A Slave is Made
It had been months since the encounter. Sam had not stopped thinking of it. Each night, he stroked his cock to the memory of that night with Mr. Walker.
"Now that I’ve put my seed inside you, you’re mine. I’ll use you when I want and you will obey me wholly," Mr. Walker had said.
Only after that, he waited for Sam to get dressed before telling him to be on his way.
"I have no use for your hole now. If I need it again, you'll know."
Then, the door slammed and Sam walked the three miles back to his house. It seemed like Mr. Walker, his master, was not interested in anything more than to use Sam once and to be done with it. Sam wondered if he was tainted, wondered if he wasn't good enough to be used again and again. He had ended things with his girlfriend, he had grown reclusive from his friends. He went to classes, worked, came home, and stroked himself to the thought of his master. Only when he stroked himself, he never came. He could have, sure, but for some odd reason, Sam felt as though he shouldn't. He felt that his cock belonged to Mr. Walker.
One Friday night on winter break after the semester had ended, Sam lay awake at night, thinking and stroking and thinking and stroking. Finally, it was enough. He got up, put on his shoes and a jacket, got his keys, and drove to Mr. Walker's house. It was close enough by car, and Sam couldn't forget the address after what had happened there. Down Sapier, then a quarter mile and a left on Trenton. The fourth house on the left. Sam parked across the street, readied himself, and got began walking to the door. He began to wonder if this was crazy. There must have been a reason Mr. Walker didn't give him his number, or meet him back at the theater when Sam had gone back every day for weeks. Did Mr. Walker have a family? Was he ashamed of what he had done?
Sam was about to turn around but the tumescent sausage in his pants pulled him toward the front door. A few moments after he rang the doorbell, he noticed that there were two more cars in the driveway.
Oh shit, thought Sam, that must be his family.
He turned around, walking briskly to the street. He was stopped by a voice, not Mr. Walker's.
"Hey!" the deep, grizzly voice shouted, "you have our pizza or not?"
"No sorry!" Sam replied, "I think I had the wrong hou-"
As he turned around, Sam saw the great bear of the man on the front porch. He was easily 300 pounds, with a thick scruff on his face and neck, and short cropped receding hair on his head. Sam could see the outline of his voluptuous
"Wrong house? Well, what are you looking for? This is 23 Trenton."
"Yeah I just uhh, I think-"
Sam was interrupted once again when he saw him. Mr. Walker entered the doorframe behind the other man. They were of a height, and each was absolutely stunning to Sam's eyes. He felt the pulsation of his cock, as if it were trying to escape his shorts.
"What are you doin' Jerry just get the damn pizza. Kid get the hell back here and give us our food!"
Sam walked back up to the house, and as he got closer Mr. Walker finally recognized him.
"Well look what we have here. What took you so long?" said Mr. Walker. He turned to who Sam assumed was his friend, "this is that good fuck a few months ago I was telling you about, Jerry. Looks like he finally got the nerve to come back."
"Is this a bad time, Mr. Walker? I can come back when ever, I just thought since you said you would let me know that-"
"First of all, what do you think you're doing calling me that? Did you forget who owns that ass, boy?" Mr. Walker replied.
"No, Mister, or I mean, master"
"Good boy. Second, I assume you've been thinking about our encounter?"
Sam nodded shyly.
"And you've been touching yourself thinking about it?"
Again he nodded.
"And let me guess, you haven't been able to cum, have you?"
Sam looked down, sullenly.
"That's what I meant. You should have known I could use you by that feeling of not being able to cum without my permission. I told you, I own that cock. I own your hole, and your mouth, and your balls and the rest of your body too." Jerry laughed as Mr. Walker talked.
Sam nodded.
"You're just in time for the game, boy." Jerry said. "Come in and join us."
As Sam walked up the steps and onto the stoop, each of the older men put a hand on his back, leading him to the living room. When they entered, Sam saw another man, a bit shorter than the two beside him. What he lacked in height, he made up for in weight. His great belly poured over his waist on the couch, and smoked a cigar while watching the television.
"Hey Dave, look at what we got for this evening" said Mr. Walker.
"Well how about that," Dave said after a puff, "looks like a decent toy to use while we watch."
"My name is Sam, sir. It's nice to meet you."
"Don't call me sir, and don't speak unless spoken to. You know what you're here for, right?"
Sam nodded.
"Tonight, you're gonna call me daddy, understand?" asked Dave.
Sam nodded once more.
The other two men went and sat on the couch. Dave handed them each a cigar.
"Now," Mr. Walker said, "strip down to your briefs, slave."
Without hesitation, Sam removed each article as quickly as possible, leaving only his tight-fitting white briefs. Mr. Walker pointed to a shelf where Sam saw the collar he had worn before. He went over, brought it back, and kneeled in front of Mr. Walker. Without a word, Mr. Walker leaned over and fastened the collar around his neck.
"You'll start with me, and when you're done, each of us will have came on your face, chest, cock, or wherever we desire, understand?"
Sam nodded.
"Good boy, you may remove my pants." said Mr. Walker.
Sam worked quickly to unzip and pull down Mr. Walker's pants. Then, his tight briefs. Sam's mouth was agape when he saw what was underneath. Mr. Walker had let his forest grow even thicker. The musk that came from his genitals entranced Sam, who immediately grabbed Mr. Walker's cock and began to stroke it.
Mr. Walker put a hand on the back of Sam's head and blew smoke in his face.
"Stupid slut, I didn't tell you to jerk me off." With that, Mr. Walker shoved Sam's mouth onto his fat, hairy, musty cock. Sam's jaw widened instinctively as he tasted what he had missed for months. Mr. Walker removed his hand and let Sam go to work while he sipped on his whiskey.
Sam sucked relentlessly, spitting sloppily all over it like a popsicle, letting the spit drip down his mater's balls and taint. He used one hand to massage Mr. Walker's balls, and the other to rub his taint. While he did, Mr. Walker paid him no mind, simply chatting with the other daddies and watching their football game.
Eventually, Jerry started rubbing himself through his pants. "That boy sure does know how to work a cock with his mouth, Greg."
"He's not half bad, he knows he's a faggot by now. Isn't that right, you know you exist to worship and serve me, to pleasure me, don't you boy?"
Sam managed an affirmative moan while he continued.
"How's his hole?" Asked Dave, while Jerry slowly removed his own jeans.
"He's tight, he was a virgin when I met him. I was his first fuck, bred him good." Mr. Walker replied.
"Oh you took his hole huh? You know what that means, right boy?" asked Jerry.
"Sam moaned again in affirmation, taking all of Mr. Walker's fat cock in his throat and pushing his face into the allure of Mr. Walker's stomach, hairy and fat."
"Your'e his, boy." Dave added. "He conquered that hole, he took it and made you his faggot. It's a good thing you realized your place, huh?"
They all laughed while they drank and smoked. Jerry jerked his cock and Dave ran his fingers through Sam's hair.
After another ten minutes or so, with no warning, Mr. Walker took both hands to Sam's head and fucked his throat himself. The doorbell rang, and Dave got up to grab the pizza. Mr. Walker was making Sam gag, hard. Sam tried to pull his head back, but Mr. Walker's strength was far greater. Sam felt Mr. Walker tense up, heard him start loudly moaning. Jerry took Mr. Walker's nipples between his fingers, and at that Mr. Walker wrapped both legs around Sam's body.
"Take it all boy! It's all going down that throat!" Mr. Walker pulled Sam into his core and Sam couldn't breathe. He didn't need to, what he needed was cum, and cum he got. Mr. Walker exploded down Sam's throat, Sam didn't even need to swallow. He felt it shoot straight down, and after some time felt Mr. Walker relax. Finally, he pushed Sam off of him. Sam fell back onto the floor and gasped for air, his chest heaving.
"Not so fast boy, we're just getting started." Jerry was on him, he picked him up with ease and put his head on the seat of the couch, sitting on the floor. Jerry, his new daddy, put his cock in his throat and thrusted, hard. Jerry's cock was an inch or so smaller, but just as thick. He was uncircumcised and had phenomenally hairy balls. He moaned loudly and cursed repeatedly while he ravaged Sam's throat. He pulled on his hair and rested his fat belly on Sam's face.
Mr. Walker was laid back relaxing on the couch when Dave walked back in.
"Looks like Greg's done, eh Jerry?" said Dave.
In between thrusts, Jerry said "he gave the boy a good one. Set that pizza down and come use this mouth! FUCK BOY! That's just what daddy wants! Open that throat boy!"
Dave set the pizza on the coffee table and took off his pants. He approached while stroking his cock. He stood next to Dave while stroking his cock, and the two daddies began to kiss each other.
"We're gonna take the whore to the other room, Greg." Dave said.
"Sure thing, use the bitch good." Mr. Walker replied, grabbing a slice of pizza.
Sam stood up and was walked over to the back room. It had a daybed big enough for the three of them.
"Try the mouth, Dave. I'm gonna breed this tight hole that Greg found us."
"Yeah just make sure you breed him deep, and I'll feed him his second load."
They positioned Sam on all fours. He opened his mouth wide and began working on Dave's cock. Jerry kneeled behind him and slowly entered Sam's hole.
"Fuuuuuck, that is tight. I would have thought he was still a virgin with those sweet velvety insides. We're gonna stretch you tonight boy." Sam's cock ached and dripped with precum, the only thing stopping him from moaning like the whore he was being the thick member in his mouth.
The two daddies took him for what felt like an eternity. They ravaged his holes, all the time degrading him verbally and groping him all over. Jerry reached around and stroked Sam's cock. When he heard him moan, he slowed down.
"This boy is gonna burst, Dave. This slut is loving our daddy cock's so much that he's gonna cum, he doesn't even need a helping hand." Jerry removed his hand and put both hands on Sam's hips, thrusting deeper and deeper with every pump. Each pump pushed Sam's mouth further onto Dave's cock, the perfect rhythm of pleasure. Sam could only imagine how he looked being spitroasted by two daddies. He figured he looked the part of a complete slave. This was what he wanted, he thought to himself. He would be happy to be used like this every day, not having to think or even talk. He could spend his time being ravaged and used as much as these men desired.
Suddenly, Dave's stomach tightened a bit, and he practically screamed. "Fuck yes boy! Milk your daddy's cock, daddy's close!"
At the same time, Jerry slowed his pace and his thrusts became more intentional. He grunted animalistically. Then, Dave grunted in a similar fashion.
Jerry came first, a warm surge of man's milk exploring Sam's boy pussy. Sam tried to focus on it but was interrupted by Dave's own eruption into his mouth. Sam swallowed as much as he could, and the rest started dripping down his chin. Dave had cum nearly twice as much as Mr. Walker, and was still cumming now.
Jerry removed himself from Sam's ass with a moan, and cum ran down both legs and onto his balls. Without only a slap on the ass, he started walking back to the other room. Dave stayed a bit longer, groaning while Sam sucked his retreating cock. Finally, he removed himself.
"You are a good slaveboy, huh. Lay on your back," Dave commanded.
Without a word, Sam obliged. With hardly even the touch of Dave's hand, Sam's cock blew. He shot ropes of hot white cum all over, and Dave jerked a sticky mess all over Sam's chest, the daybed, and his own hand and gut. Sam bit his lip and moaned, convulsing uncontrollably as his seed continued spewing.
As the last of it was out, Dave stood up. "You've done well. You'll clean this up, and join us on the couch when you're finished. We have plenty more services for you to perform. You may speak, son."
"Yes, father." Sam replied, and only then did he notice the camera that Mr. Walker had set up while the others had used him.
Thanks so much for reading. Please let me know what you think in the comments below: what worked, what didn't, what you want to see more of. I had a lot of fun writing this and am thinking of getting more seriously into this kind of thing.
Best,
W.B.
