Rubber-addicted Slaveboy

Rob and two of his fraternity brothers, Jeff and Andy, decided to rent a cabin in a rural area for a long weekend.  With school coming back in a few weeks, it would be their last chance to get in some “bro time” and relax before their senior year.  By next summer, they’d be going their separate ways, so why not crack open some beers in a nice setting.

They didn’t know much about the AirBnB they rented, but it had a lot of bells and whistles.  There was a jacuzzi and fire pit on the large deck out back and plenty of room for each of them to have their own room.  They brought in plenty of supplies to eat, drink, and relax.

Rob decided to take a nap one afternoon.  When he woke, he heard Jeff and Andy out on the porch.  When he opened the sliding door, he noticed they were outside smoking cigars around the fire pit.  “Yo, bros, where did you get the cigars?”, he asked.  Jeff answered, “One of the neighbors came by to say hello.”  Andy continued, “Yeah, he was really cool.  He gave us these cigars and said they would really help us relax.”

“Have you dudes been working out, too?”, Rob asked, “you look bigger than I remember from this morning.”  “Probably just been relaxing too much, I guess,” Jeff said.  “Yeah,”, Andy said, “the dude said one of the side effects of relaxing might be some weight gain.”  “Bros,” Rob asked, “why do you keep saying the word relax so much?  It’s starting to creep me out.”  Rob started to recognize that the boys were almost in a trance the way they were acting.  Their eyes seemed glassy as they kept mindlessly smoking their cigars.

“It’s totally OK, bro,” Jeff said, “you should relax with us.”  “Yeah,” Andy said, “sit down and relax.”  The smoke from the cigars seemed to be affecting Rob.  The more the guys said the word relax, it was like he was becoming more and more compelled to do so.  “This is all too much,” he said shaking his head, “I don’t want to relax.”

“Yeah, you do,” Jeff said, “just come over, grab a cigar and relax.  Come hang out with your bros.”  Andy added, “It’s totally worth it, bro.  I feel so good and relaxed.  You don’t know what you’re missing.”  Rob couldn’t take it anymore.  Seeing his bros so relaxed, almost seeming to grow in front of his eyes.  He thought, “It’s just a cigar, what’s the big deal?”

“Alright bros,” Rob said, “I’ll relax with you for a while.”  Jeff handed Rob a cigar, cutter, and lighter.  As he puffed his stogie to life, Rob understood why his bros were loving these cigars.  They were in a beautiful setting, out in the open, forest all around them.  It was a perfect time to just relax and let all the stress go away.  While he was sitting there, he could also feel almost every cell in his body coming to life.  His muscles were growing, but he was also gaining some weight in his mid-section.  He didn’t care though, all he wanted to do was continue relaxing.

About 30 minutes later, Jeff and Andy broke the relaxing silence.  “Hey, bro,” Jeff said, “we should head inside for a bit and relax some more.”  Andy said, “Totally, bro.  I could definitely relax inside for a while.”  As they stood up, Rob noticed they were looking each other in the eyes.  They were all as straight as the other bros in their fraternity.  They enjoyed spending time with each other, but it was never in a gay way.  

Initially, as these thoughts crossed his mind, Rob became slightly uncomfortable.  However, he kept relaxing and smoking his cigar.  He turned to see his bros holding hands as they walked inside the house - still smoking their cigars.  He wanted to say, “Stop, we’re not supposed to smoke in the house.  We might lose our deposit.”  However, all he could do was see his growing chub and think, “Those dudes are sexy.”

A good 30 minutes later, Rob was still smoking his cigar and relaxing while staring out in the woods, listening to the wind rustle the trees.  He was so relaxed.  He didn’t notice the door slide open as a stranger stepped foot on the deck.  As he turned, Rob didn’t even flinch seeing the man, much older than himself and his bros.  He was covered in hair, tattoos, and wearing nothing but a hat, jock strap, and work boots.

“Hello, boy,” the man said, “are you relaxed?”  “Yes, I’m very relaxed,” Rob answered.  “Good boy” the man responded, “it’s important that you continue relaxing for me.”  Rob vacantly continued sucking on his cigar, thinking only about how relaxed he was and how sexy this man was.  “My name is Wallace, boy,” the man said, “I’m the owner of this cabin.  When people stay here, I usually go to the other cabin I have next door.  But when you and your friend decided to visit, I thought it was important that you relax.”

“Thank you,” Rob said, “we are really enjoying ourselves.  This place is so relaxing.”  “Good, boy,” Wallace said, “what’s your name?”  Rob answered.  “Well, Robert,” Wallace continued, “we go by men’s names here.  Your friends Jeffrey and Andrew told me you all were visiting before going back to school.  What would you say about staying here and relaxing with me?  I could really use the help running the AirBnB.”

Robert thought about it for a moment, “I love relaxing here, Wallace.  This has been an amazing experience.  But I need to get back to school.”  “Now, why would you want to do that, Robert?”, Wallace asked, “Jeffrey and Andrew are going to stay so they can continue relaxing.  I think you should stay, too.”

Two men Rob didn’t recognize stepped out onto the deck.  “You should stay here with us, Robert”, one of them said.  “Yeah,” the other one said, “we are going to stay here with Wallace and help him out.”  Both men took hauls on their cigars and exchanged smoke-filled, passionate kisses.  Rob could recognize them now, about 20-25 years older than they were before, with beards, body hair, and wrinkles.  It was Jeff and Andy.

The shirtless men started approaching Rob, when he had a slight moment of clarity.  “What the hell is going on here?” he asked.  Jeffrey and Andrew smiled around their cigars as Wallace answered, “Jeffrey and Andrew relaxed like good boys, just as I encouraged them to do.  Through relaxation, they realized they were in love - or at least in lust - with one another.”  “Hell yeah,” Jeffrey said, “Andrew here is one hot fucker, don’t you think Robert?  Why don’t you help Robert relax some more?”  With Jeffrey’s approval, Andrew approached Rob and started to lean in to give him a kiss.

“Back off, Andrew,” Wallace interjected, “you’ve got Jeffrey.  This one is mine.”  Andrew went back to Jeffrey.  Wallace took a haul off his cigar and gave Rob an injection of his smoke.  Rob’s eyes and cock sprung to life.  “That was fucking sexy, Wallace”, Andrew said.  “There is still much for you boys to learn,” Wallace said, “so, Robert, why don’t you join me inside where we can relax together?”

Rob stood up, his growing body almost losing his balance under his new girth.  “Fuck, you are going to be a sexy man when I’m done with you,” Wallace said.  Rob grabbed Wallace’s hand as they disappeared into the cabin, leaving Jeffrey and Andrew on the deck.

A few months later, there was a knock on the door of the cabin.  When the door opened, a thick man, hairy man, wearing leather pants and a harness, smoking a large cigar said, “Hello, my name is Robert.  My husband Wallace and I welcome you to our AirBnB.  We’ll be staying down the road in our cabin, but the onsite staff Jeffrey and Andrew are here to make sure you have a relaxing stay.  If any of us can help you out in any way, don’t hesitate to let us know.  Sometimes, people feel so relaxed they never want to leave.”

Goals!!! Zip me up and lock me in.

Dylan was bored. So like every bored gay guy he decided to go on Grindr. There he started to chat with a really nice guy. This guy wanted to do kinky stuff. Dylan liked kinky stuff so he invited the guy to his flat.

Dylan immediately recognised the natural order. He was inferior to Sir. So he knelt and started begging to become a full time slave. That's how fags are : acting normal until they find a master to serve. Then their fag brain take over and they are completely changed.

A few days after their first encounter. Dylan was shopping for new clothes. Going into this shop wasn't his choice. Usually Dylan would go to other stores but Sir wanted his fag to look nice so Dylan complied.

Dylan went home and dressed in his new clothes. Sir was really proud of him. For now the rules were to always be nicely dressed at home. Outside Dylan could still be his old self.

A few months passed and Dylan stared to change his style outside. He presented a more polished version of himself. He'd also asked Sir which haircut to get.

After the new haircut the uniform rules got stricter at home. No outfit is complete without a bowtie.

Master started to come unannounced to Dylan's flat. Dylan had to always be ready to serve.

Even at uni Dylan started to serve other men. After all he's a fag, that's what fags do.

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.