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In a surprisingly short amount of time, i am completely used to the fact that he is naked. i bask in the comforting security of being immobilized by his weight as his knees sink deep into the bed on both sides of my hips. He presses down on my shoulders to work out the stress that collects there. He has a gentle yet firm touch that i could grow addicted to. The strength i feel in his hands and the authoritative way he touches my body soon has me floating in deep subspace.

i lose track of time, adrift in a haze of gratitude as he takes care of me. i am only slightly aware of the soft drag of his heavy cock across my lower back. The massage is intense and sometimes painful but it's exactly what i need. He reads my body and moans with accurate precision, knowing just how hard to work the flesh and muscle beneath his hands.

He doesn't hesitate in the transition from my lower back to my buttocks, kneading and working each cheek, pressing my groin deeper and deeper into the mattress. i can't help but moan when his oiled fingers graze my hole - a pitiful admission of the fact that no one has touched me there in much to long.

He oils my thighs and lifts me slightly to work his hands around each leg, his fingers grazing my balls as he grasps my upper thigh. My calves and feet are not slighted in the least; every part of my body gets his attention and is healed beneath his attentive touch.

i know the end must be near as i resist falling asleep. Yet he continues to touch me with his slick, strong hands, gently moving my legs apart. i am in a deep state of relaxation as if in a trance. So i give no resistance to the gentle pressure i feel against my buttocks. Nor do i clench when that pressure builds and slowly penetrates my greased hole. It happens much too easily and without incident.

A panicked moan is pressed from my lungs as i feel the sting. He folds his naked body on top of mine and sinks deeper inside me. i feel the tight fullness of his ample girth stretching me and shudder at the tender caress of his lips on my shoulder as he holds me still. The slow relentless pressure builds until he is fully seated inside me. He holds me tight and gently grinds his body against mine.

Slowly, he raises my hands above my head and interlocks his long, beautiful fingers in mine. i feel safe, warm, and cared for. With his full weight pinning me down and holding me perfectly still, he begins to thrust.

Each stroke feels deeper than the one before it.

Despite the pain of being impaled by something so punishing, i feel completely adrift in a state of euphoria. Time stops. The sounds of his exertion meld melodically with my own sounds of pain and astonished pleasure. The loud slap of his balls against my ass and the deep baritone of his moans are the only indication i have that he is nearing his release. i have no sense of how long he's been inside me but am keenly aware that he has never stopped owning my body as he makes it yield to his manipulation and control.

i feel inebriated and incapable of words as he works to a frenzied orgasm that fills me with cum. His groans sooth my tortured psyche and i want nothing more than to stay in his arms. He collapses against my back, using every inch of his body to rub and massage me as his cock pulses the last remaining spurts of seed.

i feel utter calm and peace. And when it's clear that he doesn't intend to move, i finally give in to sleep with the warmth of his breath against my neck.

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i was a communications professional. Words were the tools of my craft. In my personal life, i've relied upon them to compensate for many things and to get what i want. Now, words are useless.

In a country where i can't speak, read, write, or understand the language i am as vulnerable as i've ever felt in my life. And He makes no attempt to lessen that discomfort. In fact, He leverages it to His advantage.

Every day, He speaks long, emphatic dialogues directed at me, knowing full well i can't comprehend a word. And i've learned i can't rely upon intonation or facial expressions either. He'll frequently use gentle, condescending tones right before physically accosting me for unknown reasons. i'm doomed to fail the tasks He sets out for me because i can only learn the nuances of His expectations from trial and error.

i don't know if He speaks English but i've stopped begging for mercy, at least with words, which perhaps makes my cries all the more poignant.

My passport, wallet, cellphone - anything that connected me with my former life - its all gone.

He has the countenance of someone who is extremely happy and lighthearted, which is what dismantled my guard to begin with. It's not that He's a cruel person. It's obvious that to Him, it's completely natural and permissible to enslave, own, and use me for His pleasure, whenever and however He wants.

The way He fucks me tells me a lot about how He sees me; it's almost always on my back in a manner that always leaves me feeling feminized. Even when it's romantic and tender, there's always an edge to the way He maneuvers and controls me that lets me know i'm a possession - not an equal.

He loves to play in my wrecked hole afterwards, pushing His cum back inside with His long fingers and delighting in the sight of His plentiful load oozing out of me. The way He beats me makes me feel even more like the worst version of a 50s housewife - dragging me by the hair to show me where i've not cleaned to His expectation or slapping me for challenging Him with my eyes.

i've learned quickly how to please Him: crawling on my knees; kissing the head of His cock; screaming loudly when He fucks me hard like a Man possessed; keeping my head bowed and always letting Him take the initiative in any physical contact; and when He feeds me His cum off His fingers, looking Him in the eyes and showing sincere gratitude.

i don't know what i've become. What started out as survival techniques have become my natural inclination and way of life. He's just as happy as He was when i first saw Him; i like to think that perhaps He's even happier now that He has what He wants. i never leave His home. i'm locked in chastity and wear the constant marks of His ownership across my body. And i am happier than i ever was before i met Him, because i too now have what i didn't know i wanted or needed.

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Poor Steven when he was informed about the new Federal Law passed requiring all males between the ages of 18-25 to report to a collections office to get their penis measured and anyone under 6 inches would become government owned slaves,he thought he’d be safe, but sure enough when he got to his measuring he stopped just short at 5.8 inches.

“Come on doc it’s only 0.2 inches you can cut me a break” Steven said hoping the doctor might look the other way. Suddenly the doctor slapped Steven across the face so hard Steven fell to the ground then said.

“Sorry fag boy rules are rules, you’re a slave now so I gotta teach you early to follow them. Guard come take this one in for processing.” Steven was shocked and angry but before he could do anything a 6’3 muscular man walked in and easily put Steven’s 5’8 scrawny in handcuffs and lead him away by his wavy curly brown hair , but before he left the office the doctor said “you are a cute little fag tho I hope you get put up for auction so I can bid on you.”

The rest of the day was processing he got the government branded “Slave” tattoo on the back of his neck along with a identification barcode on his butt and was told he was not aloud cover them under any means before assignment and he was to obey any order given to him by any man. Then he was let go for 48 hours to give up all his belongings and settle affairs before reporting back for assignment. To help him start they took everything he brought with him including his wallet, phone, car keys and, all his clothes leaving him to walk 20 minutes home bare naked.

After got to his apartment he realized they took his house keys and the only other pair were the ones his pervy old landlord has. To avoid anymore embarrassment from just standing naked in the hall he quickly rushed down the stairs and knocked on the landlord’s office door.

“Come in” said the landlord. “Oh look who we have here Steven.” The landlord was a fat 50 year old Italian man who always made Steven feel uncomfortable, always looking at him like he was a piece of meat. “Guess you were smaller than I thought” he said mockingly while circling Steven. Well I suppose you need me to unlock your door so you can pack up, had a couple other slaves come in Buck naked asking the same.”

“Yea” Steven said sheepishly embarrassed about his current predicament.

“That’s Yes Sir to you faggot” said the landlord before giving Steven a good slap to the ass.

“Yes Sir” replied Steven.

“Good Fag now unzip my pants and suck my cock” the landlord demanded.

“No fucking way” Steven said in disgust before getting slapped to the ground for a second time.

“Are you fucking stupid faggot I’m a Man and I gave you an order and to my understanding you have to follow it now unless you want to call the local Slave Center to collect you early you’ll suck my cock” the landlord said while unzipping his pants and sticking his semi hard dick In Stevens face.

“Yes Sir” Steven said in defeat while slowly putting his lips around his perverted landlords sweaty cock.

Immediately after Steven had taken the landlords cock in his mouth his grabbed the back of his head and started face fucking him. “You’re lucky I’m a gentleman and saving your Cherry incase the government wants to auction you” said the landlord while Steven was trying and failing to escape the brutal face fucking him with his now fully erect 7 inch penis. After 5 minutes Steven stop struggling and his landlord started coming down his throat, “Good faggot can’t believe I’ve waited years hoping you’d be a couple months late on rent so I could to do that to you, oh well let’s get you into that apartment so you can get back to the center.”

Later all Steven could think was “I gotta find a way out of this, I can’t do that for the rest of my life.” So he scoured the internet on ways to escape luckily he found a group of new slaves in a town just a 1 hour drive away away that planned to sneak over the border the next night but since he couldn’t leave county limits on public transport and his car was repossessed he’d have to start walking that night so he through on a loose hoodie and sweats and started walking while holding his finger out hoping anyone would let him hitch the rest of the ride.

Sometime mid morning he was walking on the side of the highway and a delivery truck pulled up next to him.

The driver rolled down the passenger window and said “hi I’m Dave hop on in.“

“Thanks Dave I’m just going to the next town over” said Steven while getting in the truck.

“Well that’s great I’m heading that way right now “ Dave said starting the truck and merging back onto the highway. For the next 40 minutes of driving they talk and joked around like regular dudes. Steven was happy to finally be treated like a real human being again like the last 24 hours never happened.

The truck came to a stopped ,“welp you’re here” said Dave. The passenger door immediately swung open and Steven was grab by huge man. Panicking Steven looked around and suddenly realized he hood was down the whole time, Dave must have seen the tattoo on the back of his neck and taken him to a Slave Center. While the big man took Steven inside kicking and cursing at Dave, Dave just got out of his truck and walked up to the trainer in front of the building.

“Thank you for bringing in this misguided slave be rest assured he’ll be punished accordingly for trying to escape. After that he was originally assigned to be auctioned but as gratitude for bringing him in we’ll let you decide his fate.” Said the trainer.

“Well I could use a new slave to tie to the front of my truck and use a truck stops and what not” said Dave.

“Any specific modifications ?” Asked the trainer.

“Permanent chastity obviously but maybe you could really work his throat and seal him in a self cleaning/cooling bio rubber gimp suit. I wanna be able to leave him at a truck stop for a day or two and not worry about dehydrating him” replied Dave with a devilish grin.

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