Collector

When he realized I came to, he smiled and said, “That’s excellent boy, but not in the way you might think.” I didn’t know what he meant, but I was ready to take it off. He smiled and gave me the key. I asked if he wanted the cage back. He smiled and said, “Keep it boy. I’m pretty sure you’re going to want to put it on later.” I had no interest in putting it on again but knew how expensive they were and didn’t want to be ungrateful so I kept it.

During movie night, one roommate would gently guide your head down to their soft cock, placing the tip in your mouth and letting loose. If someone's already occupying the bathroom, that's no problem- another roommate would just spread his legs and expect your tongue waiting for his shit.

Dirty Desires : Post Game Feedback

You sat on the expensive bed, unable to move as the captain tied you up tight. This was a seasonal punishment, only carried out after the final each season against the least valuable player. This season that was you. Missing practice and a few games was pretty much gaurenteed to make you least valuable, but you had never dreamed of what would happen, most recipients only ever saying it was a wake up call to improve.

Got any eggs left?

Good.

Put 2 into your panties and pretend they are your balls.

Dance around.

Play with them.

Dance some more.

And then BallBust them.

SMASH THEM!!

Easy task today.

Wash your armpits.

And your toes.

I came back to my apartment to Nathan, sitting on the couch with a pile of socks on the coffee table in front of him. He had a grin on his face, and his eyes were glued to me.

"I've been having an issue with my socks getting lost randomly for the past few months. You said they are probably getting lost in the washing machine. Well, guess what, I found these in your room. Anything to say for yourself?"

"Oh yeah, I found them yesterday while cleaning, but you weren't here, so i took them to my room. I was gonna give them back today. What would I do with your socks, Nathan?"

He stood up and walked towards me. I panicked, hoping he had bought the lies. He stood in front of me and hit me in my stomach, and kicked my head. I fell to the ground, and he got down and pulled me by my hair.

"Listen, you filthy sock pig. I know that every day for the past four months, you pervert were stealing my filthy socks and taking them to your room to sniff them and get off their smell. You loser will now do as I say. Clothes off, now!"

He knew what I've been doing and I couldn't do anything about it now except follow his demands. I took my clothes off and knelt, trying to hide me penis.

He reached out to a sharpie and walked my way. He pulled my hair to straighten my posture and started writing on my body. I had no idea what was going on and what would happen, but I was so overwhelmed to try to fight it. I tried to read wat he had written, and it was the names he was calling me by, pig, loser, pervert, filthy...

He finished and went to sit back down.

"Here's the thing, pig. I suspected you were stealing the socks, so I put a hidden camera in your room. And as I suspected, you filthy loser stole my socks and went crazy at them, sniffing them, stuffing them in your mouth, and cumming on them like the disgusting pig you are. I wanted to beat the shit out of you and but then I thought about all twisted pigs like you out there... I thought this could go both ways. You be a pervert and make money from it. You're pretty famous, actually. So yes, these videos I took in the hidden camera are being sold to pigs like you all over the world, and today I want to make more money but don't worry you'll have more fun too. We'll start by a video of you declaring your submission to me, and then I'll give you a gift. One I've been working on for a month."

"How can you do that. You will ruin my life."

Before I could continue, he was back standing, looking down at me. He kicked my balls and spit on face.

"Three month worth of tapes. Do you know how many times you fucked someone like a normal person? Zero. Do you know how many times you fucked my socks? Every single day. You are ruined. I'm giving you the opportunity of being slave and I know you won't refuse it. Stop wasting my time, I have money to make. Now I'll go sit and record you, show everyone how much of a pathetic loser you are."

He sat down and held his phone and signaled for me to start.

"I'm here to declare myself as Master's Nathan slave. For the past few months, I've been stealing his socks to pleasure myself. He comes back from his construction job every day with sweaty socks that a week pig like me couldn't resist. I made a mistake in keeping it a secret or at least thinking I did. I should've told him. He is a superior man, I am a loser. And for that, I'm here today to let everyone know that I'm perverted loser who will completely submit to my superior Master and turn myself into content for his financial gain. Thank you Master Nathan for this opportunity."

I bowed after my last sentence.

"This sure will ruin your life sock pig. But it's okay, because I demand it. Now as for the gift. For the past months I wore the same socks. I'll now set up the camera and take my shoes off. Worship my socks. Do it well. Do a good job and I'll reward you. I'll let you have this pair of socks as a gift."

I got so horny and nervous. I couldn't wait to know how they smelled.

He set up the camera and told me to start. I buried my face in his socked feet. The stench was so strong, but my brain was switched off, I turned into a starving pig while I blessed my face and mouth with his socks. They were the best socks I've ever smelled, and I wanted to have them as my reward. I want to sleep with them on my pillow, I want to jerk off to them every day.

After around 30 minutes, he told me to stop. He took his socks off and throwed them.

before going out, they make sure to top off my water bottle with a little bit. just enough to taste it in every sip, so every time I get a little thirsty, I get a reminder of what it actually is that I'm most thirsty for. I spend my whole day tasting their piss without anyone being any the wiser

at a fast food restaurant, they snag my mostly empty drink cup and bring it back from the bathroom full, or pour some out of a full one to make room, and set it on the table across from me, acting like normal, as if it's at all possible that there's an employee there that doesn't know that they just got me a refill from a different type of fountain

Dirty Desires : The fallout

"which one do you wanna huff today?"

I was so lucky to have a dorm mate like him. Not only is he okay with me being gay and obsessing over him, he even encourages my new-found sexuality. Without him, I may not have realized that I needed to be locked in chastity, or how rewarding it was to do all his chores for him. He helped me see that my sex life should only consist of me sniffing his dirty socks while riding a dildo mold of his cock. (It was so thoughtful of him to give me that dildo as a birthday gift) He is even sweet enough to hold onto my chastity keys for me, so I wouldn't have to be worried about unlocking unnecessarily.