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افتح عقلك

It was a typical Monday morning at the office. Vincent, a 30-year-old project manager, made his way to the staircase for a cigarette break. The stairwell, often a quiet escape from the bustle of office life, today resonated with the soft murmur of a prayer.

As Vincent descended the stairs, he noticed Malik, a new colleague from the IT department, knelt on a small prayer mat. Malik, with his dark, curly hair slightly visible from under his taqiyah, was immersed in his Salah. His lips moved silently, and his forehead occasionally touched the ground in prostration. The serenity in his posture was a stark contrast to the usual office chaos.

Vincent paused, unsure whether to proceed or retreat. He didn't want to disturb Malik, yet his curiosity was piqued. He had seen Malik in passing but never like this, so deeply absorbed in his faith. Vincent decided to take a quiet step back, leaning against the wall, cigarette forgotten.

Minutes passed, and Malik completed his prayer with a peaceful look on his face. He rolled up his mat, stood up, and noticed Vincent for the first time.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," Vincent said, breaking the silence.

Malik smiled warmly, "No problem at all. I find peace in prayer, even here."

Vincent nodded, impressed yet bewildered. "I've never seen someone pray at work before."

"It's part of who I am," Malik replied, his voice calm and inviting. "Prayer gives me strength and clarity, especially on busy days."

Vincent, intrigued, responded with a respectful nod, "It's interesting. I've never been religious myself."

Malik's eyes lit up with understanding, "Everyone has their own path, Vincent. Faith is a personal journey."

The bell of the elevator dinged in the background, signaling the end of their impromptu meeting. They exchanged a brief smile before heading back to the reality of their office lives. This chance encounter in the stairwell, however, had subtly sown the seeds of curiosity in Vincent's mind.

Weeks had passed since Vincent's first encounter with Malik in the stairs. Their staircase meetings had become a regular occurrence. Vincent would often find Malik in quiet prayer during his cigarette breaks. The initial surprise had given way to a sense of respect, and a silent bond seemed to form between them.

One brisk Wednesday morning, as autumn leaves swirled outside the office building, Vincent found himself pausing longer than usual, watching Malik pray. The dedication and peace etched on Malik's face intrigued him. Finally, as Malik finished and stood up, Vincent spoke up.

"Malik, can I ask you something?" Vincent's tone was hesitant but curious.

Malik, rolling up his prayer mat, turned to Vincent with a welcoming smile. "Of course, Vincent. What's on your mind?"

Vincent shuffled his feet, searching for words. "I've noticed you praying here… and, well, I've been wondering, what does it mean to you? I mean, I see you here every day, and it seems so important."

Malik's eyes sparkled with a mix of gratitude and eagerness to share. "Prayer, Vincent, is my connection to something greater than this world. It's a moment where I can pause, reflect, and realign myself. In these few minutes, I find peace and a sense of direction."

Vincent listened, his usual skepticism softened by Malik's sincerity. "It sounds… comforting, in a way. I've never had that kind of belief myself."

Malik nodded understandingly. "Belief can be many things. For me, it's a guiding light. It doesn't have to be grand or overwhelming. Sometimes, it's just a quiet moment in a stairwell."

Their conversation continued, with Malik explaining the basics of his faith and Vincent sharing his own perspectives. It was a dialogue of mutual respect, bridging two very different worlds in the quiet of a stairwell.

As they parted ways that day, Vincent's curiosity was piqued. He didn't find himself drawn to the religious aspect, but he couldn't deny the appeal of the tranquility he saw in Malik. The seed of understanding had been planted, and a new respect for Malik's devotion had begun to grow in Vincent's heart.

Over the following weeks, the stairwell conversations between Vincent and Malik grew more frequent and deeper. They discussed various topics, from work to world events, but invariably, the subject would circle back to Malik's faith.

One chilly Tuesday morning, Vincent found Malik just finishing his prayer. This time, something within Vincent had shifted. He lingered longer, a contemplative look on his face.

"Malik," Vincent began, his voice tinged with a newfound earnestness, "Could you… would you mind showing me how you pray?"

Malik looked up, surprised but pleased. "Of course, Vincent. I'd be honored to share it with you."

They moved to a quieter corner of the stairwell. Malik first demonstrated the wudu, the ritual washing. He explained each step, the symbolic cleansing of the body and spirit. Vincent watched intently, absorbing the reverence of the act.

Next, Malik unrolled his prayer mat. He stood on and guided Vincent next to him. "Prayer is about submission and finding peace in surrender," Malik explained. "Follow my lead, and just let yourself feel the moment. Repeat after me: رطانة غير مفهومة، رغم أن فنسنت يركز إلا أنه لا يفهم الكلمات التي يتلوها واحدة تلو الأخرى بعد مالك, now follow my gestures and let me talk"

They stated the prey, Vincent imitated Malik's movements — the standing, bowing, and prostrating. It felt awkward at first, his body unaccustomed to the rhythm and flow. But Malik's gentle guidance and the fluidity of his own motions provided a calming influence.

As they concluded, Malik recited prayers in Arabic. Vincent didn't understand the words, but the melodic rise and fall of Malik's voice had a tranquil effect. For a moment, Vincent felt a glimpse of the peace that Malik found in these daily rituals.

Afterward, as they rolled up the mats, Vincent was quiet, reflective. "That was… different than I expected," he admitted. "There's a certain calmness to it."

Malik smiled, "It's about finding a moment of stillness in our hectic lives. I'm glad you felt it, even if just a little."

As Vincent ascended the stairs back to the bustle of the office, his mind lingered on the stairwell's tranquility. He realized he had discovered something unexpectedly profound in those quiet moments of prayer — a sense of peace he hadn't known he was seeking.

The stairwell sessions became a sanctuary for Vincent and Malik, a place where the mundane merged with the spiritual. Vincent's curiosity about Malik's faith grew, leading to deeper, more philosophical discussions.

One serene Thursday afternoon, as they settled on the steps post-prayer, Malik brought out a well-worn, beautifully bound book from his bag.

"Vincent, I'd like to share something special with you," Malik said, holding the book gently. "This is the Quran, our holy book."

Vincent eyed the Quran with a mix of curiosity and respect. "I've heard of it, of course, but never actually seen one."

Malik opened it to a marked page, revealing pages rich in Arabic script. "Each verse here is more than just words. They are guidance, wisdom, a way of life. Would you like me to read a passage?"

Vincent nodded, and Malik began to recite. The words, though foreign, flowed with a rhythm and beauty that transcended language. Vincent listened, captivated by the sound and the evident reverence with which Malik spoke.

After the recitation, Malik translated the verses into English. They spoke of compassion, of understanding one another, and of finding strength in faith.

"This… it's quite profound," Vincent remarked, genuinely moved. "It's not just religious text; it's poetry, philosophy."

Malik's eyes lit up. "Exactly, Vincent. It's about understanding life, our place in the world, and how we connect with each other and the divine."

Walking back to his desk, Vincent felt a sense of enlightenment. The Quran, a book he had only known by name, had opened a new window to understanding Malik's world - a world rich in spirituality and wisdom. For the first time, Vincent found himself looking forward to the next prayer session, eager to learn and experience more.

Weeks passed and Vincent keep is interest for Islam. On a Thursday, as the afternoon light waned, Malik and Vincent concluded their prayer in the now-familiar stairwell. Vincent was gradually becoming more adept at the movements, finding a sense of rhythm and calm in the ritual.

As they were rolling up the prayer mats, Malik turned to Vincent with a warm expression. "Vincent, would you like to come over to my place this evening? We could have dinner, talk more. I think you might find it interesting."

Vincent was taken aback but pleasantly surprised. "I'd like that, Malik. Thank you."

They returned to their desks, their minds abuzz with the prospect of the evening ahead. As the workday drew to a close, Vincent excused himself to the restroom. Standing alone, he splashed water on his face, looking up to meet his reflection in the mirror. His eyes, usually a clear blue, appeared to him, for a brief moment, as deep brown. He blinked, startled, then laughed at himself. "Must be the lighting," he mused, shaking his head at the odd illusion.

Outside, Malik was waiting in his car. The drive to his home was filled with light conversation, the city lights blurring past as they delved into topics ranging from food to family.

Arriving at Malik's home, a cozy apartment adorned with intricate tapestries and soft lighting, Vincent felt a wave of warmth and hospitality. Malik excused himself to change, reemerging in a traditional white djellaba, its fabric flowing gracefully around him.

After dinner, as they prepared for the Isha prayer, Malik went to his wardrobe and pulled out a neatly folded white djellaba. He held it out to Vincent with a gentle smile.

"Vincent, I thought you might like to wear this. It's a traditional djellaba, like mine, it's much more confortable than a suit" Malik offered.

Vincent looked at the garment, a mix of surprise and appreciation in his eyes. "Thank you, Malik. I'm honored," he said, accepting the djellaba.

As Vincent slipped into the soft fabric of the djellaba, he felt a sense of inclusion, a step closer to understanding Malik's world. The garment draped over him, its fabric cool and comfortable against his skin.

They moved to the prayer area in Malik's living room, where two mats were laid out facing Qibla. Malik demonstrated the steps again, and Vincent followed, more confidently now. The fabric of the djellaba flowed around him as he moved through the positions of the prayer.

After the prayer, they sat on the floor, the atmosphere serene in the dimly lit room. Malik broke the silence, "How do you feel, Vincent? Wearing the djellaba, joining in the prayer?"

Vincent pondered for a moment, then replied, "It's different, in a good way. Wearing this, participating in your rituals… it feels like I'm part of something larger. It's a new experience for me, but it's enriching."

Malik nodded, his eyes reflecting understanding and respect. "It's about connecting, Vincent. With ourselves, with each other, and with a greater purpose. I'm glad you're open to experiencing it."

They continued to talk late into the night, delving into discussions about spirituality, life, and the common threads that bind different cultures and beliefs.

As the evening drew to a close, Vincent felt a profound sense of peace and camaraderie. The experience in Malik's home, praying side by side in their djellabas, had opened a door to a world he had never known, a world where faith and tradition wove a rich tapestry of life and community.

The morning light filtered through the curtains as Vincent stirred awake on the couch in Malik's living room. He blinked, momentarily disoriented, then remembered the profound experiences of the previous night. The white djellaba was still draped over him, a tangible reminder of his foray into Malik's world.

Malik emerged from the kitchen with two cups of steaming tea. "Good morning, Vincent. How did you sleep?"

"Surprisingly well," Vincent replied, sitting up and accepting the tea. "It's been an eye-opening experience, Malik. Thank you for that."

Malik sat down beside him. "I'm glad to hear it. Today I'm going to the mosque. I know you have work, but you're welcome to join me if you'd like."

Vincent glanced at his watch, a sense of duty tugging at him. He was expected at the office, yet the allure of experiencing something as significant as a Friday prayer tugged at his heart. He was at a crossroads, torn between the familiar path of work and the pull of this newfound spiritual journey.

"Vincent," Malik said gently, sensing his dilemma, "it's your choice. Whatever you feel is right for you."

Vincent took a deep breath, the aroma of the tea mingling with his thoughts. "Malik, I think I want to go with you to the mosque. Work can wait for once. I feel like this is something I need to experience."

Malik's face lit up with a warm smile. "I'm glad, Vincent. The Jumu'ah prayer is a beautiful experience. Hurry up! We'll be late!"

They dressed quickly, Vincent still in the djellaba, feeling both out of place and oddly at home in it. As they walked to the mosque, the streets were busier than usual, with people of all ages heading in the same direction.

Inside, the mosque was filled with a sea of worshippers. Malik led Vincent to a spot where they could join the congregation. The air was filled with a sense of unity and purpose. Vincent, surrounded by the faithful, felt a stirring in his soul, a connection to something he couldn't quite define.

As the Jumu'ah prayer began in the mosque, Vincent, standing amidst a sea of worshippers, felt a wave of foreignness wash over him. The Imam's recitation, a flowing melody of Arabic, sounded like distant, unintelligible echoes in Vincent's ears. He felt disconnected, the words slipping past him like whispers in a breeze.

As the prayer progressed, something within Vincent began to shift. At the first salutation, when he turned to his neighbor and murmured the traditional greeting, the words felt strange on his tongue, yet not entirely unfamiliar.

"Assalamu alaikum," he heard himself say.

With each subsequent salutation, his understanding deepened. The Imam's words, once muffled and distant, began to resonate with clarity and meaning. By the time the second salutation came, Vincent found himself whispering the responses in Arabic, each word resonating with an understanding that startled him.

"Subhan Rabbiyal A'la," he heard himself say, praising the Lord Most High, and the words felt like a natural extension of his thoughts.

By the final salutation, Vincent was fully immersed. He understood every word, every nuance of the prayer. It was as if a veil had been lifted, and the language of the prayer had become his own.

The congregation concluded the prayer, and Malik turned to Vincent, "Vincent, are you alright?"

But Vincent couldn't understand. Malik's words sounded like garbled noises, disjointed and incomprehensible. Panic surged through him. He tried to respond, but the words that came out were in Arabic.

"ماذا يحدث لي؟ لماذا لا أستطيع فهمك؟" Vincent stammered, his own voice foreign to his ears.

Realizing the extent of his transformation, Vincent rushed to the mosque's ablution area, desperate for a mirror. Staring back at him was not the face he knew, but that of an Arab man, his features similar yet distinctly different.

Malik followed, "لا تقلق يا أخي، كل شيء سيكون على ما يرام."

Vincent understood every word. The shock of his physical and linguistic transformation was overwhelming, yet Malik's words in Arabic provided an unexpected comfort. As he gazed into the mirror, grappling with his new identity, he realized that his journey had taken a turn beyond his wildest imagination.

Vincent, turned to Malik, his eyes wide with confusion and fear. "كيف حدث هذا؟" he asked.

"نحن بحاجة إلى التحدث إلى الإمام," Malik suggested.

Together, they approached the Imam, who was speaking with a group of worshippers. Noticing their approach, the Imam excused himself from the group and turned his attention to them.

"يا إمام، صديقي فنسنت قد مر بتغيير كبير، ونحن بحاجة إلى مساعدتك.", Malik explained.

The wise old man approached Vincent for a closer inspection. He looked deeply into Vincent's eyes, as if searching for a glimpse into his soul. His gaze then moved methodically, examining Vincent's features - the shape of his mouth, the contour of his ears, the texture of his hair, and even the lines on his fingers.

With each observation, the Imam's touch was gentle, almost reverential, as if he were reading a story written in Vincent's very being. There was a profound silence in the room, filled only with the soft rustle of the Imam's robes as he moved around Vincent.

Finally, the Imam stepped back, his expression one of quiet reflection. He looked at Vincent, now a completely different man in appearance and spirit, and spoke with a voice that carried both authority and warmth.

"إن التحول الذي حدث لك يعكس قوة الإيمان والتغيير العميق الذي خضته. إنه ليس مجرد تغيير في المظهر، بل تغيير في الروح. ولهذا، سأسميك... إبراهيم."

Ibrahim absorbed this new identity, a profound sense of connection to his newfound faith enveloping him. The name Ibrahim, a name steeped in tradition and significance, felt like a mantle being placed upon him, signifying his rebirth and the path that lay ahead.

Ibrahim looked at the Imam, his eyes filled with gratitude. "شكراً لك، يا إمام. أشعر أن هذا الاسم يعبر عن رحلتي ال��ديدة."

As they left the Imam, Malik, placed a supportive hand on Ibrahim's shoulder. "مرحباً بك في عالمك الجديد يا أخي"

Ibrahim nodded, a sense of peace and purpose settling within him. His journey had taken an extraordinary turn, and he was ready to embrace the path of Ibrahim, a path of faith, discovery, and self-renewal.

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freshalphanut · 1 year ago

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Muslim men are penetrating white workplaces like never before. His first policy that he will introduce upon becoming the senior manager will be to make long dark beards a mandatory part of the ‘dress code’ among men who can grow them. The young white men (soon to be women), who cannot, will have their male hood stripped by being brutally fucked by the virile Muslim managers

After this humiliation three things will happen to these white infidels:

1) they will start to look at masculinity in an attractive light, the men that they saw as competition will now be the prize in which they will compete for.

2) They will be attracted to brown skin, anything other than brown skin e.g. other white men/women will be a turn off and they will be unable to get hard.

3) They will be so ashamed of this humiliation that they will seek to cover their body with traditional Islamic fabric..

The Burqa

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freshalphanut · 1 year ago

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You used to go for medical check-ups regularly… Your wife was dissatisfied with your sexual performance and so your doctor would issue you meds to help combat the erectile dysfunction. You had the same doctor every time, blonde hair blue eyes with a skinny frame. His social skills were poor, unable to hold eye contact for more than 5 seconds at a time. There was something deep within you that left the clinic dissatisfied, not knowing why. Maybe the doctor was experiencing the same problems as you, unable to get his wife pregnant.

However, this time, as you opened the door to the clinic, you weren’t met with the usual scent of lavender, instead a mixture of sweat and pheremones permeated in the air, you wanted to turn around and complain about the clear health violations but something was drawing you in. As you opened the door further you weren’t met with the same pair of weak blue eyes but instead a bold pair of piercing brown eyes and the hulking frame of a virile Muslim man.

The doctor told you to ‘sit’ and you did as he commanded. He spoke with a thick Arabian accent and you struggled to make out what he was saying, too focused on the bulge in his pants, but as a westerner it was your duty to obey other cultures. He wore a traditional Islamic thobe that covered his bulging muscles that made your white frame look inferior.

You explained your problems and he stopped you by clapping his hands, you soon discovered that this was a way of silencing you. ‘become woman’ he said, flipping his computer screen around to show a skimpy blonde woman with huge breasts and an augmented ass. ‘live with me’ he said.

This idea excited you, realising that it was hopeless trying to change the future of the white race.

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freshalphanut · 1 year ago

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He looks you up and down like meat ready to be pounded and pulled apart. This is when you realise you are about to be veiled

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freshalphanut · 2 years ago

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freshalphanut · 2 years ago

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Lin’s adventure

Lin was twenty three year old jock from China, recently graduated from college and trying to find his way. When he found a flyer for an international program to work abroad, he immediately leaped on the opportunity. Though he knew little english, he thought he could learn as he went. He was a muscular hot jock, jocks can do anything, he thought. The flyer was vague about what the work abroad would be, but it was listed as “client services”. Lin was a nice guy, he could work in client services….whatever that was. So he called the number on the flyer and soon was on a plane to the US. He had been told to not bring much, that he would be provided with everything he needed. Though the man on the phone did advise that Lin should work out before traveling, in order to keep him feeling strong for the coming work days. Lin loved working out, so he was happy to do that.

He was met at the airport by a car, the driver of which was the man that he had spoken with on the phone, Mr. T. The man explained to Lin (in mandarin) that he would be meeting with Daddy, the head of organization that Lin would be working for. Daddy did not speak Lin’s language, so there would be some tough communication at first, but Mr. T assured Lin that they’d find ways to get messages across.

“How long have you been working with Daddy?” asked Lin.

“Oh I’ve been procuring boys like you from abroad for a while. Daddy uses me to get the best talent, the strongest and sexiest boys from overseas”

Lin found this description odd, but also flattering. Fuck yeah, he was sexy. Whatever this work was, he was being seen as strong and worthy of it. Lin was happy, this was the best decision he had made.

The car pulled up to a warehouse and Mr. T led Lin into it.

“Please remove your sneakers, no sneakers in here. You will be working mostly in socks” Lin did as he was told and kicked off his sneakers, revealing black calf length socks. His outfit for this day was a grey hoodie, navy sweatpants and sneakers. He had been told to dress comfortably.

“And please hand over any phone, wallet, etc. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them. We want no distractions” Lin dug into his pockets and handed over everything to Mr. T, including the duffle bag that he brought from home.

“Alright, wait here and Daddy will be with you soon to begin your orientation”

“Thanks Mr. T”

“Be a good boy now” said Mr. T and then left with Lin’s sneakers, phone, wallet and bag in hand. Lin thought he heard the warehouse door lock behind him, but perhaps he’d imagined it.

The warehouse was huge and empty, besides a large enclosed room built in the middle of it. Lin waited for what felt like forever, walking around the warehouse, his socked feet cold on the floor. Then suddenly a door opened to the enclosed room and a tall silver fox of a man came out.

“Lin? Hello I’m Daddy, thank you for coming”

“Hello Daddy” said Lin.

“Would you like a drink? You must be thirsty after so much traveling” said Daddy, as the man reached into the room and handed Lin a glass of thick liquid.

“What?” asked Lin, accepting the glass. Shit, he had already run out of his knowledge of English. Smile, Lin thought.

“Drink up” said Daddy, motioning for Lin to drink. Ah got it, thought Lin. He was thirsty, it had been a long plane ride, but the drink looked weird….gray and cloudy. Well, best to not refuse, he didn’t want to anger this man on his first day of work. Lin drank the whole drink and handed the glass back to Daddy. Almost immediately Lin felt weird, he was suddenly dizzy and his vision was going blurry.

“Ughh I….”

“Oh Lin, you must be so tired. Let’s get you settled and you can rest a bit” Daddy put an arm around Lin and began leading him to the enclosed room. Lin was finding that he could suddenly barely stand, his feet almost dragging on the floor as Daddy guided him. Had he been drugged? What the fuck was that drink? No, this man wouldn’t do that, right? Maybe he was really tired, maybe -

Lin got one look at the contents of the enclosed room and panicked. It was a dungeon, a huge space filled with bondage equipment, toys, beds with restraints, spanking benches, bondage tables, etc. What had he gotten himself into? FUCK his phone and belongings were gone! What was happening? Was this the work? Would he be helping with this weird place? What the -

“Okay, let’s lay you down here” Daddy laid Lin down on a bondage table. Lin was speaking in mandarin, trying to ask questions - trying to understand what was going on. But Daddy simply smiled down at the jock, smoothing the boy’s hair.

“Shhh it’s okay, Lin. Daddy is going to make everything okay. I’m sorry I don’t speak Mandarin. And I’ve been told your English isn’t good either, so this will go over your head….but there’s no job to be had….there’s no work….you are going to become my new boy slave, serving me and anyone that I whore you out too. But first, you have to go through a lot of training”

Lin could barely keep his eyes open and the words that Daddy said meant nothing to him. Lin tried to get up, but could barely lift his head.

“Now, let’s get you more properly attired”

“What?”

“Clothes. Off”

Lin knew what that meant. Why did he have to take off his clothes? What was going on? Lin shook his head “no! NO!”, but could barely resist. Daddy pulled Lin’s legs forward, spreading him out on the bondage table. He pulled Lin’s socks off and then slipped the sweatpants off too. Lin tried to kick Daddy, but it was a pretty weak attempt.

“NO! No clothes off! NO!”

“Yes, boy. You need to be properly attired to serve me”

Now simply in a hoodie and grey boxers, Lin scrambled off the table. He needed to get out, this was all wrong. He didn’t know what would happen here, but by looking at all the bondage stuff in the room - and the stripping of his body - this wasn’t going to be good for him. He was such a fool, always way too trusting. People had always told him that he was too trusting and now here he was….with no help in sight. Lin crawled across the room, but Daddy quickly gripped the boy by the back of the neck and pulled him back to the bondage table.

“You’re gonna be a wild one, huh? So naughty. I know how to handle naughty boys” Daddy threw Lin down on the bondage table. Lin’s head was still swimming from the drink and Daddy ended up tying both of Lin’s wrists down easily, fitting them into cuffs on either side of the bondage table. Lin was shouting, trying to pull his hands out of the cuffs.

“Now where were we….” Daddy took scissors and cut off Lin’s hoodie and the undershirt underneath. Lin’s legs were kicking and scrambling on the bondage table, now only wearing boxers, his athletic body on display and getting sweaty with his struggling.

“NO! NO! HELP!” screamed Lin. He searched for more English words that he knew to communicate, but nothing was coming into his panicked mind. What is this man going to do to me?! What the fuck?!

“You know Lin, seeing as we don’t speak each other’s language…I don’t see the point of you being allowed to speak right now. Especially when your mouth hasn’t been trained to speak to Daddy with respect or to beg for cock. Let’s get you in a nice gag”

Lin watched, in his drugged state, as Daddy picked up a full head muzzle from one of the walls.

“How about this full muzzle, I like that it straps around your whole head, not just your mouth. On we go”

Lin shook his head wildly as Daddy fitted him into it, leather straps around his forehead and going down his face to culminate in a panel gag in his mouth. Daddy tightened the straps until Lin was completely gagged. Lin screamed, but the gag was so thick that his cry was muffled completely.

“There we go, nice and silent. Now, I don’t like these boxers’

Daddy slipped off Lin’s boxers despite the boy’s kicking legs and grabbed a hold of Lin’s balls. Lin’s eyes went wide. He was going to be this man’s play thing. That was clear now, despite Lin not understanding the man’s English. He was a straight boy, a proud muscular jock. This couldn’t happen. This wouldn’t happen. Daddy squeezed Lin’s balls, making the boy groan.

“Stop struggling” said Daddy in perfect mandarin and then went back to English. “That’s all I’ve learned from your language, but I hope the message got across that i’ll keep squeezing these balls until you settle down”

Lin got the message and stopped kicking his legs. Daddy let go of the balls and moved to a set of drawers in the corner of the room. He took out a pair of white briefs and calf length white socks. He slowly fitted both of these items onto Lin and then tied Lin’s legs to the bondage table, securing the boy’s ankles into cuffs on either end of the table. Lin was now spread eagle, painfully stretched. Daddy caressed Lin’s (now white socked) feet, playing with the fabric of the socks a bit, and then let his hand drift to massaging Lin’s crotch through the briefs. Lin pleaded with the man through his gag.

“Please stop this! YOU SICK MAN! YOU SICK FUCK! LET ME GO!” said Lin in Mandarin.

“Such a pretty boy, Mr. T knows how to pick a good stud. You may be wondering why I dressed you up. You see I put my boys in a uniform, white briefs and white calf length socks. I think it helps you boys to get in the mindset that I control everything now, even what you wear. It makes boys like you feel vulnerable to have a man dress you to his pleasure. Seeing you like this, in briefs and white socks, makes me hard. It makes me even harder to see you tied up and gagged too. I know, I know all of this is so tough for you. But I promise, this is where you belong”

Lin tried to close his legs from the man’s caresses, but it was useless. Daddy reached into the briefs and brought out Lin’s cock through the fly, jerking it. Lin had never been touched by a man like this. It was disgusting. He couldn’t believe that this was happening and that a strong boy like him was helpless to stop it. He was straight damn it!

“Such wild energy in you jocks, need to milk that out of you” said Daddy as he continued to jerk Lin’s cock and caress his balls. Lin finally passed out, the drink and panic overtaking him, as Daddy took out a vibrator and placed it between the boy’s legs.

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Lin’s memories of the next few days (weeks?) were hazy. Daddy kept feeding Lin that special drink to keep him subdued. So when he tried to sort out what happened ….he only had images….

-Waking up with his arms tied above, stretching him onto his tip toes, as Daddy relentlessly whipped his back and abs.

-Being tied to a chair in front of a projector that displayed the phrases “I’m Daddy’s Asian Whore” “Please sir, fuck me” “Thank you sir’ “Please sir, give me cock” “Thank you for your cock, sir” “I’m sorry i’ve been a bad boy, punish me” on a wall. Daddy pointed to each phrase and waited for Lin to try to speak them in English. If the boy didn’t learn a phrase or say it correctly, Daddy would whip his balls with a riding crop until Lin mastered each phrase in English.

-Being tied in a tight hogtie, the boy’s feet almost touching his head and then being suspended into the air like that, as Daddy jerked off below him.

-Being held over Daddy’s lap and spanked with a wooden paddle.

-Being forced to eat his meals from a dog bowl with just his mouth.

-Countless milkings and fuckings, in his mouth and ass. For weeks, he was gagged with an O ring gag to keep him from biting down on cock. Some day, Daddy told him that he’d be trusted to suck without that. The first time that Daddy fucked Lin’s ass, the boy was blindfolded and hand gagged/tied again to the bondage table, as Daddy’s thick cock pressed between the boy’s firm ass. Lin couldn’t believe how big the man was, the cock stretching his hole.

“Say it! Say it while I fuck you” said Daddy, releasing the boy’s mouth from his hand.

“I’m Daddy’s Asian whore! I’m Daddy’s Asian whore!’ cried Lin, before the hand came back over his mouth and Daddy thrust harder. “Good boy”

- Being largely kept tied up. When Lin wasn’t on a bondage table or tied standing up, Daddy put a leash on him and forced him to exercise in the large warehouse.

-He was very rarely without a gag, Daddy preferred Lin in a ball gag, but O ring gags, panel gags and muzzles were also used.

-The daily putting on of new briefs and new white socks, which Lin was never allowed to dress himself in. Daddy would put them on Lin every morning.

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Months later:

“I love how submissive he is” said Mr. N.

Mr. N was an older man in a suit, a few years older than Daddy – probably mid sixties. He was seated opposite Daddy in the warehouse, Lin was on his knees next to Daddy. Hands tied behind his back, ball gag in his mouth and briefs/socks on, and a large metal collar around his neck that made it tough for Lin to keep his head. But he did keep his head up, because he knew that any other action would result in a whipping. Daddy petted Lin’s head as he spoke to Mr. N, running a hand through the boy’s hair.

“Yes, Lin has learned a lot these past few months. He’s become such a good boy”

Lin moaned a “thank you sir” through his ball gag. This was a regular occurrence now. Almost daily, new men would show up at the warehouse to use Lin for a few hours in-between Daddy using him. Lin had forgotten about his old life by now, no hope of escape anyway. He was starting to understand more english, besides the phrases that Daddy had taught him. And in some ways, Lin was content. While this hadn’t been the adventure that he had wanted, he at least had purpose now in some sort of work. Sometimes he would still fight though, his straight boy frustration coming to the surface, but Daddy knew how to punish him for that.

“Can get a closer look at him?” “Sure. Lin go over to Mr. N”

Lin crawled on his knees towards Mr. N, his head now down as Daddy taught him to approach men by not looking at them. Mr. N grabbed a fistful of Lin’s hair and forced him to stand and then sit in Mr. N’s lap. The man’s hands immediately cupped Lin’s crotch through the briefs, and caressed his nipples. He too began petting Lin like some pet.

“And you say he’s from China?”

“Yes he is”

“He’s beautiful” Mr. N began grinding into Lin’s ass a bit, pulling on the collar, so Lin was forced to lean back into the man’s arms.

“Can I cum in him?”

“You can cum in every one of his holes”

“Fuck he’s so hot. Is he ticklish?” “Find out”

Mr. N grabbed one of Lin’s socked feet and tickled it, causing Lin to flinch. Mr. N smiled and licked Lin’s face, the old man’s tongue leaving spit all over him. Mr. N threw Lin off his lap and began undoing his own pants.

“I want him to suck me now”

Daddy got up from his seat and undid Lin’s ball gag.

“What do you say to the man, Lin?”

“Please sir, give me cock” said Lin. His accent was still heavy, but the phrase was getting clearer.

“Fucking hell that’s hot” said Mr. N as he roughly grabbed Lin by the face and began fucking the boy’s mouth. Mr. N pumped fast and hard into Lin, the boy gagging. Lin almost came off the cock, but Mr. N gripped his hair and kept him down. “FUCKING SUCK MY COCK, YOU SLUT! SUCK IT!!” screamed Mr. N.

In moments, Mr. N came deep in Lin’s mouth. Hot cum running down the boy’s tongue.

“Swallow it” said Mr. N. Lin did as he was told.

“Thank you sir” said Lin.

“Gag him again, I don’t want to hear him talk anymore” Daddy put the ball gag back in Lin’s mouth and tied it tight.

“Shall we go into the dungeon and I can show you what you can do to him with our equipment?” asked Daddy. “I want to sniff his white socked feet and tickle them, I want to tie him up and fuck him….and so much more”

“There a lot of options, come on, let me show you”

Mr. N grabbed Lin by the hair again and lifted the boy to his feet. He followed Daddy into the dungeon, almost dragging Lin behind him.

Another day in the dungeon, Lin thought….Another day.

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freshalphanut · 2 years ago

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WTF!

The crackling image appeared suddenly on his screen and Colin instantly recognised the tattoos….it was his boyfriend Eric, missing for 2 months.

He watched transfixed as a pair of big hobnail boots appeared and were held to the waiting mouth. The hooded slave dived on them in a frenzy, licking, lapping furiously.

Then the tail was ripped from the hole and another masked figure crouched onto it and with no preliminaries, with the biggest cock he had ever seen, plunged in and fucked brutally, Erics screams rang in his ears, begging…’ARRRGGGHHHH! i’ve been good, please, please, stop please…’

In response the Man in the boots stood on Eric’s head and then piss started to rain down on his back.

It was 15 minutes later, after the both Men had cum, after, Eric had been forced to lick the angry cocks clean, lick the puddles of piss off the floor, after the two Men had started barking orders that had Eric, begging, fetching, barking, rolling over and over, that Colin realised he was rubbing his cock, that he was getting close, that this was the most turned on he had ever been.

As Eric was fed a handful of what looked like dog food, Colin screamed and shot a huge load. Instantly, as quickly as it had appeared, the screen went black leaving Colin looking around, were they watching?

He reached for his phone, he should tell the police. But then a message appeared on the screen.

SAME TIME TOMORROW.

DON’T TELL A SOUL OR ELSE THAT WAS THE LAST TIME YOU’LL EVER SEE IT.

WE’VE JUST SHOWN IT THE FOOTAGE WE TOOK OF YOU WANKING TO ITS PAIN AND DEGRADATION. YOU’VE JUST HELPED US TO BREAK IT OF ANY LAST RESOLVE AND RESISTANCE. IT NOW UNDERSTANDS…YOU DON”T CARE, IT BELONGS TO US…PERMANENTLY.

AS A THANK YOU WE ARE PLEASED TO OFFER YOU A DISCOUNTED MEMBERSHIP TO THE WEBSITE. FOR JUST £13.99 A MONTH YOU’LL BE ABLE TO ENJOY DAILY UPDATES OF ‘SHITHOLES’ TRAINING. ENJOY!

Colin put the phone down, gave his cock a quick squeeze and reached for his wallet.

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freshalphanut · 2 years ago

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Ethan becomes a toy

Ethan was a 19 year old black football jock from the local college and a troublemaker. He was full of ego and thought himself the king of the campus, despite the fact that he was still relatively young. But his skills at football made him popular, as he had been in high school, so any bad behavior was largely overlooked. He had his pick of girls, he was slightly a bully and got ridiculously drunk on the weekends. But the thing that landed him in Daddy’s dungeon was a stupid prank. One night he suggested to his frat brothers that they go put shaving cream on every professor’s car that they could find in the surrounding neighborhood. The frat brothers drunkenly agreed and off they went. It was halfway through the night when Ethan, in his football jacket, sweater, jeans and white nike sneakers, poured shaving cream on the wrong car. Not someone from the university. Not some professor that had done them wrong. This was Daddy’s car. The minute Ethan started to wreck the car, something suddenly hit his neck. What the fuck? he thought as he pulled a dart from his neck. He barely had time to register this before his feet fell out from under him and Ethan fell down on Daddy’s lawn. His body completely immobile. Right before he passed out, Ethan saw an older man hover over him. He smiled at Ethan, took off the boy’s sneakers, picked Ethan up by his ankles and began dragging him towards Daddy’s house.

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Ethan woke up sitting on the floor of the living room. What the hell happened? His mind was foggy and he could barely open his eyes. He went to stand up and quickly found that his arms were tied behind him with rope, as were his ankles. This caused Ethan to fully wake up. He began to struggle, rolling over from a sitting position onto his side and that’s when he realized he was almost naked. His clothes had been stripped away leaving him in his grey boxer briefs and black nike socks.

“HELP! HELP!” screamed Ethan, as he tried to pick at the ropes holding his wrists together, but the cries came out muffled. What was on his mouth?! Tape?! He was tape gagged! Like someone had taken a roll of tape and went around his mouth several times in order to form a tight gag! What the fuck?!

“Silence, you whore”

A big hand reached down and gripped Ethan by the hair, forcing the boy onto his feet. Ethan trying to find his balance without use of his hands or legs. The big hand left his head and gripped the boy’s balls. Ethan whimpered, the man’s strength keeping a tight grip on the boy’s crotch as he struggled. Ethan now got his first good look at his captor in the light. The man was maybe in his mid - sixties, white, with a big beer belly, and biceps that looked like they could choke Ethan. For a moment, Ethan had thought that he could take the old man, but just feeling the man’s grip on his crotch made Ethan think otherwise. This was bad, he thought. Really bad.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Ethan” said the man as he let go of Ethan’s crotch and returned his grip to the boy’s hair. “Playing that prank on Daddy’s car. Very naughty. Don’t worry though, I’ll make you into a good boy” “Let me go! Let me fuckin’ go!” screamed Ethan into his gag. “Can’t understand a word that you’re saying, boy. You’ve been silenced. You’re Daddy’s boy now, you don’t need to speak. Just obey. I’m Daddy and I’m gonna teach you how to please me. How to be a good obedient sex toy” “Sex toy?!” shouted Ethan. “That’s right, boy. Now, let’s get you down into the dungeon” Ethan shook his head wildly, but in one movement, he was scooped up into Daddy’s arms and carried down a flight of stairs. When he saw ‘the dungeon”, he squirmed. A large basement full of bondage equipment across the walls - whips, paddles, chains, cuffs, all types of gags, clamps, riding crops, a chest of draws filled with what looked like white briefs and socks?. And then there were the bondage tables, a large bed fitted with restraints, a dog cage and a spanking bench.

He was dumped onto one of the bondage tables, his tape gag quickly removed, causing Ethan to cry out from the pain of ripping off tape.

“Yo what the fuck, dude?! YO LET ME GO! LOOK, I’M SORRY ABOUT YOUR CAR, OK?! I’M SO SORRY! Untie me, you bastard. People will be looking for me, you know that, right?! You’re going to be in so much trouble, you sick faggot!”

“Open wide”

‘NO! NO! WHAT IS THAT?! NO! YO FUCK OFF!”

Daddy held the boy’s nose and forced a large red ball gag into Ethan’s mouth, securing it behind the boy’s neck with a tiny lock. He then took scissors to Ethan’s boxer briefs, leaving the boy naked besides his socks. Ethan’s big dick and low hanging balls on full display. Ethan could barely keep his hands off his dick in college, constantly jerking off and loving whenever he could show off his big dick to a girl. But now with Daddy starting to jerk him, Ethan was a mess. “GET YOUR HAND OFF MY DICK!”

Daddy slapped the boy’s balls.

“Bad boy, you don’t tell Daddy what to do. Such a big stud, gonna get so much cum out of you. Now let’s get these socks off. Daddy has particular taste when it comes to socks and I don’t like these” Daddy quickly slipped off Ethan’s socks. And now the boy was fully naked, ball gagged and struggling on the table. Daddy took a pair of white socks from the chest of draws and dressed Ethan’s feet in them. To Ethan’s horror, the man then mouthed each foot, sniffing them too.

“Such a pretty boy” said Daddy, letting his hands explore the rest of Ethan’s body.

Drool was flowing out of the ball gag and onto Ethan’s abs, making them shiny in the dungeon light. Ethan continued to scream at Daddy as the man took two nipple clamps from one of the walls and attached them to either of the boy’s nipples. The pain was unbearable, Ethan couldn’t believe it. Daddy took a riding crop off the wall as well and began flicking it against the soles of Ethan’s socked feet. “OW YOU FUCK!” cried Ethan through the ball gag.

“Now boy, let’s start with that apology. Daddy’s wants to hear you apologize again and this time, I’ll make you mean it”

The riding crop came down hard on Ethan’s feet.

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Ethan was kept in tighty whities and white calf high socks. Daddy had given him a lecture on how boys shouldn’t wear boxers or boxer briefs, they should always be in briefs. He was assured that this would be the only two pieces of clothing that Daddy would allow him to wear in his presence. Daddy didn’t even allow the boy to put them on himself. Every morning, Daddy put new briefs and socks on Ethan, adjusting them to his liking. Ethan hated it, his big cock feeling stuffed in the tighty whities, but Daddy loved seeing the outline of the boy’s massive cock tucked against the brief fabric. Ethan also hated Daddy’s obsession with socked feet, enduring hours of the man caressing his socked feet and worshipping them.

Daddy had made other changes to Ethan, waxing the boy’s body hair and cutting his hair into a short buzz cut. His wrist and ankles were now always encased in thick leather cuffs, the kind that Daddy could secure into anything, Ethan feeling the weight of them whenever he moved. His mouth always gagged with some form of gag. Daddy liking him in a muzzle most days. In terms of sex, the boy had been taught how to suck via a dildo and was milked daily in various positions (a vibrator pressed firmly against his cock forcing him to cum multiple times). After multiple orgasms, Ethan would plead with the man - saying he had no more cum to give - but Daddy would just start the vibrator up again.

“Can’t fool me, boy. A teen like you has endless cum. Give it to Daddy”

Despite the milkings, Ethan had yet to be used fully. Training had mostly been to break him down into submission, which had yet to fully occur. But then came the morning of giving his first blow job….

“Good morning boy” said Daddy, one day - a month into Ethan’s training. “You know what to do, we practiced this with a dildo. Now it’s time for the real thing. Get on your hands and knees”

Ethan got on his hands and knees, crawling over to Daddy. Daddy had replaced Ethan’s muzzle with an O ring gag - just for this moment. The boy’s lips reaching over the metal O of the gag. Daddy petted Ethan’s head and pulled the briefs slightly down, revealing the boy’s ass.

“Nuzzle my crotch, boy”

Ethan obeyed, rubbing his face against Daddy’s crotch, the memory of his last disobedience still in his head - Daddy had whipped the boy hard for resisting this morning’s milking yet again. “Good boy, you want Daddy’s cock? You gonna blow Daddy every morning”

Ethan felt disgust rising in him that soon he would have a man’s cock in his mouth. But there was no escape, he had learned that quickly. This man had him and he was now slowly turning into Daddy’s toy. Daddy took out his own cock for the first time and Ethan’s eyes went wide, the thing was thick as hell. Ethan tried to pull his head back, but Daddy held him down, forcing the cock through the ring and into Ethan’s mouth. Ethan gagged on it immediately, but Daddy ignored him and began face fucking Ethan furiously.

“That’s it, boy. That’s it. All the way down to the base and back up to the shaft. Lick it! Yeah that’s it, let your tongue circle the head. Good slut. Good toy! How does it feel to have a man inside you? I’m gonna use you everyday now. Get ready for your training to become much more cock oriented. Gonna use your pretty ass next. Ahhh fuck, your throat feels so good. Here it comes, you ready? You ready?!”

Ethan choked on the huge load of cum that sprayed out of Daddy, pushing himself away from the man and spitting out the cum. Daddy rose in anger and slapped Ethan.

“You spit out Daddy’s seed. It’s your duty to swallow it. We’ll have to discipline you for that”

Daddy grabbed Ethan by the neck and brought him down to the dungeon. He strung up the boys arms in chains coming from the ceiling, forcing Ethan onto his tip toes. He took out the O ring gag. “I’m sorry Daddy” said Ethan with a smirk. Despite whatever punishment he was about to receive, part of him loved that he had pissed the man off. You gonna use me like that, old man? I’ll make sure you don’t get full satisfaction.

Daddy brought up a large leather spanking paddle with studs on it. Ethan’s eyes went wide. Oh fuck…..

“Gonna make you squeal, boy. But first…”

Daddy revealed something else in his hands. A lubed up butt plug.

“Let’s open you up for later….”

Ohhh fuckkkk.

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Ethan woke up tied to the dungeon bed on his stomach, his body tied spread eagle. He was naked besides the white socks. His mouth without a gag for once. He must’ve passed out during the spanking. Then he felt it. The butt plug, his hole contracting against it. He had forgotten.

“You’re gonna become a true sex toy tonight” “Yo dude please don’t….please I’m begging you…”

“I thought I’d trained all of that “Yo dude” speech out of you” “Please Daddy, please…”

“Shhh be a good boy and accept your place” said Daddy as the man petted Ethan’s head. “I guarantee you, you’ll enjoy this”

Daddy took the butt plug out and Ethan gasped, as the man immediately began licking Ethan’s asshole. Waves of pleasure suddenly washed over Ethan and he was holding back a moan. Daddy went deeper with his tongue, and Ethan couldn’t hold it any longer. He moaned like a bitch in heat. What was happening? He was a proud straight boy, even after everything this man had put it him through. He wasn’t going to be suddenly enjoying -

“OHHHHH!”

Ethan’s cock was getting hard with each lick of tongue.

“That’s it boy, enjoy it” Daddy stuck two fingers into Ethan’s ass, quickly finding the boy’s prostate and stimulating it. Ethan bit into one of the pillows, but found that his whole body was shaking with pleasure. And then he surprised himself-

“FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK YOUR TOY!”

In seconds, Daddy was on top of him. The man’s huge belly pressing Ethan into the bed as he began fucking the boy. Daddy hand gagged Ethan, but the boy’s moans were incredibly loud. Ethan’s eyes were rolling into the back of his head in pleasure as the man’s thick cock continued to fill him. All of his struggling was leaving him. All of his hatred of this man was leaving him. All that mattered right now was that he continue to ride this cock. That this feeling never end. For all this time, Ethan had cursed the night that he trashed Daddy’s car. Now he found himself grateful for it? What in the world -

“Say you love Daddy’s cock!”

“I LOVE DADDY’S COCK!” “From now on, you’ll take every load I give you. In the mouth or the ass. You’ll accept it and thank me”

“YES DADDY!”

“Are you Daddy’s sex toy? My good boy?”

Before Ethan could even think of a response, he cried out -

“I’M DADDY’S TOY!! I”M DADDY’S LITTLE WHORE! I’M DADDY’S SLUT!”

And with that Daddy came deep inside him and Ethan truly accepted/learned to love his new role.

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freshalphanut · 2 years ago

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A Real Dom

19 year old straight boy Trevor had been creating a business for himself on twitter and cash apps. He had heard of this thing called fin doms, where straight boys posted photos of their bodies or feet online for faggots to pay tributes. Out of sheer curiosity, the teenager had tried it and ended up loving it. He loved showing off his body and dominating the fags that followed him online, and he started to find that he was getting a decent amount of money from it. He could never really know who he was getting the tributes from, but one guy had given him a thousand for a video of him taking off his shoes! What the fuck? These dudes were sick, but as long as they gave him money, Trevor didn’t care. Worship my body, you fuckers. I’m your God. I’m your dom. The teenager was developing a huge ego from all of this.

Then one day, he got a message online:

“I want you in briefs and white socks. You wear black socks too much”

“Pay for it, fucker, and I’ll think about it. But I ain’t wearing no briefs. I’ll wear trunks, that’s as far as you’re getting there, faggot”

“You dare to call me faggot?”

“Yes, bitch. You’re my sub. I’m the dom. You follow my instructions, fag. Worship your nineteen year old god”

“We’ll see about that. I’ll send you the money today, I expect photos of your trunks and socks within a few days’

“Fuck you bitch, I’ll get them to you when I want. You worship and obey me”

“Ok boy”

The money came in fast enough and made Trevor gasp. The man or whoever it was had sent more money than he had received in a year from followers. He guessed he had to go through with it. But something about that message creeped him out a bit. He usually went through with most requests though, no matter how odd, and for less money than this person was offering. So Trevor picked up some low cut white nike socks and black versace trunks. He took some photos and sent them off.

“WORSHIP ME, FAG. You like what your master sent you?”

“I do and I will worship that hot body and socks, you slut. You’ve been very bad, giving me the middle finger”

“What did you call me?”

“I called you a slut, you teenage cunt. You’re not a real dom”

“Yes, I am, fag”

“No, you most certainly are not. I’m gonna show you what a real dom is. Now that I’ve seen these photos, I know exactly where you belong. I’m gonna put the bitch in his place.”

Trevor immediately ended the chat and blocked the user on all of his apps. “I’m gonna put the bitch in his place”, that shit really freaked Trevor out. He never regretted sending pics to anyone, especially if it was a hot girl. But now he regretted this. Fucking hell. Okay, well, there was no way this person knew where he was physically, right? No way. So he was safe. Trevor breathed a sigh of relief and went off to film some more tributes for some regular followers. That would make him feel better, to dominate some true fags that loved him. He was a real dom. Yes, he was young. Having just turned nineteen. But he was able to dominate many of these fuckers to the point of them being moaning crying messes in their gratitude to him. He was providing a good service and it made him feel powerful. The money helped too.

After drinking a few beers that he had stolen from an older friend and jerking off to some lesbian big titted porn, Trevor got dressed for bed - a tank, plaid boxers, grey sweatpants and black calf length socks. He had noticed that he was still wearing the low cut white socks that that user had told him to wear and he quickly shoved them off in disgust. He felt better after the beer and jerking off. He wouldn’t let that fucker spoil his evening. He tucked himself into bed, dreaming about what he’d buy with his money from these fags. Maybe a set of interior lights for his car? Or a guitar? That would be cool for sure.

“I told you I’d put the bitch in his place”

Trevor’s eyes snapped open in the middle of the night to see a tall man standing over his bed in the dark. Was he dreaming? Or - suddenly the full weight of the man came down on him and a cloth rag was pressed to Trevor’s face. OK NOT DREAMING. Trevor tried to snap his body out of sleep mode and fight, but his reflexes were slow. He spent days at the gym, but it seemed like his muscles were nothing compared to this man. Trevor spotted huge biceps on him and what looked like thick silver hair.

“Shh go back to sleep. Daddy will take care of everything”

Trevor tried to call out to his roommates in the apartment, but after a moment or two found that he was passing out again. What the fuck was on this rag that was pressed to his face? Some smelling liquid? Fuck. Fuck this was bad. This was very very -

And then darkness. His eyes rolled back.

And he was asleep again.

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Trevor woke up curled in a ball on a bed. Perhaps he had been dreaming? His head felt groggy, but he was still in bed, so maybe that horrific incident hadn’t happened. He shouldn’t drink before bed anymore, he thought. But then he went to roll over and heard chains clink. His eyes burst open. He was in bed, yes, but definitely not his own. The bed was larger and in the middle of a dark room with just a set of candles lighting the space. But that wasn’t what made Trevor panic. He was naked! And on his wrists and ankles were thick cushioned leather cuffs that were heavy, and attached to each cuff were chains that attached to the top and bottom of the bed. Then there was a huge collar around his neck which chained to the headboard of the bed. Trevor tried to scream but found that his mouth was gagged with a panel gag, the gag secured extra tight. He thrashed on the bed, moving as much as the chains would allow, which was not much. He screamed as loud as he could, but the gag made them into muffled moans. He clawed at the collar which felt like it could choke him if he pushed his movement too far. He tried to undo the cuffs and the gag, but they were all secured with tiny locks that would not open without keys. His long wavy hair was swaying about as he struggled.

“Look at the bitch, struggling like a wild animal. No way you’re a dom”

Trevor stopped struggling and looked up as Daddy entered the room with a flogger in hand.

“YOU SICK FUCK! LET ME GO!” Trevor screamed into the gag, trying to launch himself towards Daddy, but the chains quickly pulled the boy back onto the bed. Daddy smiled at the effort.

“Stupid teenage cunt. You should be thanking me. I’m gonna show you what you really are and give you the attention of a real dominant man”

Daddy took out a remote and pointed it towards the bed. Immediately the chains began to retract into the bed. Trevor pulled at them, trying to keep the amount of limited mobility that he had. But soon the chains had pulled back so much that Trevor was now pinned spread eagle to the bed and could barely move besides pounding his fists into the bed.

“Such a beautiful boy, just one more addition’ said Daddy as he took out a pair of white low cut socks and placed them on the boy’s bare feet. The man then began caressing Trevor’s soles, slowing moving his hands up and down the bottom of the boy’s feet.

‘GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, FAG!”

“I’m sorry, can’t understand you through that gag, beautiful.” Trevor tried to pull his feet away from the man, but the cuffs kept his newly socked feet in his captor’s hands. Trevor had always been ticklish and the man’s fingers digging into his feet slowly made Trevor squirm. But the man would not stop caressing Trevor’s feet, he even lifted the boy’s ankles to sniff each socked foot and then, to the boy’s horror, put Trevor’s socked toes in his mouth.

“Hmm smells and tastes as good as I’d hoped” said Daddy as he finally released the boy’s feet. “Those socks feel good on you? I told you that I wanted you to wear them, it’s what you should be in at all times. That and tighty whities, but we’ll get to that later. First —”

Trevor’s eyes went wide as Daddy lifted the flogger and brought it down hard on the teenager’s abs. Trevor screamed at the pain, but before he could do anything more, the flogger came down again. And again and again. In rapid motion. His abs were now red, his biceps fully flexed from pulling at his restraints in pain. His toes curling in his socks.

“STOP! PLEASE STOP!” Daddy reached down and petted the boy’s head, running his hands through Trevor’s lush wavy long hair. Petting him like an animal, it filled Trevor with anger. What was this fucker going to do to him? Beat him up? Play with his body? He wasn’t a fucking play thing for fags, he was a strong straight boy. He would not allow this man to keep him like this -OW!

The flogger came down hard again, but this time on Trevor’s balls. All anger and fight went out from Trevor for a moment, his eyes wide with begging - not my balls! Not my balls! He tried to pull his legs in, but the cuffs on his ankles kept his legs spread wide open.

“Don’t you hide from me. You need this, you bitch. Open those legs” The flogger came down on Trevor’s balls again and again. The pain becoming unbearable. And then it stopped, Trevor breathing hard through his nose. He was moaning, until he stopped himself. Don’t let your guard down. He turned to Daddy and screamed in his face. Daddy slapped the boy.

“Gonna need to break you down, you nineteen year old slut. Gotta break down that ego that thought you could be a dom. You are and will always be a play thing for men. A sex toy. A slave. Daddy’s slave now. Look at you now, body all red from whipping. Let Daddy kiss it and make it better”

Trevor shook his head “no! NO!” as Daddy rolled on top of the boy and positioned himself between his legs. Daddy kissed the boy on top of his gag and then moved down to Trevor’s nipples, spending time mouthing each and circling them with his tongue. Trevor’s nipples had always been connected to his cock. He usually squeezed them when he jerked off. And now, even despite his disgust, the man’s tongue flicking at each nipple made his cock respond and grow. Daddy moved to each bicep and kissed them, he even sniffed both of Trevor’s shaved pitts.

“You shave your pitts, huh? Gonna make you grow those out, I want to see some hair there. Smells of nice sweat. I like it.”

Indeed the boy was sweating, his body now glistening from having struggled so much. Daddy made his way to the boy’s abs, his hands holding the boy’s firm hips, kissing each ab. Trevor knew where the man was going and tried to prepare himself, but then he felt the man take Trevor’s penis in his mouth and -

“STOP SUCKING ME! DON’T YOU FUCKING DO THIS! I’M NOT YOUR PLAY THING!!!!”

His face was red with screaming. Daddy just went on sucking each of Trevor’s balls, burying his nose in them, sniffing the boy’s hairy pubic area and sucking Trevor’s now half hard cock. Trevor had been able to fuck a lot of girls in his two years of college. His long cock had been heavily desired at many parties, in fact his crotch had recently been grabbed during one. He was no virgin to sex, especially blow jobs, which were his favorite. So to have this man take on Trevor’s favorite sexual activity instead of some hot girl, made the straight boy feel like throwing up. He closed his eyes tight as the man’s lips wrapped his shaft, the tongue circling the head, the warm sensation of Daddy’s mouth. And then the man did something that Trevor couldn’t have even imagined, he lifted up the boy’s hips and began licking Trevor’s taint and asshole.

“GET OFF ME!!”

“Such a yummy boy, you taste just as I’d like. But you’re right, I’m over indulging instead of focusing on your training”

“FUCK YOU!”

“Now you may be muzzled, but I think I understood that. Such a naughty naughty boy. Let’s get back to disciplining you”

Daddy got up and grabbed a riding crop, he began to slowly brush it against the boy’s socked feet, up and down. Up and down.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

HIT. The riding crop slapped at Trevor’s foot like the flogger, sending pain through him. Daddy held the boy’s foot flexed and began quickly hitting it with the riding crop, keeping a firm grip on the socked foot despite its wiggling.

“You may be gagged, cunt. And you’ll be gagged for a very long time, but I want to hear the following from you - “I’m not a dom, I’m Daddy’s sex toy”. Say it and I’ll stop hitting your feet. Tell me to fuck off and we’ll be doing this till your feet are red…….your choice”

——————–

“HURRY UP, BOY”

Trevor struggled forward. He was being led on a collar and leash, his arms tied behind him and his legs cuffed close together too, his body naked besides the white socks. His panel gag was still in, but an additional blindfold had been thrown over his eyes. He had no idea where his captor was leading him, but it was far away from the room with the bed. Or the man was just leading him around a small space on a leash for amusement. It could be either, Trevor thought.

Where was he? thought Trevor. Would anyone find him? Was anyone looking for him? That was the more important question. He did have a tendency to go off on his own and wander with a joint in his mouth, it tended to clear his mind. If he disappeared for weeks on end, people wouldn’t necessarily deem it odd. He had screwed himself by being a jock that liked to tell people to fuck off when they tried to be invested in him. Now here he was, at the mercy of this man…all because he had tried to make some extra cash.

He was stopped and his blindfold was taken off. In front of him was a bondage table with the following: a pair of tighty whities, a rubber hood, several leather straps and a rubber sack. Above all of this was a suspension system of some sort.

“You’ve had a long day, it’s time to go to bed now” Daddy removed the panel gag and Trevor was able to spit out some drool. “If you curse at me or struggle, I’ll bring out the whip again. Understood?”

“Yes….” said Trevor, the memory of the flogger and the soreness in feet from the riding crop making him behave for the time being.

“Yes, Sir is the proper response”

Daddy grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and forced him forward towards the table. He undid the boy’s ankle restraints and for a moment Trevor considered fighting, but the man resumed his grip on Trevor’s neck and Trevor was reminded of his strength.

“What is all of this?’ asked Trevor, staring at the objects on the table.

“A boy like you doesn’t deserve to sleep in a bed. You must be bound. But first things first, lets put on your slave uniform”

Daddy lifted up the tighty whities.

“STEP INTO THEM, SLUT!” Daddy screamed into the boy’s ear. Trevor was startled, he stepped into the tighty whities and Daddy pulled them up. Trevor hated briefs, mainly because of how big his cock was - boxers tended to be more comfortable. These briefs forced his cock to sit to the side, cupping his balls tightly too. Daddy reached over and adjusted the crotch, feeling up Trevor as he went, making sure that the briefs cupped the boy’s ass well. He then grabbed Trevor by the chin.

“Look at me, slut. You’ve worn your last clothes, understood? From now on, you will wear nothing but tighty whities and white socks. I’ll dress you in a new pair of both every day. This is your uniform. It makes me hard to see you like this, to dress you against your will in these hot items. Now lay down on the table”

“This is so sick…”

Daddy slapped the boy again and Trevor’s anger receded a bit.

“Dude please, I’m sorry for whatever you feel was…whatever I did, I’m sorry. Please let me go. This is so…I’m a good guy! I don’t deserve this. I don’t fucking deserve this shit!”

Daddy threw the boy on the bondage table with a simple flip of his strong arms. In another swift motion, Daddy bound the boy’s legs together with two of the leather straps, one around the ankles and the other around the thighs. With his hands still bound behind him, the other leather straps were secured around his elbows and shoulders. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, Trevor was completely secured. Daddy gave the boy’s crotch another feel up through the briefs and then picked up the rubber sack.

“COME ON PLEASE! PLEASE STOP! WHAT IS THAT?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! NO! NO! FUCK!”

Daddy petted the boy’s head again to calm him and then proceeded to slip the boy’s bound body into the rubber sleep sack. The sack was zipped all the way up to the boy’s collar. Daddy then took the leather hood and forced the boy’s head into it, the hood having an opening for the eyes and the mouth. Despite Trevor’s begging, Daddy replaced the blindfold and then forced the panel gag back into the boy’s mouth. Now Trevor was completely encased from head to toe, hooded, blindfolded, gagged and bound in a sack. Daddy rubbed himself as the boy thrashed from side to side on the table, wiggling like a worm. His muffled screams coming through the gag. Daddy then secured the boy’s form into the suspension system above the bondage table and soon Trevor….completely encased in the sack and hood….was suspended in the air above the table, almost as if he was standing in mid air. Daddy laid down on the table and began to jerk off to the boy’s cries and struggling. He could see the boy’s feet pressing through the sack and that made Daddy almost cum. Trevor was in full panic, almost all senses blacked out and now made to dangle in the air like some…..like a toy.

What was he becoming?

———————-

“Good boy, good cum cow”

Days? Weeks? Sometime later.

Trevor was on all fours, the leather cuffs back on his wrists/ankles and chained to a bondage table, keeping him in position. The briefs were around his ankles and Daddy relentlessly milking the boy’s cock for a third time. A vibrating cock ring had been outfitted on him, so now Trevor was endlessly hard whenever Daddy wanted. Today he was gagged with a red ball gag. He could count on one finger, the amount of times that he was left ungagged…and it was mostly to be fed food….then in went the gag again. Trevor grunted into the gag and came in a full burst of cum, his cum landing a jar below him.

“Surely you can do better than that. Your nineteen year old balls have so much cum to give to Daddy. Let’s do one more”

Trevor moaned as the volume on the cock ring was elevated and Daddy’s hand continued to pump out another load from it. Daddy took out the ball gag, letting Trevor breathe for a moment, trying to catch his breath after the loads.

“What are you, boy?”

“A sex toy, Sir”

“And you’re not a dom?”

“No, sir. I was a stupid teenage cunt to think that”

“Good, you’re learning. But I don’t know if I believe you yet. Let’s educate that mouth a bit more”

Trevor’s eyes went wide as Daddy got up on the bondage table in front of him, with his cock out.

“Wait….wait Daddy….I -”

Daddy slapped Trevor and grabbed a hold of Trevor’s head.

“I knew there was some fight left in that naughty mouth, even with the constant gagging. It’s time you were fed some cock to clean it out” “NO! NO! PLEASE - MPHMPP”

With a firm grasp on either side of Trevor’s head, Daddy thrust his huge cock into the straight boy’s mouth and pumped into Trevor. Trevor almost immediately gagged, but the man’s grip on his head/hair made it impossible to spit the cock out. Drool fell out of his mouth and onto the bondage table as Daddy continued face fucking the boy. Trevor’s face was now buried in the man’s hairy pubic area, the man’s large balls bouncing on Trevor’s chin.

“You better swallow every drop of cum, you hear me? That’s what a proper sex toy does. You ready for the cum, huh? YOU READY, YOU TEENAGE CUNT?!”

A huge burst of cum filled Trevor’s mouth and the boy choked, finally managing to back off the cock. He was coughing and most of Daddy’s cum ended up on the bondage table, besides some strings of it that stuck to Trevor’s lips.

“I’m sorry, sir”

“Lick it up”

Daddy gripped Trevor by the hair and pushed his head down on the bondage table until the boy licked every drop of cum up. Trevor felt so humiliated. For the first time, a man had fucked him in the face. It made him want to cry. And now he had to lick up every inch of cum or….he’d be punished. This was his life.

“You’ve made Daddy very unhappy”

“I’m sorry Daddy, I’m so sorry. It was just so big”

“I know, boy. But you should’ve swallowed and now you need to be severely punished for that’ “But I licked up everything! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! I SHOULDN’T BE PUNISHED! I LICKED IT UP!”

The ball gag was forced back in.

“NO! NO DON’T GAG ME AGAIN, DON”T - MMMMHPPP!!”

Trevor thrashed against his restraints, losing all control of himself. He screamed into the gag as loud as he could. His long hair whipping about as he struggled.

“I guess all of that training still hasn’t fully set in. You’re a tough straight boy to break. You tricked me, you liar, I thought that you had learned. Learned to accept your punishment, your lessons from Daddy. Learned to serve a real dom and be submissive. But I see now that you are even more naughty than I thought. It’s time for me to go really tough on you”

Trevor almost heard none of this, his face red with fury and anger, as he continued to pull at the cuffs keeping him on all fours. Daddy slid Trevor’s briefs back up onto his ass.

“I’m gonna need some help here”

Daddy clapped his hands and four men entered the room, each as big and muscular as Daddy. All of them in their fifties and sixties. And all dressed in leather.

“Fellow Daddies. Let me introduce Trevor. Trevor has been under the impression that he is a dom.”

The men laughed.

“I know. Hysterical. I’ve been trying to break him, but the teenager is tougher than i thought.”

“I have some nipple clamps that should break the bitch” said one of the men as he spit in Trevor’s face.

“I’m gonna stretch his balls” said another.

“I think a good spanking with the hardest paddle should help” said the third.

“I want to fuck him” said the fourth.

Trevor’s eyes went wide at that.

“He hasn’t had his anal virginity taken yet. I thought that the four of you could help with that” said Daddy. “Maybe spit roast him”

“You know what that means, straight boy?” asked one of the men.

Trevor shook his head wildly.

“It means one of us will fuck you in the mouth, while the other fucks you in the ass. And then we’ll switch positions, until each of us has fucked each hole”

“Wonderful idea” smiled Daddy.

The four men closed in on Trevor as the boy continued to struggle against his cuffs and moan into his ball gag. No longer a dom for sure, about to be nothing more than a cum dump.

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