Dominated Against His Will

By Hot Rubber

Published on Jan 23, 2005

Gay

DISCLAIMER

This is a fictional story that depicts various forms of male / male sex. All characters and the described sexual acts are fictional, though I can't deny I'd wish them to be true (with me taking the lead submissive role, ofcourse).

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Keywords: homosexual sex, piss, fisting, bondage, domination, humiliation.

DOMINATED AGAINST HIS WILL? -- 2

Mike woke up because of the smell of old piss entering his nostrils. Not only the smell of Aarons dried piss all over his body, but also the smell of a large puddle of his own piss on the floor. Being strapped down to the workbench, all limbs aching, Mike was not able to do anything about it.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of steps on the stairs, accompanied by the sound of Franz Ferdinand blaring out the stereo. The door opened, the lights were switched on. Mike blinked, he wasn't used to this amount of light. The room had been pitch black when he woke up.

Aaron entered, no longer in his gear, but this time in an expensive Italian suit. To Mike, it was a complete shock: these kinds of transformation, from brute hunk to businessman -- designerstyle -- weren't something he saw often.

"Well, Fucktoy. Welcome to Friday. I see you have pissed all over my floor. I'll see to it that you'll get properly punished for that. But before I'll do that, you'll be going to clean this floor. Spotless! I don't care how you do it, but if you don't, you'll regret it. And don't think you've seen the best of me -- yet!"

With these words, Aaron unbuckled Mike from the workbench and led him to the far away wall. This time, Aaron fitted Mike with a steel collar, to which he connected a long steel chain, long enough to be able to walk to the far wall of the room. But in addition to that, he handcuffed Mike behind his back, leaving Mike in total incapability to clear the floor in a decent fashion.

Mike still had the plug up his ass. It seemed to be a part of him by now, as he was grown accustomed to the feeling of having his boyhole filled. It was because of that that he tried to back off when Aaron reached down to pull the plug out. Suddenly, Aaron slapped Mikes face, his other hand tightening on Mikes left nipple and pulling it with a sharp twist.

"Always obey your Master, Fucktoy!" Aaron added. "Yes", Mike answered with a weak voice, still quivering from the forceful blow. "Yes WHAT?", Aaron said, followed by another blow. "You'll get an extra punishment for this, oh no, I won't forget this gross inobedience!". Mike looked up at Aaron, not knowing what to say. This game was turning into something more than a game, something of which he wasn't sure he wanted to experience it. "Yes SIR", Mike said, hoping Aaron would let go of his nipple.

And apparently, that was the magic word. Aaron let go, leaving Mikes nipple soaring with a strange, in a sense pleasant, pain. When Aaron left, he'd put a bowl of what seemed to be dogfood just beside the door. He left the lights on. And for the first time since he had entered the house, Mike had the possibility to roam around, albeit in a restricted space.

He discovered that he was hungry. He hadn't eaten all night, not counting Aarons cum. He stepped forward to the bowl, lowered himself onto his knees, and started to eat the food. It wasn't easy to eat as you are used to use your hands. But being all alone, at least he didn't have to suffer the shame of seeing someone watching him eat like this. Kneeled down, instability was a big time. Several times he nearly toppled over onto his plate, but he managed to stay upright.

He figured that Aaron would stay away for at least eight hours, the usual working day. So he decided to make himself comfortable, completely forgetting the task he had been given. He thought about the evening and night before, the things he had experienced, the way he had redrawn his own borders and dozed off into a deep and pleasant sleep.

The feeling of his balls being crunched brought Mike back to consciousness. He looked up and saw Aaron standing bent over him, holding his balls in his left hands, extending his right hand to slap him again. "What the fuck did I order you to do, slave?". "To clean the floor", Mike said. Aaron crunched Mikes balls harder. "... SIR!", Mike added.

"It seems to me that you still don't know your place around here, Fucktoy. But I'll fix that in notime. Stand up NOW!". Pulling Mike up with the chain, Mike couldn't do anything else than standing up as fast as he could, in order not to choke. Aaron led him to the cross, tied Mike firmly into place with some velcro and walked over to the wide range of toys he had available.

He dismissed some items with comments like: "No, this is too merciful for this piece of shit" and finally produced an inflatable gag, which he strapped onto Mikes head. A long tube protruded out of the gag. Mike followed Aaron with his eyes throughout the room, afraid of what he was going to endure. He was certainly hoping not to be whipped, because as diverse as his likes were, whipping wasn't one of them.

Mike was making weak sounds of protest when Aaron reached for a whip, but the gag prevented him from uttering them aloud. Mikes mind was racing, what the hell was he going to do? Putting it all to an end would mean he wouldn't be able to undergo the other things Aaron had in store for him. But carrying on would mean getting a firm whipping, something he was afraid of like hell.

But before his train of thought halted, the first blow hit his skin with a loud snap. "That's for disobeying me, Fucktoy! Get used to this. There are a lot more at the ready where this one came from!". And with a snarl, Aaron hurled the whip again. The whipping seemed to carry on forever, but after twenty lashes all over Mikes body, Aaron proceeded to the next stage.

He lit a candle and let the wax drop on Mikes nipples, which were rockhard by now. Even thought he didn't expect it before, the whipping had made his body tense and his cock was rigid and oozing precum. Gradually Mikes nipples transformed into some sort of white blob. They were unrecognizable under thick layers of candlewax. The sensation of feeling the hot wax dripping on his skin made Mike near to crazy. The feeling wasn't very familiar, but he enjoyed it alltogether. Specks of white were strewn across his chest and stomach, some even on his dick.

But, as suddenly as it started it stopped again. Mike gathered that by now it was time for the third and last part of his punishment. And so it was indeed. Aaron left, leaving Mike standing widelegged strapped onto the cross, but only to return 15 minutes later in a rubber suit, custom made, with zippers all around and, interestingly, at his nipples. Those zips were open, showing Aarons pierced nipples. His cock though was buried in his suit, fitted with an attached sheath.

Aaron connected the tube on the gag to the sheath and started pissing. Mike swallowed the hot liquid like it was 15yo Laphroaig. After being left alone without anything to drink for a whole day, he tried hard to swallow every single drop. And being gagged like that, he simply didn't have any chance but to drink it all. Aaron had been saving his piss all day, drinking more than he usually did, just to put his slave to this last and crucial test. The whipping wasn't part of the original plan, but it had been necessary for Mikes last gross proof of incapability to follow even the simplest orders.

Aaron was suprised by Mikes willingness to endure even the whipping to be able to experience more pleasure. Finally, the stream of piss came to an end and Aaron disconnected himself from Mike. He walked over to the workbench and pushed it away. He then lowered the sling again. Mike knew what was coming this time and his cock bobbed up and down in eager anticipation.

Aaron ordered Mike to get into full rubber gear: suit, socks, gloves, mask. As a finishing touch, Aaron added the steel collar to the whole. Mike crawled into the sling, extending his feet high into the air to have them strapped to the chains. After having his legs immobilized, Aaron connected the collar to the sling as well. Finally, he closed the eyeholes of Mikes mask. With only his smell, taste and hearing left, Mike was completely incapable of knowing what was going to come next.

Mike felt the soft tissue of Aarons dick on his lips, together with the warm metal of Aarons PA. He started licking that magnificent display of maleness, trying to get it in his mouth. But Aaron had other plans. He put his hand in Mikes mouth, making him suck his fingers and gradually more. He spit in Mikes mouth, using his fingers to spread his spit all over Mikes tongue. His other hand found its way to Mikes exposed ass and slowly opened the zipper.

With his ass open for Aaron to abuse in any way he liked, Mike grew scared. He felt the pressure at his sphincter build up, as something tried to enter. He opened up and let a long, but not too thick, dildo slide inside. And even though he had been empty all day, his ass was still used to the familiar feeling of having close company.

Aaron pushed the dildo further. It was now discovering territory where no man or toy had gone before. Mike felt the dildo going up furter and further, not knowing were it would end. There would have to be an end to this enormous toy, whouldn't there? And just as Mike thought he couldn't take anymore, he was fed a rush of poppers. The feeling changed, and with the last push that Aaron gave the dildo, Mikes last bit of resistance gave away. He was now opened up totally, completely in the hands of Aaron.

Again, he felt the Aarons dick on his lips, this time completely hard. With this large toy in his ass and the possibility to have dick in his mouth, Mike felt like being in heaven. He stretched his head backwards to take more of the cock in his mouth. Aaron grabbed Mike by both sides of his head and started facefucking Mike. First slow and not to deep, but after he decided Mike would be adjusted to his meat by now, he pushed gradually deeper. The manly scent of Aaron tickled Mikes nostrils as Aaron buried his cock deep in Mikes throat.

With a cock deep down his throat and a substitute buried deep in his ass, Mike was fed another shot of poppers. They came into full effect immediately, sending messages of intense pleasure Mikes brain like hadn't experienced before. Being a slave wasn't that bad, he figured. Serving as the personal pleasuretoy of this amazingly attractive man would be his destiny, he didn't want it to stop.

But and end comes to all good things. Aaron withdrew his dick and started to pull out the dildo slowly, inch by inch. Mike tightened his muscles to keep the dildo in as long as possible, but a quick slap across his buttocks made him lose his grip altogether. With a faint pop the toy disappeared out of Mikes life. Instead, Aaron pushed first one, then two fingers up Mikes ass.

Aaron then proceeded to put two more fingers in Mikes ass, but this time it was his other hand. It was clear what his ultimate goal was. But to achieve that, Mike would need to be stretched up a bit more. Retracting his fingers, Aaron gently pushed in his still rockhard dick. He started fucking Mike gently, to put him offguard. Mike enjoyed this slow fuck immensely, his moans of pleasure only accompanied by Aarons deep and rythmic breating.

As Mike curved his back and let out a long growl, Aaron knew Mike had cum without permission. He had been waiting for this signal to start yet another punishment. He picked up a quick pace, slapping his pubes into Mikes buttocks. Like a steamengine he started plowing Mikes sore ass, making deep strokes with -- even for a man of his physical shape -- remarkable speed. Mike rocked forward and backward in the sling, landing on Aarons cock, forcing it deeper in him.

The pleasure changed to pain, as he felt his insided were being torn apart. He started crying in his mask, hammering his fists at Aarons chest, trying to make it stop. But suddenly, Aaron slowed down, fed Mike some more poppers and picked up a gentler pace, varying the speed, depth and angle of his strokes as Mike came to senses again. To Mike, this seemed to have been pure rape, only intended to satisfy the assaulter, not the victim. He felt Aarons muscles tightening, close to an eruption of streaming hot cum.

Still, Aaron didn't want to spoil his precious gift. He withdrew, sliding a large plug in Mikes hole to keep it open. Now was the time to rest, to have a beer or two, to relax. He walked to Mikes head, padded it gently and immobilized Mikes arms by attaching them to the chains of the sling. He then left, leaving Mike sobbing in his sling.

Aaron had left the door open, and fragments of Purcells Dido and Aeneas reached Mikes ears. These tones, which he had enjoyed so often, calmed him down. There he was, in total control of stranger who could use his body as he liked, gentle or rough. Totally immobilized, staring into oblivion...

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