Obedient2Dick

Give it to me Straight

A bar experience becomes something more for a true faggot on his knees. It’s these words that gave me my first slave-related boner:

Once I reached the floor, he stepped out of the briefs, then placed a foot on my head, pinning it to the carpet.

“Be careful. You’re gonna get more than you asked for,” he breathed with a low growl, then released my head, grabbed my shoulders, and lifted me back to my knees.

I first read this during my freshman year at university, and I’ve never looked at wine bottles in quite the same way since.

Alpha Male

This is an extensive story about a trainee psychologist who becomes the slave to a university gymnastics team in general, but to one special Alpha in particular. I discovered it in the autumn of 2000 after I had just moved to London. You have to imagine me sitting on the floor of my new Soho flat reading it before any of my furniture arrived, consuming chapter after chapter as the wind and rain howled through the bright and busy streets outside.

Frat Boys’ Bitch Boy

A student becomes the slave to one Alpha, and then to a whole fraternity house of them who keep him bound at their cocks and at their feet. Frequent reading for me during a period of my life when I was always on the go.

Bred Slave

A young guy learns the reality of his slave heritage and chooses to both accept and embrace it. It’s a story that did a lot for me in assuming my slave nature.

Local Service

Two men, one Alpha and one omega, live in the same block of flats. One naturally becomes the other’s property, and his cock-and-foot slavery quickly becomes something for the ages.

Master Logan’s Insole

It had been two months and she hadn’t been sober for longer than it took the pain of withdrawal to force her to do whatever disgusting thing they wanted her to do next. In those painful sober moments she saw what she had become. Remembered the things she had done, disgusting things she hated herself for. Like drinking the piss of all the men who fucked her, and going ass to mouth without a second thought. She knew exactly what her ass tasted like on many different cocks, and it disgusted her when she wasn’t high. 

But then, the cocaine takes effect, or the E kicks in and suddenly she is horny and willing again, anything for that next hit. Except this time she kept taking more, and more, not knowing if she just wanted more or wanted to od. Whatever she wanted, an overdose is what she got. As she felt herself passing out she stared blankly at the front door, looking but not really seeing. She vaguely saw the door explode open and cops come pouring in, but she couldn’t tell if it was real, or the drugs playing tricks on her dieing mind. 

—-

She was surprised to find herself waking up, and hurting so much she almost wished she hadn’t. Looking around her blurry vision barely making out the dark hospital room. Feeling the iv in her arm and the hospital gown that felt so nice to her after only being allowed to be naked or wearing whore’s clothes. 

It wasn’t until she made out her best friend sleeping in the chair next to her bed that she let herself start to believe she was safe. That was when the tears started. She sobbed and cried, and broke down, safe at last. No more sex, no more drugs, just who she wants and what she wants. Her sobs woke her friend up and she came and comforted her. Held her and told her she was safe now. 

That was the only break she got though. The cops showed up and needed her statement. When they found out the story they stopped being sympathetic and started being hostile and they even ended up putting a few drug charges on her record. She spent a long time in rehab. She hated it all. She started thinking how she didn’t have to deal with any of this when she was on coke… Or how she couldn’t even handle sex anymore with anybody, but she still remembered what it was like on E… 

Slowly some of those thoughts faded over the years, but the thing that stayed was how good sex used to feel. She hated how sex just felt flat now. She hadn’t been able to cum since the last time she took E. Even masturbating didn’t help. She started looking at porn to try to help her cum, but the only things that got her close was the dark stuff, and the darker it was the closer she got. 

Like the time he fucked her mouth and ignored her gagging and throwing up on his cock, he just used her mouth. She didn’t want it, but she couldn’t seem to move enough to try to stop him, the drugs making her languid and her limbs heavy. 

Then there was the other time when he had her take three pills of X and then raped her ass while she was too high to even cry. 

But the real abuse didn’t start until he cut her off. She called him, and begged him over and over for more. He didn’t answer. It wasn’t until she went to his house that he spoke to her. A bunch of his friends were there all doing coke, and she begged him for some. “Please, just a taste… Just, something to take the edge off…” She was pathetic and he said so. He told her he didn’t have anymore use for her, so she can ether pay or go. Of course, the stupid bitch didn’t have any money, so she offered the only real thing of value she had. 

Her body. 

They made her strip down to the sexy panties she wore to try to make him want her. Then they had her lay down and they all did lines off her and groped and slapped her as they did the drugs she was craving on her mostly naked body. 

Finally, when they had their fill they gave her some coke then said she had to pay for it by draining every cock in the room with her mouth. If she does a good enough job she will get some more. 

After they hit her she was ready for anything and the incentive of more was enough to get her on the first hard cock she could find. She went at his cock like it was life and sucked it good and hard until he came. Then she was on to the next one. This one came on her face. She flinched back surprised for a second, but moved on. 

She went to the next one only to find a pill resting on the tip. She heard, “take it cunt” and didn’t hesitate to swallow the pill down and follow it with the cock. After that pill kicked in she stopped being very aware of what was happening. She remembers more pills and some more coke, and a lot more abuse and fucking. 

The next day she woke up to him kicking her in the side. “Wake up you stupid, drug whore, you have a customer.” He tossed a baggy with a pill in front of her and she scrambled at it and took it as a stranger came up behind her and shoved himself into her sloppy cum filled ass. 

As the pill kicked in she drifted and thought,”i guess this is my life now…” then came as he pounded her ass.

1. Low self esteem

2. A naturally submissive attitude

3, Has a physical and mental reaction to humiliation - you dont just laugh off bad experiences, you get turned on by them, or equally they make you feel like utter shit and that just feels right

4. Exhibitionist tendencies

5. A self destructive nature

- Yeah, you know it.

- Call me “Sir”, you stupid cocksucker.  Don’t you know how to show a Man the proper respect?

- I’m sorry Sir

- That’s better, faggot. Follow me.

I followed him inside the building and down the stairs into the basement. He lives in the building but does some maintenance work in exchange of reduced rent so he has a master key. He took me into a room that he had set up as a kind of den. There was a TV and VCR, a stereo, an old couch, a recliner and a small refrigerator. Probably all stuff that people had left behind when they moved out of the building.

After we entered the room, he locked the door from the inside. With a key. That made me a little nervous but he seemed cool so I brushed it off.

- Nobody really knows about this room you know. I could beat the shit out of you and leave you for dead and nobody would find you.

Oh fuck, was he some kind of psychopath?

- Oh shit, faggot, you should have seen the look on your face just now. I’m just messing with you. You better not piss me off though.

- No Sir

- Because you don’t want to find out what happens to faggots that piss me off.

- No Sir!

Then he grabbed my hair, yanked my head up and spit in my face.

- Put your hands behind your back and keep ‘em there.

With no warning, he drew his other arm back and slammed his fist into gut, knocking the wind out of me.  He let go of my hair and I doubled over in agony, sinking to my knees, trying to process the pain.

- Fucking pussy

His voice was dripping with contempt.

- Get up. I want to hit you again.

- Please don’t Sir

I just managed to get the words out.

- Shut the fuck up, pussy. Just for that I’m gonna hit you 2 more times instead of just once. Now get up.

I staggered to my feet. He landed two more blows in the exact same spot in rapid succession. The pain was even worse. This time he held me up, turned me around and got me in a full nelson.

- Know why I hit you like that?

- No Sir

- Number 1, because I can, and Number 2 to show you the kind of strength a real Man has. Are you gonna be a good faggot for me so I don’t have to hit you again?

- Yes Sir.

- Good fag. Now I’m gonna go over and put on a video and relax in my chair. When I nod my head you’re gonna crawl over to me and kneel in front of me and wait until I tell you to start sucking my dick. Understand?

- Yes Sir.

- If you gag, I don’t care, you just keep sucking my cock. And if I feel any teeth, I will slap you. Don’t use your hands on my dick and don’t touch me at all. Don’t touch your own dick either. If you break that rule I will have to tie your hands behind your back. You’ll keep sucking my dick until I get off and you will stay on it unless I tell you you can take a break or pull you off.“

I was kind of scared of him now, but I didn’t have any choice but to try to keep him happy. And he was so manly and hot. I wanted to please him. He went over the TV and put a tape in. From the sounds, I could tell it was a straight porn. He got a beer from the fridge and sat down. He waited a few minutes then nodded. I crawled over to him. He waited a few more minutes before unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out. It was fucking huge. It had to have been at least 8 inches long and was thick and veiny. I didn’t know how I was going to take it without scraping him with my teeth.

He played with himself lazily for a few minutes, getting his massive cock fully hard.

- Suck it faggot

I took a deep breath, opened my mouth as wide as it would go, and plunged down on it. I got about half way down and started to gag. I instinctively pull off. He slapped me hard and pulled my head back toward him ordering me to get back on it. This time when I started to gag, he just pushed me down farther and held me down for about 10 seconds. Then he let me up to catch my breath for just a second before pushing me down on his cock again. Over and over he pushed me down, a little farther each time, and holding me down longer each time, until I could get all the way down and hold it for a minute. I kept hoping he was close to getting off but no such luck. He paused the video for a minute.  

- Take a deep breath faggot.  I’m gonna hold you down for a minute and half this time

A minute and half may not sound like THAT long, but did you know most people can only hold their breath for 30 seconds? I thought I was going to pass out, but just when I felt myself starting to lose consciousness, he let me go. I pulled off, coughing and desperately gasping for air. Then I belched which made him crack up.  

- I’m gonna throatfuck you now. Go lay on the couch with your head hanging off the side.

I followed his order.  

- Open your mouth cocksucker.

I opened my mouth and got ready for the assault. He thrust his cock inside my mouth and pushed it all the way in. He started out with long slow strokes, gradually increasing the speed. At one point he started groaning like he was about to cum, but he pulled out and rested for a few minutes. Again, he started with some long slow thrusts, this time putting his hand on my throat and squeezing, like he was jerking off with his dick in my throat. Again, he started speeding up the pace and grunting and groaning. This time he kept going.  

- Oh yeah I’m gonna cum, faggot.

He pulled out and shot a huge load in my mouth and all over my face. He scooped the cum that missed my mouth with his fingers and made me lick it off. He slapped my face with his semi hard cock a few times and then sat back down in his chair. 

- Get over here, cocksucker, I gotta take a piss.

I went over and knelt in front of him a again.  

- Open your mouth.

He stood up, held his dick right in front of my mouth and started pissing.

- Swallow it all, pussy, and don’t spill any.

He pissed long and hard and I did my best to swallow all of it.  He must have the world’s biggest bladder because it went on and on.  Finally he was done. I tried to suppress it but I let out a huge belch. This time he looked pissed off and slapped me again.

- It’s fuckin’ rude to belch after a Man’s given you his piss, bitch.

- I’m sorry, Sir.

- Now get the fuck out of here.

He walked over to the the door and unlocked it.  I got up slowly, exhausted after the way he had used me.

- Hurry up faggot. You’re starting to piss me off.

I walked over to the door as quickly as I could. He gave me a hard shove, knocking me down. I heard the door slam behind me, I picked myself up and leaned against the wall for a minute, trying to regain my composure. I went home and jerked off, then fell into a sound sleep. I woke up 2 hours later, thinking of him, his big muscles, his monster cock, the taste of his cum and piss. My gut still ached where he had hit me and my throat felt raw and sore. I went into the bathroom. My face was bruised from all the slaps he had given me. I was truly a faggot now, born to serve real Men like Him. I never even knew His first name but I will always be grateful to Him for showing me what I really am.

“There’s no doubt that your gonna get fucked…” -said the guy, “-question is, do you want every nigga in the cell block up your ass, or just a choice few? If you bed with us, we’ll protect you from the rapists and the violent cats that’s looking to beat the shit outta you. Choice is yours my brutha.” -he said before walking away.