, the strain would be more uncomfortable.  Anytime he moved his cuffed wrists, he would be pulling on his balls.  Finally, I locked another section of chain to the front of his ball stretcher and pulled it to the front.  This was an eight foot length of chain which would serve as a leash, or to secure Jack some where.  When you are locked to a fixed object, by your balls, it does limit ones options.  I did make sure the circulation was not impeded to his balls by this chain.  Would not want to damage those beauties.  I locked the other end of the leash to the frame of the bed.  Lastly, I locked another length of this chain around his neck, locking the other end to the head of the bed.  Now, nothing to do until morning.

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”.

Jack’s Reluctant Conversion

Chapter Three

       So far my plan seems to be working.  I had to do a little bit more with Jack before my day was done.  Remember, I told Jack that someday he would suck the cock of any man I put in front of him, and submit his ass to be fucked.  I had to prepare him. 

       It was bed time.  I changed Jack’s bondage to leather wrist cuffs. behind him, and a leather strap around his elbows.  The steel ball stretcher was still in place, along with a chain to his wrist cuffs, with a longer chain in front, which I locked to the frame of the bed.  Before locking him down for the night, I made him get on his knees, on the bed, and bend over putting his face on the bed.  Now his magnificent ass was raised and available for what I had in mind.  His balls and cock were in view.

       Poor Jack, he could not see what I was doing.  After I temporarily released the chain from his balls to his wrists, I was greasing up a rather large butt plug.  I was also greasing up his ass hole.  He tried to complain, but when he did, I merely jerked on his balls.  Jack shut his mouth.

       When Jack least expected it, I pushed the butt plug into his ass hole.  He groaned, lurching forward and squirming about to adjust to this phallic intruder.  This type of butt plug will not slip out.  It has to be removed.  To make sure it stayed in place, I put a leather harness around Jack’s waist, running a strap through his crotch and ass crevice, pushing the plug deeper into his ass, and insuring it could not be removed.  The strap was split in the front. Running on either side of his cock and balls.  I reattached the ball chain to his wrists.  Let’s face it, between a steel collar, ball stretcher, various chains, a butt plug and harness, Jack has a lot of equipment on and around his body, genitals and ass hole.

       Finally, I put Jack to bed, locking a chain around his neck and to the head of the bed.  I noticed his cock was ragingly hard.  I grasped it and started to stroke it.  Jack closed his eyes and groaned as he started to move his hips to the rhythm of my hand.  I worked on his cock, kissing it and sucking until he was about to cum, then I stopped and abandoned his poor aching throbbing cock.  I saw a tear in the corner of his eye as I turned out the lights and went to my bedroom.  Sleep did not come easy as my cock was raising it’s lusty head again.  I wanted to jerk it off, but decided to save it for tomorrow.  I am sure I want Jack to have another serving of my cum.

       Morning, and I am up in the shower.  When I finished drying off and shaving, I went into check on Jack.  He was awake, seemingly patiently waiting for me to release him.  To say the least, he was magnificent laying there all trussed up, and naked.  His cock, while magnificent, was now somewhat soft, not rearing up like last evening.  I would change that, but later.

       I unchained Jack from his bed and led him to another bathroom.  This bathroom was “slave proof”, just off my game room.  I had used it with other slaves.  I have a rather long chain attached to the wall of the bathroom.  I locked it to Jack’s steel collar.  I unhooked the chain from his balls to his wrists, but left it and the longer leash chain dangling from his balls.  The leash chain was locked to an eyebolt in the floor just outside the bathroom.  The chains allowed him enough room to take care of what he had to do.  The neck chain would allow him to get into the shower, but would not let him leave the bathroom.  The ball chain allowed me to secure him from outside the room.  He would have to remain in the bathroom until I released him, on my terms.

       “Jack, I am going to release you so you can take a shit, and piss, as well as take a shower and shave.  The chain to your neck and collar is anchored to a steel beam.  You will not be able to break it, or get it loose.  There is still restrictions to your balls that you cannot get off.  Why am I telling you this?  Just don’t start any shit and you won’t get hurt.”

       Jack nodded his head, then said, “Mark, I don’t know what to say.  I am asking you to release me, and we can forget this happened.  If you don’t, when I get a chance, I will report you to the police.  This is bull shit, and it has to stop now.”

       I smiled and replied, “Jack, what are you going to say to them.  You live with a gay guy, you both are naked in the house, all the time.  You watch gay BDSM porn and jack off while doing so.  You jacked off and squirted me with your cum.  You don’t work and you are acting as my maid, house keeper and companion.  What do you think they are going to say about that?’

       Jack looked defeated.  He had never thought in those terms.  Slowly he turned and went into the bathroom.  As he went I watch his right hand move to his cock and give it a stroke.

       “Jack, you can remove the butt plug in your ass, but make sure you clean it up.  When you get through with your morning ablutions, I want you to give yourself an enema.  You will find the equipment in the bottom drawer of the sink cabinet.  By the way, if you jack off, I will bust your balls and whip your cock until you think it will fall off.”

       Jack turned and started to say something, but I turned and walked away, heading up to the kitchen.  My cock was hardening as this scene unfolded.  I made coffee and watched the morning news on television.  Nothing new, just the same old war, same old Congress, and a rotten economy.  Silently I appreciated the economy being in the bad shape it was in.  It was the bad economy that sent Jack to me for help, and quite possibly his sexual slavery.  To every cloud a silver lining.  I gave Jack nearly an hour to get himself ready for the day.

       There in my “slave” bathroom was Jack.  All clean and primped.  He looked good, and I do believe his cock was nearly at full erection.  Interesting, because I had not given him any Viagra.  Let’s see what we shall see.

       “Jack, come to the door of the bathroom and turn you back to me.  I want to see you wrists crossed behind your back.”

       He was very obedient and did as I ordered.  I locked leather cuffs tightly around his wrists, locking them, and then locking them together behind his back with a padlock.  I released his steel collar from the wall chain, and like wise the leash chain attached to his balls from the eye bolt in the floor.  Next was the test.  I told him to bend over, sticking his ass out at me and to remain very still.  Again, I lubricated his ass hole, and the butt plug.  I ordered him to be very still as I inserted the butt plug.  He did groan a little when I pushed the plug into his ass, anchoring it there.  He seemed to tolerate it better than last night.  I reached between his thighs and gave his balls a squeeze to let him know I was still boss.  I made him stand up and face me.  His cock was fully erect.  I smiled, and bending down I kissed the head of his cock as it throbbed.  Then, for good measure, I slapped his cock and watched it bounce.  Now he was ready for breakfast.

       Leading him by the ball chain leash, I took him to the kitchen and sat him down in his special chair, making his balls drop into the hole in the seat, and then locking his balls to the chair as well as his ankles.  I stood up and looked down at his cock, and so help me, it was erect, hard, rigid, as it could be.  I had not touched his cock since we left the “slave bedroom“, he had no Viagra, but there it was, a beautiful erection.  As I did the last time, I used four little straps attached to the seat of the chair and strapped his cock tightly to the seat of the chair.  It throbbed against if bondage.  It was a beautiful sight.

       I reached down and teased the beautiful heated purple head of his cock.  I got a little pre-cum on my finger.  I showed it to Jack.

       “Don’t even tell me you are not aroused by what is happening to you.  Look, your pre-cum on my finger.  That means you are aroused.  Now, open you mouth and suck your jism from my fingers.”        

       I held my moist finger to his lips.  He hesitated the opened his mouth and sucked my finger clean.  When I pulled my finger from his mouth, he blushed, but his cock was throbbing, pre-cum leaking on to the chair seat.   I must remember to make his lick his pre-cum from the seat.

       We ate a light breakfast, me feeding Jack as he was still helpless.  Than after breakfast we had a talk.  I turned his chair sideways to the table, and place my chair in front of him.  My cock was very rigid so I stroked it as I talked to Jack.

       “Jack, I can tell, while you may protest your imprisonment, you must like what is happening because you are aroused.  Your cock tells me you are excited about being my bitch, my sex slave.  I don’t care what you may say, your body says otherwise.  Tell, me, how did you like sucking my cock last night?”

       Jack sat there, quietly watching me stroke my cock, then periodically looking at his delightfully throbbing and imprisoned cock.  “Please…uh”, he started, hesitantly.  “I…uh…don’t know what I think.  I am confused.”

       He paused again.  I thought he needed a little encouragement, so I leaned down and released his cock from the chairs straps.  Grasping his mighty erection I began to stroke his cock.  He groaned as I was working his cock.

       “Continue,” I said as I slapped his cock a couple of times, then continued gently stroking him.  “Did you like sucking my cock last night?”

       He continued to look down at his cock as I played with it, and replied, “OK, yes, I did.  I can’t explain it, but I did.  You have driven me insane with my cock and arousing me.  I don’t know why you won’t let me cum, and that is driving me crazy.”

       I smiled back, “Well, my dear sex slave and bitch, that is part of the plan.  When I think you are submissive enough, and obedient enough, I will let you cum.  Until then, no cum for you.”

       “Please, Mark, don’t leave me like this.  I am going out of my mind.  All I can think of is my cock and what you are doing to it.”

       I removed my hand from his aching cock and stood up, Jack letting out a soft moan of disappointment.  I think now is the time for the next step in his slaver.  Releasing his balls and ankles from the chair, I had Jack stand.  Using his ball leash I lead him to the “game room”.  With a rigid cock bouncing as he walked, Jack obeyed the pressure on his balls and followed me.

       I have a special low table, similar to a coffee table.  It is very rugged and has leather upholstery on the top.  At various points of this table there are leather straps.  Jack obeyed when I told him to kneel at the table end and bend over it.  His abdomen, chest and head were lying on the table, while his cock and balls were exposed, as well as his ass, his butt plug filled ass.  I strapped him down so he could not move.  He hands were still locked in leather cuffs behind his back.  I even made him spread his thighs, allowing me to strap them to the table legs, keeping him open to my ministrations..  To Jack’s relief I removed the butt plug from his ass.  From the wall I retrieved a flogger whip, of medium weight.  I began to methodically whip Jack’s back, ass and the backs of his thighs.  I even let the whip sneak in between his thighs and deliver a little punishment to his balls and cock.  Finally, I concentrated on his ass.  Even though the whipping of his ass was substantial, I noted his cock never receded, and Jack never struggled against his bonds to avoid the whip.  Remember, I had not given him any Viagra.  His erection was from his own arousal.  He must have some affinity for the whip.  I love it.

       I put the whip down, and as Jack was adjusting to the residual pain and heat from the whip, I slipped a condom over my rigid cock.  His ass hole was already lubricated, so I just lubed up my condom.  KY Jelly is a miracle.  I got on my knees behind Jack and eased my cock to the entrance to his ass.  I felt Jack stiffen a bit, then as I started to shove my cock into his ass, he really braced for it.  The butt plug I had used on him overnight and this morning made my entrance into his ass easier and was not very painful.  His ass was tight.  My cock enjoyed that tightness as I fucked him.  I was never much for anal sex, but I was enjoying this.  Yes, I admit it, I prefer for my cock to be sucked.  In this case, Jack was being educated on what would be expected of his as my sex slave.

       I must admit, my cock felt good in Jack’s ass.  I could tell, even with his tight bondage, he was attempting to move with the rhythm of my cock.  His heavy breathing told me of his arousal.  Just before I had a climax, I pulled my cock from Jack’s ass.  To my pleasant surprise, I heard a very soft moan of disappointment from him.  I checked his cock and found pre-cum dribbling from his throbbing hard cock.  I take this as a good sign.  I pulled the condom from my now raging cock.

       I moved around to the side of the “coffee table” to Jack’s head, which was now facing sideways, facing me.  I moved my rigid cock to his lips to see what he would do.  To my delight, he moved his head as best he could and kissed the head of my cock, getting my pre-cum on his lips.  He tongue flicked out and licked off the pre-cum.  Then he opened his mouth to accept my cock, which I generously gave him.  I fucked his mouth with abandon.  I was near a cum while fucking his ass, so it did not take long for me to unload in his “willing” mouth.  When I finally came back to earth from my climax, I noted quite a bit of my cum was on the table in from of his mouth.  Now would be the next test for Jack.

       I released him from the table, but left his wrists behind his back.  Now was the time for see how he would handle more slave duties.  I sat down in an easy chair, and ordered Jack to kneel between my thighs.

       “Jack, my cock is still oozing cum.  Suck me dry and clean my cock.  This is something you will always do, or be punished.”

       Using the flogger whip I flicked his exposed cock with the thongs.  Jack quickly bent to his task and sucked my cock clean and dry.  Next would be a more serious test.

       “Now, we have a problem”, I said as I brought the whip down on this erect cock again, on harder.

       “When I came in your mouth, you let some of my cum escape and soiled the table top.  You will crawl over to the table and lick the cum from the table, making sure it is clean”.

       I brought the whip down across his cock again.  Jack flinched, paused, then turned and crawled to the table, and true to my orders, licked the table top clean of my cum.  Next he was to clean up his pre-cum that had dribbled on the stone floor.  After pausing for a moment he did as he was told.  This was proving to be a good morning.

       This was Saturday, so later in the day we both adjourned to the television room to watch some foot ball.  I was naked, naturally, and Jack was naked with his wrists still locked behind his back, and his ball stretcher was still in place, and connected to the chain leash.

       After sitting down on the couch, beside each other, I turned on the television to watch the game.   I won’t tell you which college game we were watching.  Why?  Well, the respective colleges may not want to be linked to a gay white slaver.

       I locked Jack‘s ball leash to the leg of the couch.  I wanted him to know is was my prisoner, at all times.  As we watched the game I fondled Jack’s cock.  He had a difficult morning, yet I had not allowed his a climax.  He was still without Viagra, but his cock was still hot and hard.  So, as we watched the game, I was stroking Jack’s cock, and mine, too.  I watched Jack.  His cock was hot, and throbbing.  I would manipulate his cock until he was about to cum, then I would stop, denying his any satisfaction.  I even sucked it several times.  I want Jack to get used to sucking a cock, and to have his cock sucked by a man.  At one point Jack begged me to let him cum.

       “Mark, please, I will do anything, just let me cum.  My balls are aching and my cock is driving me crazy.  Please, anything, just let me cum.”

       Smiling, I replied, “Well, ok, but there is a price.”

       Without a pause, a hopefully Jack answered, “Sure, OK, what is the price?”

       “OK, I will let you cum, after you submit to a good cock whipping.  Your wrists will still be tied behind your back, but you will not be bound to a whipping post or some other point.  You will have to stand there, pushing your cock out so I can whip it.  If you jerk back to avoid the whip, then all bets are off.  You will have to go another 24 hours and try it again.”

       Jack swallowed hard, paused, then replied, “OK…, I will submit my cock to your whip.”

       Wow!  What progress we have made.  I couldn’t hardly wait until the game was over.  All and all, it was a miserable game.  I should have turned it off, but I wanted to keep teasing Jack’s cock for another hour or so, then bring out the whip.  I was looking forward to that.

       I reached over to a drawer in an end table next to the couch and pulled out a light to medium weighted flogger.  This should work well on Jack’s cock.  I want to punish his cock, hurt him, but not be so cruel as to kill his arousal.  I grasped his rigid cock.

       “Jack, I am going to take you at your word.  Stand up and walk to the middle of the room.”

       I don’t think he expected his cock to be torture at this moment, perhaps at a later time.  He sat there stunned as I stroked his cock.  Jack started to get up so I released his cock.  He did get up and walked to the middle of the room as directed.

       “Now, push you hips forward, pushing your cock out so I can whip it.  Present your cock.”

       He did so.  It was a very hot sight.  A handsome man, a prisoner, with his wrists locked behind his back pushing his cock out to be whipped.  My cock was raging.  I got up and walk to where Jack was standing.  Grasping his cock, I began to stroke it again.  I even leaned down and took it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it’s engorged heated head.  I heard Jack moan with pleasure as his cock throbbed in my mouth.

       “Now, I am going to whip you cock, as hard as I want, and as long as I want.  You are to stand there, pushing your cock out to be whipped.  If you attempt to protect you cock by avoiding the whip, you will be punished and will not have a climax for another twenty four hours.  Do you understand me?”

       Jack nodded his head, answering, “Yes, Sir, I understand”

       “OK, I want you to push your cock out as far as  you can, and when you are ready to be whipped, say ’Please, Sir, whip me cock.”

       Jack struggled but did succeed in making his cock even more available to my whip.  He was looking down at his cock when he said, “Please, Sir, whip my cock.”

       I wanted to prolong this event.  I started out rather mildly, just making his cock bounce as I flicked it with my flogger.  I increased the rhythm of my lash and the severity.  Jack’s eyes closed as he bore this punishment.  His magnificent cock remained erect, even without the aid of Viagra.   Several times he flinched and acted as if he were going to pull his cock back to relative safety, but he did not.  Toward the end of this cock flogging he was moaning, and stifling yells of pain.  I have to hand it to him, he took this cock whipping better than I would.  But, that doesn’t matter, does it?  He is a prisoner slave, and I am his tormentor.

       Finally, I dropped my whip, leaving Jack standing in the middle of this room with a will whipped cock.  I am still amazed this during this entire scene, his cock remained hard.  That tells me this torment of his cock was a turn on for him.  Painful, yet a turn on.

       I pulled out a bottle of lotion and put a rather large dollop in my hand.  I want to Jack and grasped his cock and began to apply the lotion.  His cock had just received a rather severe whipping, and the lotion would do it some good.  I must admit that my applying lotion to his cock and stroking it to rub the lotion in would continue to raise his need to have a climax.  After a few minute, when I felt he was near a cum, I stopped.  It was time to give him a climax, but on my terms.

       “Jack, lets go back to the game room.  We are going to whack off your cock.”

       Jack turned and walked back to the game/bedroom.  His wrists were still locked behind his back, the ball stretcher was still in place, and the chains attached to the ball stretcher was dangling to the floor.  I followed Jack without hanging onto his ball chain.  Jack was in for another surprise.

       Once in the play room, I had Jack lay down on the same table I used earlier to fuck his ass.  This time, however, I had him lay face up, his bound wrists trapped under him.  I positioned him with his head and back on the table, but his ass was hanging off the edge of the table.  After I strapped him down, I locked leather ankle cuffs on his legs, then attach ropes to each cuff.  These rope were put through eye bolts mounted on the ceiling.  Pulling on the rope, I raised his legs high into the air.  This action cause his legs to be widely spread.  I tied the ropes off, trapping Jack with his legs held high, in a spread condition, making his body, especially his cock, balls, and his asshole available to me.  Yeah, I said ass hole.  You will see what I have in mind.

       Now, I wanted to tease Jack a bit more.  I stroked his cock, and even sucked it for a little bit to put him at the edge again.  He was moaning with arousal and the pleasure of having his cock stroked and sucked.  I am sure he did not know what was going to happen.

       I released his raging cock while I lubricated his ass hole.  I also removed the ball stretcher that had been attached to his balls for the last two days.  I didn’t want that to get in the way of what I was going to do.  After I put another condom on my cock, I lubricated it.  Now I was ready.  I moved up on my knees until my cock touched Jack’s ass hole.  With a surprised look on his face he raised his head and looked down past his erect cock to see what I was doing.  I smiled as I pushed my cock into his ass.  Once I was in, I began to fuck his ass.  I could tell he was used to it, and resigned to an ass fucking, I grasped his cock, stroking it.  I fucked his ass, matching the rhythm of my cock strokes to my hand strokes.  Jack was moaning and attempting to hump my hand, but his bonds held him fast.

       I increased the pressure on his ass and cock.  I knew it would not take very long for him to cum, given the built up pressure on his balls and cock, not to mention the anticipation of a climax that had been denied him.  I began fucking his ass with abandon, and putting the same pressure on his cock.

       I heard it, a deep groan from Jack.  The groan was coming from deep in his chest.  He head was moving back and forth like a mad man.  Then I felt it.  His scorching hot cock was throbbing like a piston and suddenly red hot jets of cum spurted from his overheated cock.  Cum was being sprayed on Jack chest and face.  Some spurted onto the table where Jack was bound.  He kept moaning and moving his head, totally lost in his climax.  I kept stroking his cock, attempting to match the rhythm of his climax.  At one point, it seemed as if Jack fainted, but then he came back to earth as I continued to stroke his flagging cock and fuck his ass.

       When he finally settled down from his erotic high, I pulled my cock from his ass and pulled off the condom.  I move to Jack’s head, and standing over him, looking down at his still throbbing cock, I bent over, putting my cock to Jack’s lips.  With no hesitation he opened his mouth and took my cock, his tongue lashing the heated tip, welcoming my cock.  It didn’t take long for me, either.  I fucked Jack’s mouth until I came.  It wasn’t as glorious and violent as Jack’s climax, but it was a very good one, filling Jack’s mouth and throat with my issue.  Jack was able to swallow it all.

       We both rested, Jack still strapped to the table, and me on the couch next to the table.  After I regained myself, I got up and reattached the ball stretcher to Jack’s balls.  I did examine the area before the reattachment to make sure his balls and ball sack were not being damaged.  They weren’t, so the stretcher, complete with it’s chains, was reattached.  I looked over at Jack.  His eyes were closed and there was a contented smile on his face.  I hope that smile stays with him, be cause he has a clean up job to do.  I noticed several places on the whipping/fucking table, there is evidence of his cum splattered there.  I fully expect him to lick it up.     

Jack’s Reluctant Conversion

Chapter four

       It was Saturday evening, and yet another step in Jack’s training.  I was expecting a friend of mine.  He is a blazing queen, yet with a major sadistic bent.  He always has a sex slave around him, whom he treats horribly.  The slaves seem to love it and keep coming back to him.  I wanted to introduce him to Jack, or rather, introduce Jack to Brian.

At about 7:00 PM I took Jack to my “game room”  He was, gagged, naked as you can expect, with his hands locked behind his back.  I had installed the steel ball stretcher with is accompanying chains earlier.  Once in the “game room” I tied Jack to the whipping post, face out.  I used straps to hold him against the post.  His cock was magnificent.  I had laced his food and drink with Viagra during the day.  The reason for not telling him I use Viagra, is that I want him to think his cock is rigidly erect because of what is happening to him.  The logic here is, ‘If my cock is hard, and aching for a cum, then I must like and be aroused by what is happening to me.’

       I left Jack there and went to wait for Brian.  True to his nature, Brian arrived a bit late, around 7:45 PM.  As usual, he entered my front door with the flourish of a French King, or in the case, a French Queen.  On a leash behind him was a rather diminutive young man who looked like a young boy.  He was not bound and was wearing a blue jogging suit.

       “Dahling!  How good it is to see you,” Brian gushed as he entered the room.  “It has been forever.  Geoffrey, come, come, come here quickly, hurry, hurry.   I want you to meet a delightful sadist.”

       Geoffrey came forward and bowed, taking my hand and kissing it.  I had never been greeted this way, but it was amusing..

       “Geoffrey, be a good slave, and show this good man the advantages your jogging suit.  I think slaves should always be naked, don‘t you?”

       I nodded my head and replied, “Of course I do.  I forbid slaves to wear clothing in my home.”

       Geoffrey released my hand and stood in front of me, smiling.  He grasped the front of his jogging trousers and pulled out, rapidly.  His trousers came apart and fell to the floor.  The front and back halves were connected by Velcro.  Geoffrey stood there naked from the waist.  To my surprise, given his small statue, he was blessed with a magnificent and enormous cock.  As I was admiring his cock, he pulled his jacket off in the same manner as his trousers.  It was then I could see his body.  He was rather small with a boyish body, but well built with this grand cock.  As he stood there, his cock took on a life of its own as it became rigid, rising magnificently from his loins.  I am sure Brian enjoys this cock, regularly.  I was not close enough to see, for sure, but I believe I could see whip striations on Geoffrey’s cock and thighs.

       “Geoffrey,” Brian addressed him.  “Take these hand cuffs and put them on, behind your back, tightly.”

       Geoffrey took the cuffs and locked his wrists behind his back.  After doing so he stood there at attention, his erect cock dominating the room.  Brian walked behind him to check the cuffs, then retrieved a quirt type whip from the satchel he always carried with him.

       “Geoffrey, present your cock, now,” bellowed Brian.

       Geoffrey straighten his shoulders and pushed his pelvis out, shoving his cock out for inspection, or for what ever Brian wanted to do.  (Brian gave me the idea of a slave presenting his cock.)  To my surprise, Brian raised his quirt high in the air, and brought is sharply down on Geoffrey’s cock.  His rigid cock bounced and swayed under this attack.  Before Geoffrey could gather his wits, Brian stuck his cock with an even more brutish blow, twice.  Geoffrey gathered his wits and attempted to bend over to protect his cock.  Brian would have none of it. 

       Brian slapped Geoffrey as he ordered, “Stand up, you miserable little shit.  Present your cock!”

       Amazingly, Geoffrey did as ordered and Brian brought his whip down three more times.  Even though it was still erect, Geoffrey’s cock was showing evidence of this assault.

       An indignant Brian addressed a sobbing Geoffrey again.  “I have told you a hundred times that you always cuff your self behind the back, and always make sure to make the cuffs tight.  Now that I have your attention, make sure the cuffs are tight, NOW!

       I watched as Geoffrey. With tears in his eyes, tightened his cuffs with a metallic click, two clicks, in fact.  My cock was hard from watching this event.  Brian can be a bastard, but his slaves seem to love it.  As I said, they keep coming back for more.

       Brian put the quirt away and came back to Geoffrey.  With his hand he wiped the tears from the boys face, and kissed him on the mouth.  He reached down and grasped Geoffrey’s well whipped cock and began to stroke it.

       “Now, do you understand that you must do exactly what you are told,” Brian questioned.

       Geoffrey, tears still in his eyes, kissed Brian and replied, “Yessir, thank you for correcting me.”

       “There, there,” replied Brian.  “Now, got to Mark, kneel in front of him, beg his forgiveness for your bad behavior and ask to suck his cock.”

       As Geoffrey knelt before me, my cock got even harder.  I had just watched a delightful act of brutal sadism, and now to have my cock sucked.  Nirvana!

       “Mark, sir, I am sorry you had to witness my behavior.  Would you please let me suck your cock?”

       Without replying, I opened my robe and presented Geoffrey with my erect cock.  I answered, “Yes, you can suck my cock.  It is only proper since it is erect because of you, and Brain.”

       Geoffrey went straight to work on my cock.  I have to hand it to the little guy, he knew his way around an erect cock.  Before very long, my cock was letting me know that a climax would soon be on its way.  I did not want to cum right then, so I stopped Geoffrey ministrations.

       “Slave, you can stop now.  I want to cum later.  I will let you be the one who sucks me off, but a little later.”

       I turned to Brian, and said, “My Friend, lets adjourn to my ‘game room‘.  I want you to meet my newly acquired slave.  He is in training, so do not release him under any circumstance, and for now, do not let him cum.”

       Brian smiled and answered, “Yeah, I understand about controlling his climax.  I do the same with this little dear.  Geoffrey, when is the last time you were allowed to cum?”

       Geoffrey looked down at the ground, and his still erect cock, and replied, “Sir, it has been about three or four days.”

       Brian grasped his slave’s cock , stroking it, asked, “Does that feel good?”

       “Oh, Yes sir.”

       “Would you like me to give you a cum, even if it meant consenting to a rather severe cock whipping?”

       Geoffrey never paused as he replied, “Oh, yes sir!”

       “What if I wanted to whip your cock with a hundred serious strokes of the whip, even a single tail whip?”

       Geoffrey blushed and replied, “Yes, Sir.”

       Brian gave Geoffrey’s cock a loving squeeze, then kissed him, “Oh, you dear boy.  I don’t know what I am going to do with you.  Although…there is that Sheik in Dubai who offered me a million dollars for you.  But, no, you are mine and if you are a really good slave, and don’t make any more mistakes, I may let you cum.”

       A humbled Geoffrey replied, “Yessir.  Thank your, Sir.  Please, Sir, don’t sell me to the Sheik.”

       Brian kissed him again, “Well, we shall see, shan’t we.”

       Brian turned to me and said, “Now, show me this new animal you have.”

       Grasping Geoffrey’s cock, jerking it, pulling it, and using it as a leash, said, “Come boy, come let’s see what Mark has in his back room.”

       I followed as Brian jerked on Geoffrey’s cock, literally dragging him to my “game room” by the cock.  I wondered how Jack would survive living with Brian for a week.  Interesting thought.  Perhaps that might happen.

       “Oh, my God!  What a magnificent animal you have.  Look at his body, and his cock.  How did  you get him?”

       “It’s a long story, one I will tell you later.  First, I want you to become more acquainted with him.”

       Brian handed Geoffrey’s leash to me and went to Jack.  He looked a little scared of Brian, and well he should be.  Brian ran his hands all over Jack’s body, slapping his ass,  running his hands over his muscled chest.  He spent a great deal of time playing with and stroking Jack’s cock and restrained balls.  The whole time Brian was talking about Jack, what should be, or could be done to and with him.  He slapped Jack’s cock and watched this rigid member bounce and sway.  Then he stood back and assessed my slave. 

       I was sitting on the couch with Geoffrey.  I was playing with his cock, stroking its magnificent length.  Geoffrey was squirming around as he was close to a climax.

       I slapped his cock, then grasped his balls, squeezing them, saying, “Little slave, don’t you dare cum.  You will regret for a very long time.”

       I slapped his cock again as I continued to squeeze his balls.  Geoffrey grimaced and replied, “Yes, Sir.  I won’t cum.”

       Even as he said that, the insides of his thighs were quivering.  Just them Brian spoke.  “Geoffrey, get over here, now.  Get on your knees and suck Mark’s new animal.  Suck his cock.  Suck him, make him miserable because you are not going to let him cum.  Now, get to it.”

       Geoffrey knelt to his task and poor Jack wanted to cum so badly.  In a moment of two I could see the muscles in his belly moving, and his thighs were also quivering.

       Brian bellowed out, “Geoffrey, stop sucking.  Just hold his cock in your mouth while I whip him.  Just flick the tip of his cock with your tongue, but DON’T let him cum!”

       Brian, using a flogger began to whip Jack.  He started on his chest, then moved down and around to Jack ass.  Even though Jack was tied with his back to the whipping post, Brian could still reach the sides of his ass and thighs.  Jack was struggling, but, could not avoid the whip.

       Brian changed Geoffrey’s assignment.  “Geoffrey, go to Mark, and suck his cock, NOW!”

       Now Brian looked back at Jack.  He grasped Jacks cock and stroked it for a moment or two.  Then, without saying a word, he raise his whip and brought it down across Jack’s cock.  The next blow as on the head of Jack’s cock, causing him to jump with the pain of the very sensitive area.  His rigid cock bounced several times.  Brian smiled and hit the same spot again, and again Jack squirmed.  Finally, after a few more minutes Brian stopped his assault.  He undid the straps around Jack’s body, and released him from the whipping post, leaving his wrists tightly bound behind him.  Grabbing Jack’s still rigid cock, he pulled him over to an easy chair where a naked Brian sat himself.

       Brian spoke to Jack, “I know you are new to this life, but you are in it.  I want you to kneel in front of me and move close to my cock.  Rub my cock with your gagged mouth.”

       With no hesitation Jack did as ordered.  In a moment or two, Brian removed the penis gag from Jack’s mouth.  He waited for a moment or two while Jack moved his jaws, reducing the muscle stiffness after being gagged for so long.

       Brian spoke, “Now, given your kneeling position, in front of my cock, helpless with y our wrists locked behind your back, and a well whipped cock, what do you think you should do now?”

       Jack, staring at Brian’s cock, replied, “Sir, I should suck your cock and make you cum.”

       Brian chuckled and said, “You would be right.  Now suck me as only you know how.  If you don’t give me a wonderful cum, I will whip your cock until you wish you never had one.  Now go to your task.”

       As Jack started to suck Brian’s cock, I was still on the couch, watching Jack do his best, while Geoffrey was sucking my cock.  I had tied a length of thin rope around Geoffrey’s balls.  When I thought he was lagging while sucking my cock, I would jerk on the rope, jerking on his balls.  He would improve his already excellent efforts.  As I said before, I have to admit the little guy knows about cock sucking.  I can understand why a Sheik in Dubai would want to buy him.  I was dangerously close to a cum when I saw the Brian was cumming in Jack’s mouth, humping his mouth like a mad man.  Jack was able to hang on and swallow all of Brian’s issue.  In the meantime, Geoffrey was sucking me.  I finally let it go and started to cum.  I filled his mouth, but a drop or two of the pearl colored liquid did escape and dribble how to his thighs.  After he sucked my cock clean, I did punish him.  I made his stand and present his cock, whereupon I gave him five lashes for failing to swallow all my cum.  It was fun to torture Geoffrey .  I hope to do it again, sometime soon.  Maybe Brian and I could swap slaves for a day, and a night.  Hmmmm, I’ve got to think about that.

       We continued to torment our slaves, when we both hit on a capital idea.  First, we made Jack bend over the coffee table, exposing his ass, tying him in that position.  We made Geoffrey fuck Jack in the ass, but would not let either cum.  We had Jack and Geoffrey change places and made Jack fuck Geoffrey’s ass.  Interestingly enough, I am convinced that if we let Jack continue fucking Geoffrey’s ass, Jack would have cum.  We stopped it before it went that far.  I could tell Jack really wanted to cum in Geoffrey’s ass.  Even with his wrists locked behind his back, he was pounding Geoffrey’s ass.

       The evening was not over yet.  We made our slaves lay down on the floor, on their sides, head to toe and made them suck each other’s cock, to a cum.  Jack and Geoffrey, with wrists locked behind their backs, were then made to lay on the floor and start sucking.  Both slaves liked the idea of cumming so much, they did not consider losing and having his cock whipped again.  The guy who was second in this little contest would have his cock whipped.  We watched the mutual slave cock sucking contest, but from time to time we would add a little stimulation with the whip on their asses.  Jack did a masterful job and made Geoffrey cum first.   We made Jack hold Geoffrey’s cock in his mouth until he was made to come.

       After Geoffrey sucked Jack to a cum, I tied Geoffrey to the whipping post, with his back to the post.  His cock was on display.  I wrapped a rope around the base of his cock and balls, tying them together.  Even though he had just experienced a climax in Jack’s mouth, Geoffrey’s cock was beginning to raise it’s lusty head again.  His cock stood out because of my binding it and his balls together, and awaiting my ministrations.  I was merciless,  My quirt hit his balls several times.  Poor little guy, he really suffered that evening.  But, I have to admit, I really loved whipping his cock, and want to do it again.  I looked over and saw that Jack was sucking Brian’s cock, and it was obvious that Jack was aroused again.  This is one more evidence that Jack is very submissive, and is aroused by what is happening to him.  After I had tortured Geoffrey, I released him from the whipping post and was making him suck me again.                 

       Brian got up, leaving Jack on his knees in front of the chair.  Delving into his satchel, he pulled out a non-descript box.  He sat back down in his chair, with a very subdued Jack still kneeling  there.

       Brian, looking at Jack, his erect cock, and Geoffrey’s cock, began to smile.

       “Slaves, both of you, stand up, I have an idea that will amuse me, and Mark.”

       Both Jack and Geoffrey stood there, cocks rising to stand at attention, their wrists lock behind their backs.  Both slaves were wearing collars.  Brian, using pieces of rope, connected their wrists to their collars.  Pulling up on the ropes and knotting them to the collars, caused their wrists and hands to be above their waists, away from their asses.   Next, Brian reaching into his satchel and pulled out a eight feet piece of rope.  He ordered both slaves to turn their backs to each other.  He moved them until they were about four feet apart.  They could not see each other, nor what Brian was doing.  He knelt down behind Jack and grasped his balls.  He wrapped about eighteen inches of the rope tightly around the top of Jack’s ball sack, pulling it very tight and tying it off.  Brian then turned to Geoffrey and did the same.  Now both man slaves were back to back, connected by a length of rope tightly tied to their balls.

       “Mark, come help me.  Bring a whip, and one for me.  We are going to have a tug-of-war with slave balls.  Come, hurry, this should be fun!”

       I pulled a couple of medium weighted quirts from the wall and handed one to Brian.  Brian shook his out and took a position behind Jack.

       I looked at Brian, “Try these quirts.  The are a little more exacting, and can inspire a slave to wondrous heights.”

       “God! I love it.  Here’s how we will do this,” Brian chuckled.  “We each whip our respective slaves ass and the backs of their thighs.  They will pull, and tug on the other guys balls until one of them pulls the other back three paces.  The losing slave will suck the cock of the other slave, to a cum.  With their balls being pulled backward, they might get a lash or two from the whip.  So be it.”

       I moved behind Geoffrey, and patted him on the ass.  His cock seemed to throb when I patted him.  I noticed that Jack’s cock was now hard.  I reached down and grasped the rope tied to Geoffrey’s balls and pulled them back under his ass.  A little more pulling and his balls were now visible as they were being pulled out behind him beyond his ass.  The possibilities here are interesting.  We moved our slaves out, with their backs to each other, until the rope connecting them at their balls was taut.

       Brian spoke again, “Slaves, hear me, when I count to three, you will start your ball tug-or-war.  If you don’t pull with all your might, you will be severely punished.  Now, 1...2...3 GO!”

       Both Jack and Geoffrey lunged forward, tightening the rope attached to their stretched balls.  True to Brian’s estimations, the balls of both slaves were being pulled out behind them, exposing them, making them available to the whip.  Brian struck first.  Jack flinched and pulled harder on Geoffrey’s balls at the expense of his own.  It was one hot sight, watching to beautiful sweating bodies, with magnificent erections, pulling with all their might on each other’s balls. 

       We continued lashing their asses and thighs, making sure their exposed balls were receiving a generous portion of the whip lashes.  Their balls were now very exposed as they were being pulled back between their legs by the attached rope.  I could not resist.  I brought my quirt down on Geoffrey’s balls several times.  Each time he squealed and lurched forward, pulling even hard on his, and Jack’s balls.  In his attempt to avoid more torture to his balls, he merely added to his torment by lurching forward. 

       Both slaves were now covered in a sheen of sweat from their efforts and the pain they were enduring.  My cock was so hard it actually ached.  After a few minutes of struggling back and fourth, the pain was getting to Jack as Geoffrey was gaining the advantage.  I learned later that Brain had trained Geoffrey by making him walk about his house with a very heavy chain connected to his balls.  This went on for most of the day, every day.  The chain was dragged on the floor, so that no matter what Geoffrey was doing, there was a weight constantly pulling on his balls.  I think I may have to do that to Jack.  I fully expect we will have this contest again.

       Finally, Geoffrey, who I felt was more experienced in this contest, was able to pull Jack backward some four steps, making him the loser.  Jack struggled against Geoffrey, but in the end the smaller man won.  Both men stood there, their wrists still locked behind their backs, connected to their collars, their balls tightly bound and aching, sweating, trying to absorb the pain they had just experienced.  Interestingly enough, both slaves were still sporting magnificently hard erections.  I knew Geoffrey was a serious submissive, but the fact that Jack still had a stiff cock told me about his submissive nature.  I knew I was on the right track with him.  He was going to be one hell of a bitch.

       Brian was happy, clapping his hands with glee.  “Now, Jack, you know what you must do.  Get you rosy red ass on you knees and suck Geoffrey to a glorious and will deserved climax.”

       Jack obeyed and did start sucking Geoffrey’s cock with abandon, his own cock was still hard and throbbing.    Brian walked behind Jack and grasped the rope timed to Jack’s balls.  He would yank on it when he felt Jack was not sucking hard enough, not putting enough energy into his cock sucking efforts.  To assist in this effort, I knelt beside Jack and started to stroke his cock.  It throbbed in my hand, and threatened to cum, but I would not allow that.  It did not take very long before Geoffrey unloaded his balls in Jacks mouth.  After Jack had sucked his competitor’s cock to a cum, swallowing all of his issue, he sucked Geoffrey’s cock dry and made sure it was clean.  Brian and I watched this very hot scene.  I knew I must add this discipline to Jack’s training.

       “Jack, stand up and come close to me.  Present  your cock,” Brian ordered.

       Jack got up, his wrists still locked behind his back.  He stood before Brian and did present his rigid cock by pushing his hips out making his cock more available.  I was glad to see Jack was obeying the commands of any master I gave him to.  This was progress, and I loved it.

       After all that had gone on, the Viagra, or natural arousal was still working.  Jack’s cock was still magnificently rigid.  Brian pulled some type of apparatus from a box with one hand and with the other, grasped Jack’s cock.

       “Mark, I have a little surprise, a little something I bought for you to use on your slave.  It will stimulate his cock, even make him cum without you having to touch him.  Watch this.  Slave, if your move, I will whip your cock off your body!”

       Brain, holding Jacks erect cock with he left hand, started to install this electro stimulation device.   He pushed a long curved Chrome steel rod into the opening at the tip of Jack’s cock.  It was about ten or eleven inches long and soon was all the way in, nestled against the prostate.  Jack was obviously apprehensive about his cock being “sounded”.  Near the end of the steel rod was a steel circle just about size smaller than the circumference of the Jack’s cock head.  The rod was pushed in further until the steel circle was forced over the head of his cock.  The steel circle was now nestled in the groove just behind the head of Jack’s cock, holding the rod securely in the cock.  About one inch of the steel rod was still sticking out of Jack’s cock.  I could see where an electrode could be attached.

       Jack still remained still as Brian installed a metal ring about the top of his balls, and another around the base of the cock, much like a cock ring.  Each ring had an attachment point for an electrode.  Brian attached wires at the tip of the cock rod, and the ball ring and the cock ring.  These wires were attached to a hand held control box.  Brian started to push various buttons on the control box.  Little LED lights flashed, then suddenly it was like Jack was hit with lightning.  He jumped back and then his hips started moving.  There was a horrified look on his face as this machine took over his cock and sexual being.  Brian toned down the controls, but Jack was still being aroused.

       Brian looked at me and said, “You can leave this in for hours.  There is a timer feature that allows the machine to come on, randomly.  This means you can keep him in a high state of arousal for hours.  It can be locked on so it cannot be removed.  If you would like, I can make him cum, right now.”

       I love this, even the idea of this.  Hell, I could use it on myself.  I watched Jack.  He did not know whether to accept the arousal or be horrified.  I will use this every time I get a chance.

       Smiling, I looked at Brian, “No, keep him aroused, but no cum yet.  Yes, I want this.  Thank you very much.  On second thought, go ahead and see if you can make him cum, again.”  

       Jack, still bound, was made to lay on the floor, in his back, while Brian manipulated the device.  Soon, poor Jack was moving his hips like he was fucking a phantom lover.  His cock was huge and flailing about.  Soon Jack was writhing around on the floor, thrashing about as if some devil was in control of his cock.  Then, Jack stiffened, and groaning from deep in his chest, he had a climax.  For the second time today cum was rocketing from his cock, around the steel rod in his cock.  He was like a man possessed.  Brian turned the power off and let poor Jack relax.

       We all were quiet, fascinated by what we had just seen.  Brian spoke, “Geoffrey, get over here and lick Jack’s cock clean and lick up all the cum on the floor, and on Jack.”

       I sat back and stroked my cock, which was erect again.  This has been one Hell of an evening.  I must have Brian back again.  As I sat there, stroking my cock, Jack worked his way to a kneeing position.  On his own, he crawled over to me, his wrists still locked behind his back, knelt between my thighs and began sucking my cock.  Wow, this IS progress. 

Jack’s Reluctant Conversion

Chapter Five

       I continued to train Jack.  I always kept him restrained.  I still wasn’t sure of his conversion, or should I say, acceptance of his new situation as my sex slave.  I did not want to have to subdue him.  That could be a problem.

       I did notice that he seemed to be very willing to suck my cock, and it did seem that he was always aroused.  When sucking my cock, I noticed he liked to use his tongue a lot and his technique was continually improving.  There were times when I used Viagra on him, but again, there were times when I did not, and still his cock was hot and ready for action.  While I liked whipping his cock, I had to be careful to not injure this precious appendage.  I did continue to whip him for the shear pleasure of doing so.  In fact, he gave me little excuse to punish him, so any torture was for the pleasure of doing it to him.  He no longer questioned why I was tormenting him.  As I think about it there was one particular incident that seems to bring the point home.

       Jack and I were in the video room watching a football game.  As it happens, we were rooting for rival teams.  We were sitting on the lounge couch watching the game.  The score was only one point apart, with Jack’s team winning.  We both were naked, with Jack’s wrists locked behind his back, the ball stretcher in place with the attached chain’s dangling from this convenient restraint device.  As we watched I was playing with Jack’s cock, and stroking mine, keeping him hard, with no satisfaction for him.  This has proved to be a excellent training technique.  By this time in our relationship, our conversations were nearly normal.

       Jack had not had a climax in about three days.  As we watched the game, and I was stroking and fondling his cock, Jack’ thighs and belly would begin to tremble, and he would try to hump my hand.  This happened several times. It was obvious he wanted to cum.  I slapped his cock several times, and grasped his balls, squeezing them, warning him to not cum unless I gave him permission.  Jack bit his lip and moaned as he watched his throbbing cock, knowing there would be no relief for his aching phallus, unless I deemed it to be so.  To punctuate my admonition, I would make jack kneel between my thighs and suck my cock for a few minutes.  I would stop him before I came because I wanted to have a raging cock for what ever happened after the game.  Needless to say, Jack ended upon his naked knees, sucking my rampant cock, several times,

       Jack’s team went up by three more points on a field goal.  He was really happy and was commenting on how good his team was.  Further, he added a couple of derogatory remarks about my team.  So, I made him a bet.

       “OK, Smart Ass Slave, I’ll make you a bet, “ I said.

       Jack replied, “What kind of a bet.  I am not in a position to bet anything.”

       Smiling I answered, as I squeezed his cock,  “Yeah, I can see that.  Tell you what.  Here’s a bet you might go for, and it give you a bit of choice.  You bet your cock.  If my teams wins, you get your cock whipped and tortured, and you suck me off.  I will mouth fuck you.  If your team wins, I will give you a cum.  In, fact, I will suck your cock to help make your cum a really good one.”

       Jack didn’t seem to hesitate.  “OK, it’s a deal!”

       “Don’t be so quick,” I warned.  “I will bind your cock and balls, very tightly,  and give your cock a hard whipping, abuse your balls, then I intend to mouth fuck you.  I may even whip you ass, soundly.  You still want to make that bet?”

       Jack smiled, with a obvious lust etched on his face, “Game on!”

       He understood what I meant about whipping and torture his cock.  Over the many days of his captivity, I had severely whipped his cock, causing his cock and balls quite a bit of pain.  I realize he would give anything to cum as he had not had satisfaction in about three or four days, maybe a week.  It was obvious to me that the thought of having his cock whipped and tortured did not frighten him, even though it would involve quite a bit of pain.  This was a very promising sign of his submission and acceptance of the torture his cock and balls had received.

       We continued to watch the game as I fondled his erect cock and balls.  The head of his cock was covered with pre-cum.  The score went back and forth in a great game.  At the very end of the game my team won with a field goal, winning by three points.  So, now I was looking forward to torturing his cock, and not giving him a climax.

       I jerked on Jack’s cock, smiling, said, “Well, I guess your cock is mine for awhile.  Stand up, and present yourself in front of me.”

       While Jack was standing up I reached into a drawer in the end table next to the couch and dragged out several items I could use to torture his cock.  My cock was getting harder, and when I looked back at Jack I noticed his cock was throbbing.  I looked up at his face and saw lust etched on his countenance as he was looking down at his very erect and very vulnerable cock.  I would swear he was looking forward to being tortured.

       I grasped his cock, saying, “Come closer and present your cock.”

       Jack did not resist and moved closer to me.  He did present his cock as he has been taught to do.  This means he stands at attention, his wrists still locked behind his back, and he pushes his cock out as far as he can, making it easy for someone to fondle his cock, bind or to torture it.

       I reached under his cock and grasped his balls.  Jack stood quiet as I removed the steel ball stretcher.  I had pulled a rather thin rope from the drawer.  I grasped his balls again, pulled down on them, and began to tightly wrap the rope around the top of his ball sack.  I pulled the rope tight, causing him to flinch a bit.  After I tied the rope off, I began to wrap the remaining length around his rampant cock, around the base.  Once I tied that rope off, I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth, sucking it and flicking the tip with my tongue.  I could feel his cock getting harder, and throbbing in my mouth.  Jack was moaning softly with pleasure and what pain I was giving him.

       I grasped his newly bound cock, and pulling it, I led him to play room.  I made him get on the bed and tied him to the bed, face up.  He was tied so he could not squirm away and roll over to protect his cock and balls.  His legs were bound to the corners of the bed while another rope ran from his neck to the head of the bed.  His wrists were trapped beneath him.  I sucked on his cock some more, making sure it was as hard as it could get.  I could hear Jack moan softly as I sucked his cock.  Now comes the whip.

       Using a medium weight flogger, I began to whip his thighs and belly.  It wasn’t long however, before I began to work on his cock, and his balls.  The bondage on his cock and balls made them tend to stand up, rising above his belly, making it easier to whip.  His cock and balls bounced with each lash of the whip.  I knew I was causing him pain, but his erection maintained itself.  When I lashed his cock, it seemed to momentarily shrink a bit, then throb and become larger and harder. I changed whip, now using a quirt on his cock.  It wasn’t long before he was attempting to avoid the whip, but was unable.  I would stop periodically and stroke his cock, jacking it, then I would return to whipping it, and his balls.  I had not used Viagra on him for two days, yet during all this torment, his cock remained magnificently hard.  I could see the striations of the whip on his cock and balls.  Both were properly tormented.

       Finally, I felt he had endured enough.  I laid my whip on the bed next to Jack, and proceeded to untie his balls and cock.  His cock was still hard.  I examined the head and found copious amounts of pre-cum oozing from it.  I am thinking now is the time for truth or dare.  As I was stroking his well whipped cock, I asked his a question.

       “Jack, how’re you doing?”

       He nodded his head, as his cock throbbed in my hand, and said with lust in his voice, “I am just fine, Sir.”

       “You have been my sex slave for several weeks.  I notice that you seem to like sucking my cock, and when I whip or torture you, your cock stays magnificently rigid.  This is true even when I whip you hard and cause a lot of pain.  So, it appears to me that you don’t really regret being my prisoner, further you like sucking my cock, and lastly, you like it when I whip and torture you, or at least it arouses you.  Just how close am I?”

       Jack seemed to be pausing, trying to summon up an answer I would believe.  I held his cock in my left hand and rapidly slapped it about four or five times.  His cock throbbed, seeming having a life all its own.  I started to stroke it again.  As I stroked his cock, I could see his abdomen muscles contract and could feel s shiver or two.  It what obvious that Jack was right at the edge of a climax.  I was careful, because I didn’t want that to happen.  I will decide when he can have a cum.

       “Answer me Jack,” I ordered.

       Jack closed his eyes and replied.  “Yes…, Mark, Sir, damn it…, you…are right.  I… guess I have been…uh…submissive all my life.  When I moved in here with you, the nakedness and the porn, it seemed to be paradise.  When I watched the gay BDSM flicks, I could imagine myself bound, tortured and used sexually by a tough master.  I would dream about it.  When you were gone, I would go into your torture room, and I would fondle the whips, toy with the torture devices.  My cock would get hard.  Then you took me prisoner and started to torture me.  No, I don’t particularly like the pain when your are torturing me, but… it excites me, arousing… me to heights I have never known.  The thought that I have no power, no choice, forced to submit makes it even hotter.  When my ass is whipped it hurts, but it arouses me. And, especially when my cock is whipped, it is already hard, aching for a climax.  The whip hurts, but it also arouses me.  I don’t know why…, but, being bound and sexually tortured…really arouses me.  While the pain can be scary and hard to deal with, it turns me on.  When I feel you locking my wrists behind me, my cock starts to harden and aches for a cum.  Even when my balls are bound, or tormented, the pain is really tough, but I am aroused.  Yes…, I… enjoy everything, including  sucking your cock.”

       He paused again, then said, “I don’t know what to say.  I wish I understood it all.  This is all so very new to me.  I guess I am conflicted between the macho world I lived it, and this exciting existence.  Does, that answer your question?”

       I smiled and said, “Well, yes, and I have a lot to think about.  Now, you have been tortured, it is time for you to get mouth fucked.”

       I moved to the head of the bed and straddled Jack’s head.  I was facing his cock and his body.  I had my thong flogger whip with me.  Jack opened his mouth a used his tongue to flick and lick my balls.  I let him do that for a little bit, then moved my cock to his lips.  Jack did not hesitate.  He opened his mouth and took me cock.  I started to fuck his mouth.  I was bent over him with my cock buried in his mouth.  I grasped his cock and stroked it as he was sucking me.  I slipped it in my mouth and sucked him to arouse him even further.  Not wanting him to cum at that moment, I took it from my mouth and continued to stroke and torment his cock and balls.  If I felt him lagging in his efforts, I used the whip to strike a blow at his cock and balls.  That did encourage him to get with the program.

       Jack was learning to be a first class cock sucker, and seemed to endure, or more to the point, embrace being tormented.  It did not take to long for before this mouth fucking brought me to a steaming cum.  My cock was hot and ready before I tortured his cock.  I buried my cock deep in him mouth, forcing him to take all my cum.  I continued to hold it in his mouth as he sucked me dry.  I did notice something important when I slowly pulled my cock from his mouth.  Jack kissed my cock, then my balls.  That’s a good sign.  However, there was another test of Jack before I was willing to release him from his prisoner bonds and make him my permanent sex slave.

       It was Friday.  I was having a rather intimate gathering of several like minded friends.  The friends were all gay, and sadists with slaves, or at least looking for slaves.  This was going to be Jack’s final test.  If his passed this, then I was going to give him the opportunity to be my live in sex slave, or leave, going back to his old life.

       By nine all my guests had arrived.  There were five masters, including Brian. with their slaves.  Four of the slaves were boy toys and one was a young woman.  I never understood that.  My guess was the master was bi-sexual, and she intrigued him.  Non-alcohol drinks and snacks are being devoured by this erotic hoard.  The last thing I need is a drunk sadistic master to get out of control.

       Jack was the center piece of this evening.  Picture this.  Jack is naked, as usual.  His wrists were locked behind his back with chrome steel hand cuffs.  He is standing in the middle of the room, and cannot move.  The reason?  There is a steel pole rising from the floor, firmly anchored there.  It rises some forty inches above the floor and is height adjustable.  On top of this pole is a dildo, a rubber cock, if you will.  The pole extends up into the dildo.  This rubber cock is the same size of an erect cock.  Jack has had an enema.  I want his ass clean and ready for the evening.  Jack is firmly mounted on this pole with the dildo on top.  I have adjusted the pole until the rubber cock is firmly installed deep in his ass.  Next, there is leather cords, similar to a long shoe string, tied tightly in several strands about the top of his ball sack.  The cord is pulled back and tied firmly around the aforementioned pole.  So, Jack is trapped by his own ass, and his balls.  He is not going anywhere.  I have put straps around his ankles.  There is a spreader bar between his ankles, spreading his legs widely.  The finishing touch is that Jack is gagged with a rather large penis gag and is blindfolded.  He can hear the party, but cannot see the party, or his tormentors.  Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you.  I have laced his food and drink, liberally, with Viagra.  I want that magnificent cock of his to be hard, very hard, and stay that way.  Jack and his cock is the center of attraction this evening.  From what I can tell, the Viagra is doing a magnificent job.

       The gathered partiers socialize, and then wander over to Jack.  Several stroke his cock, slap his ass, or use an available small flogger whip to abuse his cock and ass.  The masters make their slaves suck Jack’s cock.  There is a sign, a written caveat, telling each of them that Jack is not be allowed to cum, under any circumstances.  His cock can be stroked, kissed, sucked, and lightly whipped, but no climax.  I am watching Jack to see how he responds to this predicament.

       Brian is intrigued again by Jack.  He was standing there fondling Jack’s bound balls while he was making Geoffrey suck Jack’s cock.  I walked over as spoke to Brian.

       “I see you are still fascinated with my slave.  He is a beauty.”

       Brian gushed, “Oh, God yes.  I want him for mine.  How much to you want, anything, just name it.  Hell, I’ll even throw Geoffrey into the deal.  OK?  How much?”

       I chuckled and replied, “No, I don’t think so.  I have not experienced him enough.  Someday, maybe, but not now.”

       Brian retorted, “You are such a selfish bitch!  Well, if you want it that way, can I at least have him for a weekend?”

       I looked down at Geoffrey, who was diligently sucking Jack’s cock, thinking it might be fun to torture him for a weekend.  But now right now.  I have too much at stake with Jack.  I want him to be completely my slave before I loan him out to others.

       The evening continued on a rather “normal” cadence.  Some masters tormented their slaves for others to watch.  Slaves were handed about to be used sexually, or tormented in some fashion by all masters.  Jack was receiving more than his share of whipping and torments, along with the teasing and abuse of his cock.  His cock was throbbing, and the muscles in his thigh would tremble from time to time.  I knew he was close to a climax, so I had an idea the crowd would like.

       I brought the room to order with and an offer.  “Masters, I have something interesting for you.  You have all be enjoying my slave.  He has not had a climax in three or four days.  I am going to grant him a cum, but you masters will decide how that will happen.  He must remain as he is, however.  That is the only caveat.  You tell me how we can make him cum.”

       The awakened the crowd.  There was much talking and convening of thought.  Gary raised his hand.

       “Master Gary, what say you?”

       “Well, I guess we could go with the basics of whipping his ass while an appointed slave sucks him off.”

       For me, that suggestion was, “been there, done that”.  I wanted something more interesting.

       “Any other ideas,“ I asked.

       Brian raised his hand.  I knew this would be sadistic.  “Yes, Master Brian.  How would you do this?”

       “Weeelll, I have my satchel with me, and I still have the “electro stim” unit.  I suggest we untie his balls and hang weights from them, mayhap, with a “parachute”.  Then I will install this amazing little device, and we can arouse Jack for as long as we wish, while some here at the gathering may want to whip his ass, his thighs, and other available delicious areas.  When we are ready, we can make him cum, and cum, and cum.”

       “I like that.  Does  anyone have anything more interesting to do to my slave?  Good.  Brian, again your genius shows.  My slave is all yours.”

       Everyone seemed to agree with Brian’s plan, except for Jack.  He was moving his blindfolded and gagged head side to side as if he was voting “no”.  Brian saw this and answered the question.  He was holding Jack’s erect cock in his left hand, and with his right hand he slapped Jack’s cock, rapidly and hard for four swats.  As best he could, Jack flinched.

       Brian smirked, “Jack, my slave lad, what happens to your cock is not your affair.  I am in possession of your cock, and I will do with it as I wish.  Do you understand?”

       Brian punctuated his edict by slapping Jack’s cock three more times.

         Jack nodded his head in agreement and stood still awaiting his fate.  Brian went about installing the e-stim equipment on/in Jack’s cock and balls.  The partiers gathered around to watch his.  Most approved.  A couple of slaves were in fear for their cocks.  Jack felt the long “sounding” rod entering his cock.  He felt it going deeper, stopping only when it had reached the point where the round circle mounted on the rod end was forced over his cock head.  It was now snug in the groove behind the head of Jack’s cock.  The other end was nestled up against the prostate.  The e-stim unit pieces were attached to Jack’s balls and the base of his cock.  All the connections were made, and Brian was now holding the control box.  Jack’s cock appeared to be more  rigid than before.

       Brian turned to the gathering.  “Folks, this magic box can arouse Jack, keep him in an aroused state for an indefinite period, or can bring him to a crashing climax.  What is your pleasure?”

       After a little debate, and my approval, it was decided to arouse Jack, tease him, then go for a monstrous climax on him.  Brian grinned like the Devil, and started to push buttons on the control box.  Lights flashed and Jack flinched and attempted to move. It appeared as if his cock had taken a life on it’s own.  It throbbed, even seemed to leap from Jack’s loins.  There were a lot of favorable comments, and a lot of the guests were stroking their cocks, or having a slave suck them.

       Jack tried to hump or move his hip to the rhythm of the electrical vibrations his cock was feeling.  He tried, but could not, because he ass was still impaled on the rather large dildo mounted on the very sold steel pipe mounted on the floor.  Even on the tips of this toes, Jack could not free himself from his impalement.  In the meantime, the sensual vibration and electrical stimulation of his cock and balls continued.  Jack’s cock had taken possession of him.  He wanted to cum with the e-stim, but Brian had not granted him that privilege.  He began to move up and down on the rubber cock that was buried in his ass.  Brian kept manipulating the control box, changing the feelings there were surging through Jack’s cock and prostate.  One of the masters began using a flogger on Jack’s ass.  I am not even sure Jack could feel the whipping at this point.  The only thing he could think about was his cock and what was being done to it.

       Brian slowed that control box down for a moment, however, Jack’s cock was still being teased.  “What do you think, gentlemen?  Should make let this poor slave cum with a ball blowing climax?”

       There was general agreement.  They wanted to see this electronic equipment bring Jack off.

       Brian looked around and ordered two slaves to get on their knees and catch all of Jack’s cum.  He then ordered Geoffrey to cradle Jack’s balls, making it more erotic for Jack.  When everything and everybody was in place, Brian pushed three buttons on the control box.  Jack nearly went wild.  He was humping, trying to move his hips and most of all he was cumming.  The room was dead quiet, except for the gagged moans of Jack.  This was an awesome sight.  Jack was cumming, his pearl like issue streaming from the head of his cock from around the “sounding” rod.  Two naked slaves were sucking and licking, trying to capture all of Jack’s cum.  Brian let Jack settle down for a moment, then pushed the buttons again.  Jack was cumming again.  He was moaning and grunting as his cock exploded anew.  One master was still whipping Jack’s ass as Brian did his best with his ‘magic’ machine.

       Brian felt that Jack had been pushed far enough and turned off the ‘magic’ box, while the whipping of Jack’s ass ceased.  Two of the masters came to Jack’s side and helped to him to stand.  It was obvious he was having trouble with his legs.  They appeared to be weak and wobbly.  I moved behind Jack, and lowered the pole, thereby removing the rubber cock dildo from his ass.  Jack still gagged, blindfolded and with his wrists locked behind his back, slumped to the floor in utter exhaustion.

       The other masters moved away from Jack, talking about what they had just witnessed.  The two slaves assigned to clean up Jack’s cum, with their mouths, were still doing so.  Brian removed the e-stem, requiring Geoffrey to clean it with his mouth.  When they were done, I removed Jack’s blind fold, helped him up and took him to his bed.  I removed the gag and made sure he was secured to his bed.  Jack fell asleep, and his cock, for the first time since I had taken him captive, was only half hard.

       The next morning, after I restrained Jack in the slave bathroom, I went down to prepare breakfast.  I went back to the bathroom a little later and Jack had taken care of his morning ablutions and was ready for breakfast.  He was quiet and surrendered himself to his morning bondage.  I sat him down in his special chair in the kitchen, the chair with the hole in the seat for his balls.  I connected his bound balls to the chair, as always, then I grasped his cock which was laying on the seat of the chair in a half hard condition.  I grasped it and stroked and fondled it.  His cock became hard again.  Using the small leather straps anchored to the seat of the chair, I strapped his cock down tightly to the chair.  With the added pressure of the straps, his cock was throbbing and rigid again.  Finally, his ankles were cuffed to the legs of the chair.

       I released Jack’s wrists and placed a plate of hot scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast and a cup of steaming hot coffee in front of him.  We ate breakfast silently, after which I cleared the table.  I told Jack to put his wrists behind him so I could restrain him.  He did so immediately  Jack sat there, naked, his balls connected to the chair, his cock strapped to the seat of the chair, and his wrists locked behind his back.

       I sat down and picked up my cup of coffee , and spoke, “Well, how did you like your coming out party last night?”

       Jack was quiet.  I sat there waiting for an answer.  Jack seemed to be thinking about what I asked and was attempting for formulate an answer.

       Jack finally replied, “I…am…having trouble with my answer.  I was…scared, and a bit…humiliated, but I have to admit I…was very aroused.  Even the humiliation aroused me.  I was more aroused than I could imagine.  Being in that situation as a total sexual being is almost more than a person can wrap his head around.  I knew I was nothing more than a sex and pain toy.  I didn’t…want to be there, yet…I did want to be there.  When Brian attached that e-stim thing to my cock, and started working it…., I don’t know how to describe it.  The only thing in the world that existed was my cock and the feelings I had in it.  I never came so hard in my life, twice.”

       “What would you say if I told you that there would be future parties, exhibitions, featuring you as a sex and pain slave.  Would you surrender?”

       Jack let his head drop to his chest and quietly answered, “Yes, yes Sir.”

       Jack became quiet.  I noticed his cock throbbed against the restraining straps.  I felt we had come to the place where we needed to make a decision and get on with our lives.  I moved around the table and released Jack’s cock and ankles from the chair, and released his balls.  I grabbed his erect cock and led him back down the hall to my ’game room’.  I moved Jack over to the pole with the rubber cock attached to the top.  Jack watched as I lathered up the dildo with more KY jelly.  I ordered Jack to stand over the pole and dildo.  I was surprised when he readily obeyed.  He had to know what I was going to do.  In a moment or two I raised the height of the pole, adjusting it, pushing the dildo deep into Jack’s ass.  He did not struggle, but, did gasp when I pushed the dildo deep into his ass.  He was now trapped by his ass.  Even if he were to rise up on his tip toes, he would not be able to escape his impalement.  I retrieved a quirt and stood in front of Jack.  He looked down at the whip, then at his rigid cock.  I am learning to like the quirt as I can be more exacting when I whip a cock and balls.

       “Jack, I think it is decision time.  I want you to be my sex slave like you have been for over the last month or so.  I want you to be my permanent bound naked abject sex toy, to do with as I wish.  In the last month I have treated you rather harshly, bordering on cruelty, and would continue to do so in the future if you agree to be my sex slave.  There will be parties and occasions when I will let others use you, and torment you.  Just think about what has happened to you over this last thirty or so days.  If you are my sex slave, that is the way it will continue, even more so.  You would have no choice.  You would be forced to obey my wishes and commands.  It will be your way of life.  What is your reaction to my thoughts.”

       I reached down and grasped Jack’s erect cock and started to fondle and stroke it.  It throbbed in my hand.  I kept looking at Jack, waiting for his reply.  He seemed to wiggle, as if adjusting to the floor pole mounted dildo anchored deep in his ass.   Jacks cock was throbbing in my hand.

       Jack replied, “If I agreed, would I be kept restrained all the time?”

       “No…, not all the time, but much of the time.  I have kept you this way because I was training you and did not want you to escape.  To be honest, if you were my sex slave, you would be naked all the time, you would keep this house, and cook, take care of me like a slave would.  At any moment you would be subject to some sexual act, which you must accept.  The word ‘no’ would not be in your lexicon.  You would be severely punished for saying ’no’ or refusing to submit to me and others to whom I may give you.  I would restrain you a lot, for the shear pleasure of doing so, but you would have your free moments.  I like it when you are restrained, bound or chained.  I like restraints on your cock and balls, so expect that.  So, not all the time, but yes, you would be bound, or restrained at my whim, for my enjoyment, and when you are used sexually, and whipped and tortured.”

       “Mark, I…uh…want to accept, but I have to find a job…..”

       “No, you would not.  You will live here and would not need to work, just surrender to me, completely.  You will be my kept abject, naked, bound cock sex slave, and I will keep you and your cock busy.”

       After a long pause, a naked and bound Jack looked down at his cock as I stroked it, and answered, “OK, Mark, Sir.  I…accept.  I want to be your sex slave.  I really do.”

       Smiling I replied, “Very good.  To let me know you are sincere, I think it would be proper for you to ask me to tightly bind you cock and balls, and to whip your cock, as hard as I want, then you should suck my cock.  If you decide against that, then I will release you.  You would be free to go, to leave.”

       This was the moment of truth.  Let’s see if Jack is serious.  At least, if he accepts, he knows what is in store for him.

       Jack looked down at his rigid, throbbing cock, then back at me, and lust written on his face, answered, “Mark, Sir, please whip me cock, and I want to suck your cock.”

       I took a length of thin rope from a hook on the wall and proceeded to wind it very tightly several times around the top of Jack’s ball sack, jerking and knotting it tightly.  Jack flinched, but the look of lust was heavy on his face.  His cock throbbed crazily.

       The remaining length of rope was wound around the base of his cock and tied tightly.  His cock and balls were now ready for torture.  Jack looked down at my binding of his cock and balls.  His face exhibited concern for his cock and balls, but it was very evident that he was very aroused.  He was biting his lip as I slapped his rigid cock.  A drop of clear pre-cum was in evidence on the tip of his throbbing cock head.  As we both watched, his cock throbbed.

       This is a good day.  As I raised my whip, I just knew this was to be a good…., no…, a great day.

FIN