5 comments/ 23115 views/ 15 favorites Slave to the Man Ch. 01 By: slenderUKmale Part 1: Called to Account I got to read the text shortly after we'd arrived for our first night of the 5 day conference. I was tired and irritable, wondering what the hell I was doing there. This wasn't my usual work function. I was used to the anonimity of the office desk and monitor. But for some reason the boss, Jim, thought I needed to "widen my horizons" and a free five days expenses-paid trip in a good hotel was a horizon I was happy to view. I suppose too I was eager to ingratiate myself with him, partly because I saw it as a way I might work my way up his small company's ladder, but also due in a great part to the fact that I'd been stealing from him. It wasn't a collossall sum of money. At least the sums weren't that big. I'd just eked a little this way and that in the accounts that went across my desk - fifty pounds here and fifty pounds there. Nothing that I thought might arouse undue suspicion, and indeed so it had seemed. I'd been with the company almost two years and in that time I'd perhaps relieved Jim of almost £3000. The small sums had added up to a hefty amount, and the guilt gnawed at me. I hadn't joined the company as a thief. But I had joined it as an addict, with an addiction that was already costing too much. My fondness for the finest available skunk marajuana had hit my cashflow hard, and the ready money ran out before the grass supply did, and I owed a dealer a considerable sum. I took a gamble and 'borrowed from the till', fully expecting to pay it back. When it wasn't noticed I had continued to steal, hiding from my shame and guilt behind a haze of joint smoke. After we'd arrived at the hotel that evening I'd had to endure an hour or so in the bar with Jim and his co-director, as well as a few other people from accounts, when all I wanted to do was get to my room, have a shower, and enjoy a long smoke, perhaps while I toyed with myself in front of some porn. I was just wandering to my room after bidding my colleagues goodnight, thinking about whether porn would show up itemised on the company bill, when my phone buzzed and there was the message from Jim, asking me to call by his room to collect a schedule for the next day and have a look at some figures. I wondered why the hell it couldn't wait until breakfast, but as I said, I was wanting to be the boss's golden boy, so got the lift to another floor and followed various signs until I found the right numbers. As I approached his door I could smell that I was obviously in the smoking section, and I made a note to make sure I got a room here in future, which would save me having to hang out of the window. I arrived at his door, and after straightening my tie and making sure my shirt was tucked and my trousers zipped, I knocked. * "It's open!" I heard the familiar sound of Jim's voice from within. I pushed open the door and found myself in a suite that was almost disappointing for its modesty, considering Jim's wealth and business clout. Admittedly it was better than my standard double room, but not what I would have gone for if I'd owned a company. There again it was my expensive tastes that had always got my into trouble. Jim was sitting behind the desk across the room. He was a tall, imposing man. In his mid-fifties but still fit and strong-looking. His angular features and shaved scalp projected an image of a man who didn't suffer fools gladly. I always felt younger when in his vicinity, almost naive. I respected him hugely, which made my theft from him even more despicable. "Thanks for coming Jamie. Close the door and take a seat." I sat down noticing the ash tray on the desk with a cigar lying in it as yet unlit. A started to crave the joint that was waiting for me in my room and hoped that this wouldn't take too long. Jim rummaged through some papers and then produced a sheet and handed it to me. "That's the schedule for tomorrow. It's a 9.30am start so not too early. We'll all meet at breakfast and take it from there." I nooded and glanced at the dull-looking timetable of talks about accounting, seminars on accounting, lunches with accountants, as Jim rummaged again in his paperwork. "I'd also like you to have a look over these figures too" he said, passing me a couple of sheets stapled together. It took perhaps a full ten seconds or so of staring at the list of figures before I realised what they were, my heart hammering in my chest and my blood starting to turn cold. I felt light-headed and my sight turned to tunnel-vision as I looked at an itemised listing of my theft over the course of two years. Pages of lists of numbers, with my own secret transfers glaring in yellow highlighter. I looked up at Jim. He was just sitting there, looking at me over steepled fingers. It was several seconds before he spoke. "Now, firstly I don't want you to insult my intelligence by pretending that either you don't know what that document refers to, or that it wasn't you that was responsible. I've taken a considerable time to check and double-check, and I'm a thorough man. You've been stealing from me almost the entire time that you've been employed by me. Who the fuck do you think you are, boy? No-one steals from me!" I could hear the edge of anger seething through him, and wondered for a moment if he was going to launch himself across the desk at me, but then he took a deep breath and seemed to regain control. "Secondly" he continued "you'll understand that I can't let this stand with just a dismissal, but I thought I'd give you a choice, and a chance. A choice about how you want things to proceed about this massive betrayal of trust, and a chance to make up for it. Your choice is whether you want me to pick up that phone and get the police down here immediately, or whether you want the matter to be handled internally. But then that isn't really a choice is it? You're going to chose the second option, because the first ends with you going to prison where a soft little office boy like you is only going to end up one way - as some black guy's bitch - not to mention being an embarrassment to your family, wrecking your job hopes and basically ruining your life." It was true, but he wasn't waiting for any confirmation from me and continued "So we deal with the matter internally, which means you have another choice, either that we go through the normal disciplinary channels or you have me handle the matter personally. Again that's not much of a choice. Any normal route will still see the police involved sooner or later and you're back to having a ruined life and a ruined ass." He laughed cruelly as he reached for his cigar and started to prepare it for smoking. "So all you're left with is a chance. A chance to redeem yourself and convince me to keep this between ourselves. A chance to save your job and avoid a criminal record. A chance to pay back what you stole. You understand?" He picked up the cigar and rolled it under his nose. I nodded dumbly, the shock still making my head spin and heart thump. He lit the cigar and took steady puffs from it before extracting it, and blowing out a large cloud of smoke into the air. He examined the lit end to make sure it burned evenly as I heard myself blurt out in a shakey voice that yes of course I would repay every penny, that I was so sorry. He just held up a hand to stop me. "I'm not interested in hearing your repayment plan, Jamie. How does that punish you? You just get an interest-free loan for a couple of years. No, you're going to pay your debt another way. Now when I've finished talking you're going to get up and pour me a drink of scotch from that bottle over there, and when you hand it over you can then do one of two things, either bring me the phone so I can ring the police, or bring a pillow for you to kneel on while you suck my cock." My heart practically stopped. "No pleadings, no beggings - you just get on your knees, open your mouth and do as your told, and think yourself lucky that I'm not making you bend over to pay the debt." Even if my throat hadn't dried completely I doubt I would have been able to speak. What could I say? I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment and shame, and a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach as I quickly realised that firstly there was no other way out of this and secondly that in a moment it looked like I was going to be on my knees sucking my boss's cock to keep my job and myself out of prison. I also naively thought that it looked like I was going to be suffering the indignity of being someone's cocksucker whichever route I took, and better this than nightly prison rape. It didn't really occur to me that what was being suggested was essentially oral rape. Jim indicated the bottle and I stood unsteadily. I made it to the bottle but spilt a little of the scotch as my trembling hand held the glass. As I walked back over to him it seemed like I was in a dreamworld. He took the glass and gulped a slug of it. "Well? Make your choice. But do it quickly before I lose my patience." There was no choice, and before Jim had finished another two drags of his cigar and another heavy drain on his scotch glass, I was back before him, dropping the pillow at his feet and then getting to my knees on it, looking at the floor in my shame as I just knelt there waiting, studying his expensive shoes. "I knew it." Jim sneered. "Cocksucker." He placed his cigar in the ash tray and his drink on the desk and then stood up , reaching for his zip. My eyes followed the movement and remained transfixed as he delved inside his suit trousers and extracted both a rather large, semi-erect and cirumcised cock and a pair of heavy, shaved balls. Once he was satisfied that he was comfortable, he picked his cigar and scotch back up and stood there, fully clothed, with just his genitals naked to the air. I'd never been this close to another man's cock before, and I couldn't help staring at it, a mixture of fascination at this totally new experience, and horror at what was about to happen coursing through me. His cock was slender towards the tip but rapidly thickened towards the base and his balls were like a couple of small eggs under the well maintained base of his cock. I found that I wasn't disgusted by it. In fact as cocks went it was wasn't a bad example, and I found myself strangely relieved. I watched as the shaft twitched in front of my face, seeming to grow with each movement. A pearly drop of liquid oozed from the tip. "Open your mouth and push out your tongue." The command was quiet but forceful, and I obeyed its authority immediately as I would if he'd ordered me in the office to check out some numbers or paperwork, and I found myself wondering whether I would have sucked Jim's cock if he'd simply just told me to do it, even without the threat of what he'd discovered. The tip of his cock touched my tongue and then the entire underside of his cockhead slid onto it, mixing the droplet of precum with my saliva. He rubbed it in a circle before lifting it and slapping it gently up and down on my tongue, and then pushed and drew it around my face, smearing juices as it went. He worked his cock around my whole face, rubbing, smearing, slapping until he lowered his balls one at a time into my open mouth, telling me to suck and lick as he flicked his rapidly hardening shaft up the length of my upturned face. After several minutes of having each ball rolling around in my mouth and the cock slapping my face becoming steadily harder, the balls were suddenly removed and replaced once again by his cockhead, by now thick with arousal and slick with precum, but this time, in one fluid push of his hips, he slid his cock into my mouth until the tip just about ticked the back of my throat. I gagged slightly and tried to pull away but his hand clasped the back of my head and held it in place. "Look at me." Jim ordered from above me. My eyes, wide and brimming with tears from my gagging and humiliation, stared up at him, my lips stretched thin around his swollen shaft, my entire mouth filled with his warm, flexing, pulsating flesh. "Now," he continued, the cigar clamped between his teeth "I'm going to fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, and I'm going to do it until I cum, so the better you take it, the quicker it'll go." He drained another gulp of scotch and then placed the glass on the desk. "Now I haven't decided yet where I'm going to cum, but wherever that ends up being you're going to take it like a good boy, understand? If I empty my balls over your face I expect you to kneel there and take every spurt. If I unload in this hot mouth of yours I expect you to swallow every drop of seed. And you'd better fucking pray that you make me cum somehow, because if you don't I'm going to bend you over this desk and raw fuck your hole until I breed you like a girl." And so it began. When he said he was going to fuck my mouth, he certainly didn't simply stand there and just piston his dick in and out of my mouth, although for the first minute or so that's exactly what he did, having an amazing ability to plunge his cock into my mouth to the very point where I'd be about to gag, and then withrdaw it for the next thrust. My lips tingled and numbed at the steady rapid rub of his veined flesh sliding past them. But soon he dropped back into his seat, his cock slipping out and leaving a string of saliva and precum between my lips and the tip. He picked up his scotch and relit his cigar, let his thighs fall open and ordered me to "work it". I didn't hesitate this time. It wasn't just the power of blackmail that Jim had over me. There was something too about his demeanour and the tone of his voice that multiplied the respect that I had for him (and the shame I felt at my thefts from him) to a level approaching a feeling of subservience. I just wanted to please him. To make him happy with me. I still nervously took his cock in my hands, what was so familiar when my own cock was in my hands now felt totally alien as I slid my hands up and down Jim's saliva-slick shaft. Under regular terse tuition and instruction over the next quarter of an hour my hands and mouth worked him, following his every command. Licking and kissing up and down the shaft from balls to tip. Choking myself on his cock. Suckling on the tip. Sucking his balls while he squeezed precum over my face. Working the base with one hand, cupping his balls in the other, with my mouth working the rest. There seemed no end to the imaginative ways Jim could think of for his cock to invade my mouth. Finally, when my jaw ached and my chin was dripping with saliva and precum, his cock was pulled from my mouth. "Strip. Unless you want your suit covered in cum stains tomorrow at the conference." I stayed on the floor, pulling my clothes off at his feet as he unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his belt, letting his suit trousers hit the floor. His briefs followed, and he stepped out of them both and walked slowly around me, looking down at my naked kneeling form and stroking his cock. He stopped in front of me and told me to take my hands away from my cock, which I'd been trying to cover - partly from shame and partly to hide the obvious semi-arousal that my cock was showing. "Hmmm... not bad. Although a big dick like that isn't much use to you now is it? The only action that's going to see is if you wank it off yourself. In fact there's a thought. Do it. Wank yourself for me. I want to see how your hands work on your own cock. Get your knees and thighs apart. I want a good view." As I knelt there, leaning back on one hand while the other worked at my cock, Jim stroked own cock, his hand sliding freely up and down the shaft as his eyes roamed over me. Occasionally he'd step forward and slide his cock into my mouth for a few thrusts before withdrawing, or slap his cock around my face, all the while murmuring obscenties down at me, telling me I was a worthless cocksucker, that he only kept me on in the company for my cocksucking ability, that I was a sissy and a faggot who was born to suck his dick. All the while I worked my cock nearer and nearer to climax, finding his domination of me not wholly humiliating but instead it awakening in me a thrill of submissiveness that I felt I must have always supressed. "Fuck, you love it don't you?" he grunted, his hand starting to wank himself faster and faster. "Fucking slut." I closed my eyes and a small whimper of confirmation escaped my lips as I started to feel the orgasm building in my balls. "Fuck yes. Fuck yesssss." he seethed "Here it comes boy. Open your fucking whore mouth." I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and my mouth fell open, gasping freely as my cock started to twitch and my balls tightened. Then Jim let out a long groan and I felt the first spurt of warm fluid spatter across my face, from my chin to my forehead, splashing onto my tongue as it went. My own climax burst through me as Jim's second spurt coated my right cheek, and I hardly even noticed the rest as I jerked my own load in a rapid shuttle of my fist over the hotel carpet. I just remember being amazed at the sheer quantity of sperm that was being liberally deposited all over my upturned face, dripping into my eyes, coating my tongue, sliding down my cheeks, even blocking one nostril. I'd seen porn of facials before and always been mildly disgusted by some smiling girl dripping cum down her face, and yet here I was, with a face so covered that I probably put a lot of those girls to shame. As we both began to descend from the heights of our orgasms, Jim rubbed his cock around my cum-soaked face, smearing it around and wiping the cum from his cock on my cheek to lie with the generous amount already there. "Damn, boy" he breathed, sliding his cock in and out of my still-open mouth "I haven't cum like that in a long time. Now. Swallow what's in your mouth, then go and get a towel and clean up the mess you've made." I had been hoping that the cum that had spurted and spattered into my mouth might be forgotten about until I'd had a chance to spit it out, but now I swallowed dutifully, the warm fluid almost seeming to cling to and coat my throat as it slid down. I stood shakily, my knees and legs protesting at the long period of kneeling, and stumbled to the bathroom. I immediately caught sight of myself in the mirror, my face a mess of saliva and semen, and my cheeks flushed a deep red of shame. I fetched the towel and wiped the residue from my face, then returned to the room to crouch naked on the floor and scrape and mop at my own streaks of cum on the carpet. Jim was sitting back in his seat, the cigar back in his mouth, the drink in his hand and his cock and balls back in his trousers. "You're lucky I don't make you lick that up." He said, watching me with a mixture of superiority and disdain. "Now when you've finished I'll allow you go and wash yourself up. What do you say?" "T-t-thank you." "Thank you what?" "S-s-sir" I stammered "Thank you sir." I returned to the bathroom and dropped the soiled towel on the floor, closing the door and leaning back on it, my breath coming in shallow gasps. All I could taste in my mouth was cum, and I could feel the remnants of it drying on my face. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash away the traces of it and hopefully my shame, which still pulse through me as the main emotion, along with my guilt, both emotions centered on my discovered theft and the feelings of reluctant enjoyment I'd experienced during my ordeal. That I'd enjoyed being under Jim's control. That this older man made me feel submissive... younger... almost feminine, and enjoyed feeling all three. And surely I wouldnt have so readily cum if I hadn't enjoyed it? I let out a little whimpering groan as my mind tested my supposedly straight orientation and found it distinctly lacking, and Jim's "cocksucker" insult echoed in my mind. I was a cocksucker. Any real man would have told him to phone the police and go fuck himself. I'd been on my knees in seconds. Maybe it's what I'd wanted all along? To suck cock? My mind reeled with confusion and doubt as I soaped the water over my body, watching the water run from the tip of my cock. I'd always been proud to show my cock to a new girlfriend, but now its size seemed to just mock me. Jim was right - what good was a big cock when you were on your knees sucking cock like a faggot? Slave to the Man Ch. 01 I dried myself slowly, wanting to delay the inevitable return to the room outside and the man that had just witnessed my grovelling submission and the surrender of my manhood. I had looked up to Jim so much before today, and if anything his sexual domination of me had somehow made me respect him even more, albeit it in a new and unfamiliar way, and the fact that he'd seen me on my knees with a cock in my mouth, even though it'd been his, filled me with as much embarrassment as if any of my other work colleagues had seen me do the same. Finally I walked back out, my cheeks still burning, a small towel wrapped modestly around my waist. The first thing I noticed was that Jim had changed into a bath robe. The second was that I couldn't see my clothes anywhere. To Be Continued in Part 2... Slave to the Man Ch. 02 Part 2: Personal Assistant I stood there for a few moments, eyes searching the room for my clothes. "Don't worry. You'll get them back." said Jim "Once I've finished with you." He must have seen the glimpse of resentment and confusion in my eyes. Hadn't I just got on my knees and sucked his cock? Hadn't I repaid the debt? Couldn't I just go now? "Oh you thought that I'd already finished with you, huh?" Jim laughed, echoing my thoughts. "Ha! I've only just started! Besides which, with the amount you owe me, that blowjob would make you the most expensive cocksucker I've ever rented, and I've rented a few in my time. Particularly considering you were hardly expert at it! No, you can sit down there on the end of the bed until I've decided how else you need punishing. Oh and drop that towel." I reluctantly did as I was told, the towel hitting the floor as I sat down. I didn't bother trying to hide myself this time, just leaning back on my hands, my thighs open, cock drooling some late juices at it lay across my thigh. After being seen my Jim as I just had, simply being naked in front of him no longer held any shame, any more than if I'd been sitting in a sauna or getting changed at the gym. Jim ignored me for about five minutes as he drank his scotch and finished off the cigar, leafing through some paperwork on his desk. Then getting up he walked across to the bedside table and picked up the remote to the TV. The large flat screen flickered on and he immediately selected the adult content and started scrolling through the selection available. A gallery of DVD covers featuring women with varying sized tits slid across the screen, with titles like Bad Girl's Dorm and Girls that Love It!, after a while I looked away, trying to spot where Jim might have put my clothes. "Ah, now this will do." said Jim with some relish, as he made his selection. It seemed to be called Bottoms Up! and featured a clothed and seated, silver bearded, older man, his hand raised in the air, seemingly in the process of spanking the pair of smooth buttocks of a figure bent over his lap, whose head and shoulders were out of the frame. "Yes, this seems most appropriate." Jim smirked. I felt a quiver of fear run through me, realizing what the next part of my punishment would entail, but also slight relief. I wasn't ready to face sucking on his cock again just yet, and considering how Jim could have punished me, I guess I had to think myself lucky. After all, it was a more... conventional form of punishment. Jim threw the remote down on the end of the bed and then sat heavily at the head end in the center, his back resting against a pillow. He loosened the front of his robe and pulled it open, then patted his thigh just by his cock, which like mine was lying almost flaccid there, the tip resting in a small drip of juices. "Come here then. You know what you've got to do." I stood up and walked around to the side of the bed, before getting on all fours and crawling across to him. As I neared him he reached forward and grabbed me by my hips, hauling me across his lap so that I felt his cock against my belly, and my own hung down to rest against the outside of his thigh. My cheek and palms rested on the mattress, my head turned to the side, watching the TV screen as the film opened and the credits appeared. Jim's hand ran firmly up the inside of my thigh, his fingertips brushing against my balls, before moving over my ass. He hand roamed, squeezing and groping each cheek in turn, and then he paused, palm resting on one as he spoke to me. "Now I'd be surprised if you hadn't had at least one spanking in your life before, so I'm presuming you know what to expect. Don't worry, I'm not going to torture you, just redden those ass cheeks enough for it to sting and for you to know that you're being punished, and for it to make you think about what you've done. I'm not going to stop until I think that you've learned your lesson. Ready?" I nodded meekly. He brought his hand down on my right cheek first. I felt the flesh quiver and the sharp sting of contact, making me draw in my breath sharply. Another, this time on the left, then back to the right. He alternated between them, the blows landing about every couple of seconds. I could feel his cock getting progressively, almost imperceptibly harder beneath me, and as my ass cheeks started to warm and smart, the strokes became more punishing, until finally I whimpered each time a blow landed and my hips involuntarily bucked slightly. After another five strokes or so, I gave a small cry, my hands trying to move to cover my ass from his hand. Immediately my wrists were clamped in a vice-like grip of one hand, and he held them there, pinned firmly to the small of my back, as he continued my spanking, freely laying on the strokes on either and then both buttocks together, and I whimpered, cried and moaned, tears welling up in my eyes as my ass smarted and my shame mounted, and my hips bucked and rocked, my back arching, which only made my ass push out even more and present itself as a better target. All the while the noises in the room were being echoed by the film on the TV. I could hear the steady slap of skin on skin, interspersed by a whimpering moan. My eyes flickered open as I realized that although the moans I could hear sounded quite feminine, they seemed actually to be coming from a male. Sure enough, on the screen was the same older guy from the DVD cover, but it appeared the ass over his knee belonged to a younger man, perhaps in his 20s, who like me was receiving a thorough ass warming, his cheeks red, his hands pinned by the wrists behind his back. I let my eyes drift close again and tried to control myself as the blows continued to rain down. Just as I thought I was going to cry out and start begging Jim for mercy, Jim stopped. I felt him lean to the side of the bed to retrieve something from the bedside drawer as I lay there, my ass stinging and hot. There was a small pause, during which time I opened my eyes slightly and saw on the screen that the spanking there had ended too, and the older guy was sitting back with a pleased expression on his face, with the younger guy on all fours, his red ass to the camera, his head bobbing up and down on the old guy's cock. I hoped that Jim wasn't going to make me suck his cock again. Actually the next sensation was rather pleasant as Jim squeezed a large amount of what felt like a cool cream or lotion onto my stinging, reddened cheeks. I practically moaned with the soothing sensation it gave me. I heard a top being snapped back on a bottle or tube and then both his hands started to rub and knead the lotion into my cheeks, being almost delicate and caring in the application, as though he genuinely wanted me to be soothed. His hands gently squeezed and rubbed, massaging my soft cheeks. Occasionally his fingertips brushed incredibly close to my anus, which I thought it was unintentional, that is until a finger started tracing a circular pattern on it, gently massaging a blob of cream into the puckered flesh of my opening. For a moment I didn't move, not certain that I was feeling what was actually happening, and then the tip of the finger wriggled against and then pushed past my tight opening. I immediately tried to rise off his lap, simply shaking my head and saying one word: "No". But Jim immediately clamped his arm down fast on my hips and started spanking me again, hard. This time I couldn't help but cry out, pleading with him to stop. "Well you've got a choice Jamie," he said, pausing for an moment. "Either let me do what I want or I'll get a belt and thrash you until you won't be able to sit down at the conference tomorrow. And then I'll do it anyway." There was some more pitiful begging, some more hard spanks, and then I was broken, lying there submissively as both hands returned to my ass, but this time not being slow or surreptitious, and certainly not being gentle and caring, roughly gripping and splaying my buttocks as I felt a spatter of spittle being drooled between them. The finger return, rubbing the saliva mixed with lotion all around my opening, before quickly and forcefully being pushed inside. I whimpered as the digit was pushed up to the knuckle before being extracted, rubbed around my hole, and then pushed back in again. This happened four or five times and then it was joined by another, and the process repeated, each time another finger being added, the only pause being for more lubricant, either from lotion or saliva. I'd experienced a finger in my ass before, both medically, experimentally during masturbation and from an enthusiastic and sexually liberated ex-girlfriend, but nothing like this, and never by more than one digit. Not even a thumb. There wasn't a great amount of discomfort due to the liberal applications of lubricant, but these sensations were unfamiliar, uncomfortable and humiliating, which I supposed was the reasons for Jim doing it. As what felt like four fingers were inserted I let out a long whimpering moan and bit down on the mattress. My eyes flickered open and I saw on the screen the young man suffering a similar indignity to me, except he was still on all fours with the older guy crouched next to him, pulling apart his cheeks for the camera and licking and fingering his hole. Jim seemed to be inspired by this and the fingers were removed and once again my cheeks were spread wide by two strong hands. He managed to dip his face to my rear and I felt his hot, wet tongue squirm and probe at me as I moaned and whimpered, trying to escape the fact that it actually felt surprisingly good, and that my cock was thickening against Jim's thigh. I could feel his own cock starting to press hard against my belly and wondered how long it would be before he was pushing my mouth down onto it once again, although somehow I didn't mind the thought of it quite so much now. The tongue pushed at my opening with a steady rhythm, and then his fingers were once again inside me, the four digits entering me much more easily this time, pushing quickly up to the knuckle. This time they weren't removed, just pulled out a couple of inches, before being pushed home again... and again... and again. The speed and force of this manual rape of my anus increased, the fingers now easily penetrating and widening me, his knuckles banging against me each time he buried his fingers to the hilt. His other hand had a firm grip on one of my ass cheeks, pulling it to one side to allow him better access. "Arch your back. Push that ass out" Jim commanded breathlessly. I did as I was told and he groaned slightly with obvious pleasure. "Fuck that's a great ass. You've almost got a girl's ass... fucking hot." S trangely I was flattered. I'd had girls compliment me on my ass before, but I'd never felt as though it was the object of unbridled lust. I felt that now as Jim lost himself in it... tonguing me, fingering me, spanking the cheeks, groaning as he lusted and examined every inch of my rear, and all the while my cock thickened and pressed up against his thigh, almost painfully. I could hear steady rhythmic slapping and groans and moans from the TV and knew before I'd even opened by eyes what I was going to see. Sure enough, the younger man was still on all fours, but the older man was crouched above him, gripping his shoulders and pistoning his cock wildly. The scene switched to a close-up of the thick member sliding in and out. The hole it fucked was stretched wide, the young man's limp cock and balls swinging back and forth as the older guy fucked him, the latter's own nuts squeezing and slapping up against the lad's butt. Suddenly Jim was pushing me back off his lap, manhandling me, keeping me face down, and then his weight was on top of me, his hands pushing down on my shoulders to keep me still and his knees forcing my legs apart. Jim was going to fuck me, and I realized that after his tongue and his fingers, and the eventual pleasure that they'd brought, that I almost wanted him to. But my pride and shame conflicted with me and I struggled against him, looking back over my shoulder to make pathetic whimpered pleas for him to stop. Jim didn't reply, but just moved a hand to my neck and rammed my face into the mattress, gripping my wrists and pinning them either side of my head. His knees had spread my thighs wide and I immediately felt the heat and then pressure of his swollen cockhead as it slithered and pushed its way between my buttocks, searching for entry. My hole had already been well and truly loosened and lubricated by his previous attentions, and as soon as the tip was seated against me he pushed the entire length inside me in one long, slow thrust until it dug uncomfortably in my innards, and I felt his pubic hair tickle against the stretched flesh surrounding his substantial girth. I let out an agonized cry and whimpered that it was too deep, but Jim just held it there, gyrating his hips and grinding his cock inside me, his whole weight pressed on me. His lips were by my ear, his breathing heavy and ragged with lust. "You'll get used to it, faggot." he growled into my ear. Then pushing himself up again, he gripped my wrists tight and started to fuck me, starting slow by pulling his cock almost out, with just the cockhead remaining inside, before sliding it back in again, but in no time at all the tempo had risen to the point that he was pounding away at me, his hips thudding against my ass cheeks, making them shake. His cock felt immense inside me. My hole had been relaxed enough beforehand to take him without tearing me apart, but it still felt as though it was being stretched to the limit, and his cock just seemed to fill my insides. I was gasping with each thrust, my head spinning as I hyperventilated. All the while, over and over in my head, I just kept thinking "Oh my god, I'm being fucked in the ass. I'm being raped." Keeping his cock inside me, he moved his knees to outside of my thighs, clamping them together. Then he released my wrists and slid his hands down my body until he reached my waist, which he gripped each side like a vice and continued to fuck me mercilessly. Eventually he stood up on the bed and placed his feet either side of me, hauling my hips upwards until I was on my knees, with my forearms and face still flat against the mattress so that my ass was high in the air, and then reached down to place his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide with his weight as he dipped his cock back into me, crouching over me and pumping his hips and cock, his balls swinging forward with each thrust to slap against me. " "Yeah... that's it... you feel that bitch?" Jim asked breathlessly "That's what a real man's dick feels like. How does it feel to be a real man's sissy huh?" He paused long enough to grip my shoulders and haul me into a position on all fours, never taking his cock from me, and then lazily continued to fuck me, one hand resting on the small of my back, the other occasionally slapping at whichever of my ass cheeks took his fancy. I gasped and groaned, whimpered and moaned, my whole being dominated by the cock invading me. Like the lad in the DVD, my own cock swung about between my thighs and up against my belly as each thrust was pumped home, and I could feel it spattering them with the precum that was evidently oozing from the tip. I was only semi-erect despite this reluctant arousal, as though my cock knew it wasn't going to see any use, but the sensation of my cockhead slapping against me, combined with Jim's relentless pounding against what must have been my prostate gland, started to build a familiar orgasmic sensation within me. The sensation built and built in pressure, each thrust from Jim and each inadvertent slap of my cockhead against me bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return. I'd never felt an orgasm build up like it before, and when I finally came the climax washed over me in huge waves. "Ohhhhh fuuuuck... yesssssssss" was all I could manage in a falsetto, almost feminine whimper as my poor semi-limp cock twitched and drooled a stream of cum onto the bed beneath me, my anus twitching with each pulse of pleasure that coursed through me. This was Jim's signal for a last frantic hammering against me before blissfully gasping as his cock twitched and spasmed, his balls no doubt tight as they emptied their load deep inside me. My arms collapsed under me, my face hitting the mattress as I lay there gasping, the aftershocks of my massive orgasm flickering through me as Jim slowed his thrusts, giving one last deep thrust before finally stopping, pausing for a while as his breathing slowed and I felt his cock begin to start losing its erection. I felt beads of his sweat drip onto my back, as he took a deep satisfied breath and then pulled his cock from me. As he withdrew I whimpered again at the gut-lurching sensation, and then felt the warm flow of his semen following his cock out of my ravaged hole and oozing down my balls and inner thigh. He gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide, evidently watching as my anus twitched again and squeezed out more of his hot seed. "Fuck, look at that." he murmured. "I've fucked your asshole so wide it looks like some whore's pussy. Still," he remarked, giving my ass a last slap before climbing off the bed "I guess that's what you are now: a whore. Selling your ass to pay your debts. Fuck, I'd rather take my chances in prison than just agree to a buggering, but you... fuck, boy... you didn't even put up much of a fight, did you?" I just lay there, small pinpricks of light across my closed lids as my own breathing began to slow somewhat. "Fucking sissy. You know your place is taking a real man's dick don't you, faggot? Well that cum dripping out of you marks you as my bitch now, and I'm going to be turning that ass into a pussy whenever the fuck I feel like it. My very own personal assistant for the week!" he laughed cruelly. "I tell you boy, I'm going to be needing a lot of assistance." I just lay there as he sauntered off to the bathroom, my ass still high in the air, gasping for breath, barely aware of anything except the empty feeling inside me now that Jim's cock was gone, and the occasional warm trickle of sperm seeping out of me. Jim's words were no doubt meant to humiliate me further, but after having my mouth and ass raped, there seemed really no greater thing Jim could do to show my submission and his dominance. He had forced me to submit in the ultimate way that one guy can to another, and to be honest most of what he said was true anyway. I had whored myself, and I hadn't really put up any sort of resistance to the rape I'd been subjected to. And the orgasm. God, I'd never felt anything like it. I'd loved it. Maybe I was a faggot? Maybe Jim was right and my sexual place was with a cock in my ass? My knees finally gave out and I collapsed onto the bed into the small puddle of my own cum, my breathing slowly coming back under control but my eyes still seeing tiny stars. All my energy seemed to be drained out of me. I was still laying there when Jim emerged after taking a shower. He ignored me and continued drying himself off. I slowly stood and then walked tentatively to the bathroom, once again stepping into the shower and letting the water wash over me and hopefully take some of my shame with it. I reached down behind me and touched myself with a trembling hand. My hole still felt stretched and loose, and I whimpered slightly as I stood with my back to the shower and pulled my cheeks apart, letting the water splash down between them, as I forced what I hoped was the last of Jim's ejaculation from inside me, grateful that at least it was a second, lesser load, and that the immense one over my face hadn't been the one injected deep inside me. Slave to the Man Ch. 02 I finally emerged from the shower to find the room dimly lit. Jim was already in bed on one side, his back to me and his bedside light off. On the other side of the bed the lamp was on and the bedclothes had been folded back slightly. The invitation, or rather the instruction, was clear, and I let my towel once again crumple to my feet as I stepped across the room and slid between the sheets, switching off the light to lie there in the darkness next to my rapist, my anus still feeling distended and stretched, my insides ravaged and my mind a blur of confusion, humiliation, and utter submission. I finally fell asleep long after Jim had been snoring for some time. I presumed he'd wake me up for more sex some time during the night, but he waited until the alarm went at 8am before pushing back the covers to reveal his morning wood and looking over at me expectantly. Commandingly. I found that my own morning wood twitched in response, and I rolled over and took his cock first in my hands and then my mouth, submissively and diligently working it as I pumped my hips and ground my own hard-on against the mattress under me, until after only a few minutes Jim tensed and held the back of my head firmly in place as my mouth was filled with his seed, which I dutifully swallowed down as I climaxed myself with a small muffled whimper, grinding myself into my own cum. Then we got up, showered separately and dressed without speaking, before going down to breakfast to meet our colleagues, as if Jim and I had just met on the stairs. I forced myself to make conversation and act normal, while all the while I could feel Jim's every glance in my direction and taste his seed in my throat, which only the second cup of coffee seemed to wash away. As the first day of the five day conference began, all I could do as boring seminar followed boring seminar was sit there and wonder just how many times I was going to have to take Jim's cock in five days, and at what point he was going to feel that I'd paid my dues. If ever. To Be Continued...