Rubber-addicted Slaveboy

There is a specific, electric feeling that comes over you when you decide put on a leather jockstrap.

A nod to your own wilder, untamed self.

The rich, earthy aroma of genuine leather instantly sets a mood. It feels premium, masculine, and intoxicatingly distinct from anything else in your wardrobe.

The moment you pull it on, your posture changes. The weight and structure of the leather demand that you stand a little taller and walk with more intent.

Matt is Ruined

Matt had met the Man online two weeks ago.  He only knew him by the name Master.  It was a hot fantasy, submitting to a Man online.  It started as a fun way to jack off.  But it quickly got much, much more serious.

By the end of their first chat that night, Matt has sent more than $500 to the stranger though PayPal.  He turned on his webcam and jacked off while the Man watched.  He sent graphic pics of his hard cock and face to the Man.  The humiliation was exquisite.  The Man new just what to say, just how to push all of Matt’s buttons.  He had never cum so hard.

Matt couldn’t wait to talk to the Man again.  On the second night, Matt has sent another $500 to the Man he now called Master.  He used a big dildo to fuck his ass live on cam while the Man watched and sent Matt degrading and intoxicating messages.  Matt told the Man more and more about his life, that he just graduated from college, that he lived in a small apartment alone.  He sent a picture of his drivers license.  The Man wanted to know everything about Matt’s life.  He had never felt more exposed.  It was amazing.

By the end of the first week, Matt has sent so many pictures and video of himself to the Man doing so many degrading things that there was nothing left to expose.  He was surprised to discover he had maxed out his credit card with $8,000 sent to Master.  The Man seemed to understand Matt better than anyone he had meet before.  Matt thought about the Man constantly.  His whole life now revolved around their nightly chats.  When Matt’s credit card was full, the Man helped Matt fill out an online application for a new credit card.  He wanted to tell this Man everything.  Matt revealed that he had $12,000 saved up and had $25,000 in savings bonds from his grandparents. He opened his entire life.

Halfway through week two of chatting with his Master online, Matt discovered that his second credit card, with a $10,000 limit was also maxed out.  At his Master’s urging, Matt  allowed the Man to put Teamviewer on his computer, and had watched as this Man drained the total balance of his savings account – $12,000.  But it was all worth it – the Man wanted to meet in person!  

Matt followed all of the instructions he has been given.  He sold everything in his apartment and gave his notice that he was vacating immediately.  Matt headed to the bus station bathroom where he had been instructed to meet his Master.  All he had left in the world was his duffle bag with a few personal possessions, what he wore, and a cashier’s check for $25,000 – the full proceeds from selling his grandparent’s savings bonds.  At his Master’s instruction, the Payee line was left blank.

It was 2:00 am when Matt entered the bathroom.  His new life was about to begin.  And there stood his Master.  Matt was thrilled and terrified.

20 minutes later, the Man known as Master exited the bathroom.  He had Matt’s duffle bag over his shoulder that now held all of Matt’s clothes.  In his pocket was the cashier’s check.  Back in the bathroom, lying naked and broken on the floor was Matt.  He has a fresh load of hot cum up his ass.  He was covered in the Man’s piss.  His hands were bound behind him as he lay shivering on the cold, tile floor.

Matt had surrendered everything.  He now literally owned nothing, not even the clothing he had worn to the bathroom.  He had $18,000 in credit card debt and $85,000 in student loan debt.  Matt was sobbing.  The man told him that he had uploaded all of the pictures and videos he had of Matt online, and had sent a link to everyone in Matt’s contact list.  

Unfortunately, within the first few minutes of trying to teach him wrestling, Coach Hill had clocked on to the fact that Tyler was completely beyond helping, as Tyler couldn’t take his eyes off of the fat bulge in the coach’s singlet. Coach Hill’s suspicions that his friend’s son was a hopelessly lost slut were further confirmed when he’d gotten Tyler in a pin by sitting on his chest with his crotch right in Tyler’s face, and the slut had promptly started licking at and sucking on the coach’s bulge through the fabric of the singlet.

Coach Hill hadn’t been planning on getting sucked off by his best friend’s son when he’d entered the practice room that day, but he was a red-blooded man, so he couldn’t help but free his rapidly inflating cock and feed it into the cocksucker’s mouth when it became clear that Tyler wanted nothing more than to suck him dry. The greedy slut wasted no time in sucking the coach’s cock down his throat with a natural skill that quickly had Coach Hill skull-fucking the bitch until he’d shot his load down the slut’s spasming throat.

"Yeah sir, as a matter of fact, you'll pay for my dinner tonight, sounds wonderful, right?"

"B--but....wife....my wife and I already have---"

"A plan to divorce! Because you cannot stand that bitch anymore and you just want to spend your days with me and work as hard as you can to provide all my need,"

"Yeah.....yeah....I need to divorce that bitch! I think this sauna makes my head spin, let's get out from here so we can talk more over dinner,"

"Now that's what I'm talking about,"

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I walked into the theater late, there I quickly spotted the perfect seat—right behind this straight couple. The boyfriend in the front seat was a total alpha stud, handsome face, fresh fade with that sharp line-up, and one thick, veined bicep draped casually around his girlfriend’s shoulders as if he owned her. While sitting behind them I touched his arm and let my power kick in, my powers only worked if I made skin contact with a man. The lust hit him like a freight train, sudden, deep, unstoppable gay craving for the gay stranger sitting behind him, no matter how straight he’d been two seconds ago, he now wanted to fuck me more than anything in his life.

He twisted in his seat and looked back at me, those dark eyes now burning with raw hunger. Our stares locked. He flexed that massive bicep and shot me a cocky wink. My cock throbbed. I grinned back, leaned forward, and started feeling up his biceps. My fingers traced his arm while his girl watched the movie, totally oblivious of the stranger enjoying her boyfriend's biceps right behind her. I squeezed and started licking him, he bit his lip, breathing heavier but staying perfectly still so she wouldn’t notice her boyfriend’s muscles getting worshipped by a stranger.

After a few minutes of me groping and him flexing for me, he turned to her. “Babe, I gotta take a leak real quick. Be right back.” He leaned in and kissed her deep—but his eyes never left mine the whole time, locked on me like I was the only thing that mattered. When he stood, the massive tent in his pants was obvious, thick outline straining against the fabric. He walked out. I followed two seconds later.

The second I stepped into the bathroom, he grabbed me, slammed me against the wall, and crushed his mouth to mine like he’d been in love with me his whole life. “Fuck… I don’t know what’s happening to me, I can't think straight. All I can feel is a deep desire for you,” he growled between sloppy, desperate kisses, hands roaming my ass. Straight or not, my power had flipped a switch—he didn’t care anymore. He lifted me easily and my legs wrapped around his waist, his huge arms carrying me like I weighed nothing, and he kicked open a stall door.

He set me on my knees, unzipped fast, and yanked out his thick, hard, dark brown cock—veiny, heavy, already leaking. “Suck it, please...” he asked with need. I teased him by licking the head, but he was having none of that, he roughly grabbed my hair and face-fucked me hard, his hips snapping, that fat head punching the back of my throat while he groaned like an animal. “Shit… your mouth feels better than my girlfriend's pussy, fuck... what's wrong with me?” Saliva dripped down my chin as he used me, balls slapping my chin, owning my face completely.

I pulled off gasping, spun around, shoved my pants down, and arched my ass up. He immediately dropped to his knees, straight stud or not he buried his face between my cheeks, tongue working my hole, eating me out sloppy and hungry like he needed to taste me more than air. I moaned loudly, pushing back against his face. Then he stood, grabbed his monster cock and rolled on a condom he had in his wallet, he lined up and slammed in raw and rough. One brutal thrust and he was balls-deep, stretching me wide. “Take it, bitch,” he snarled, gripping my hips and pounding me like a jackhammer—hard, fast, relentless. The stall rattled. He fucked me deeper with every stroke, grunting, sweat dripping, that powerful body dominating me completely. “Gonna fill this ass... need... to fill... this ass...” He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, cock pulsing inside the condom as he unloaded.

“Hello, Sir. I’m reaching out on behalf of my owner, [NAME REDACTED]. He enjoyed meeting you at last week’s event. He looks forward to building a professional relationship with you in the future, not only because of your impressive accomplishments in the [REDACTED] industry, but also because it’s clear that you are a superior alpha male—something you and my owner have in common.

With that in mind, my owner would like to offer my services to you and your estate—free of charge, indefinitely.

If I may speak openly, I am eager to serve you. You hold a lot of the qualities that I’ve been programmed to admire about my Master. It would be a delight and honor to provide you with elite levels of servitude, respect, and pleasure.

Please let me know if you are interested in discussing the matter further.

Sincerely,

Sometimes a Master likes to do a dog fetish at the Club.

Here i am totally dressed up and acting like a dog to serve my Masters. 

After 3 months of being sealed in the suit, it is amusing and interesting to observe how, whenever the mouth zip is opened, its hole stretches wide and its tongue falls out and hangs there drooling, flexing, stretching until it is resealed. it learned early on that slave object mouths are not for making noise, conditioned into silence before the vocal chords were cut anyway.

it is grateful for the opportunity to move the only part of its body that can have contact with the outside world. it is probably desperately trying to communicate and anticipate what might be put in there. it of course has no way of knowing whether that will be a treat like a dog biscuit or a red hot cigar butt.

Does it still have hope that it might be a Cock, even though for three months the nearest it has got to its Owners Dick is when it has been used as a urinal, the cock held at least six inches from the hole.

it must be overjoyed when it gets to lick a filthy boot, all that stimulation, taste, the sensation of leather on tongue, the joy of a break from monotony, the sense that it is being useful.

After 3 months has it forgotten what it was, is it aware of anything other than its mouth and tongue? Has that become its identity?