Betrayal Never Comes from an Enemy
*Knock knock knock*Loud rapid knocking startled Jerry from his chair as he looked at the dorm door. “Who is it?” No answer. Jerry stood from his chair and made is way over to the door, opening the door slowly just a crack and sees a tall thin man who is well dressed. He smiled wickedly at Jerry and handed him a manilla envelope. “Hello Jerry, just completing our end of the bargin. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.” Jerry swallowed nervously and took the envelope. He looked down at the large package, when he looked up the tall man was gone. Jerry opened the door all the way and looked down the empty halls with no one in sight. He went back in his dorm and sat the package on the desk, hesitating to open it. Grabbing a knife he opened the package and saw wads of cash as his eyes widen. “Fuck, man. What did I do?” He thought to himself.
Unable to move, Mick laid on the bed waiting for his captor. Next to him Duke began to unpack all of the gear and toys that were stored inside, listening to the sounds all Mick could do was guess as to what horrors awaited him. Duke squatted in front of Mick showing his red finger with his teeth marks left from his earlier encounter. “This still hurts, Faggot. I am going to punish you for this. You need to learn your place.” Standing up, Duke shoved his crotch into Micks face. He felt his large and thick cock getting hard in his pants. “Fuck, you are just so beautiful boy. All tied up there, helpless. Just begging for my cock.” He laughed as he rubbed his crotch into Mick’s face pushing harder almost humping him. The musk of his crotch was so strong that it permeated through his pants. Duke patted his face and removed the tape holding the socks to his nose. Mick took a deep breath of fresh air. Midway into his breath the strong scent of chemicals lingered in the air, leather, and cleaner was evident, but he couldn’t place the other smells. Satisfied with his work, Duke left and began to take off his shoes and tie making his way into the bathroom. The sound of running water from the bathroom broke the silence in the room, Mick could hear the glass sliding door open and close. Immediately he began to struggle to pull at his restraints with all the force he could muster. After a few minutes he began to cry again at his useless struggle realizing that his weak physique was no match to the tightly enclosed duct tape that prevented his freedom. Every second that passed was terrifying as he knew that at any moment Duke would return from his shower and his moment to escape lost. Through his tears he tried bouncing up and down trying to break apart the tape but no luck. Out of strength, Mick stopped, breathing hard from his struggle and turned his head as much he could to see what laid before him on the bed. An assortment of pink bondage restraints and fetish gear laid before him. In the past hours of his torment he didn’t think that things could get any worse, but he was wrong. Adrenaline kicked in as he fought against his restraints again, wiggling and grunting trying to break free from his bondage. Just then, the water stopped running and Duke had exited the shower. Mick closed his eyes in defeat, even if he did manage to break free Duke was strong enough to stop him and his growing punishment would be even more severe. Watching the hallway Duke approached the bedroom in his silk pajama bottoms, clean white t-shirt and robe. “Putting up a struggle there, huh champ?” Duke laughed. Mick blushed at his pathetic efforts knowing that the sweat and pulled tape clearly gave away his attempts at escape. Climbing onto the bed, Duke grabbed Mick by his bound legs and dragged him over to the center of the bed in front of him. He turned the T.V. on and started to untie his pet’s shoes. “Damn, maybe I over did it with the tape.” Duke muttered under his breath as he struggled to remove the remaining tape around the shoes. “Yeah, you THINK!” Mick thought silently to himself. Grabbing a pair of safety scissors, Duke removed the tape and proceeded to take each shoe off reveling Micks black nylon dress socks. He took each pair into his nose and took a deep breath of leather and feet. His cock grew inside of his pj’s as he savored the sweet scent of his pet. “Fuck, boy. You smell amazing just what I had hoped for.” Next, Duke cut the thigh bindings and began to massage his legs making his way up to his feet. Sticking his nose deep in between his toes he enjoyed every moment of his successful capture. Mick could feel every breath that Duke took, and his large hands squeezed his legs allowing blood to flow freely. Every sensual touch caused Mick to moan in pleasure as his dick started to get hard again. The fear that flooded his mind began to recede back now replaced with lust. “Mmmmmm, yeah, that’s it kitten, purr for Daddy.” Duke moaned while listening to his pet enjoy his touch. Duke stopped and flipped Mick over aggressively onto his back. He crawled over on top of his pet now directly over Mick and stared at him face to face and leaned in. He smiled “So faggot, I know that right about now you must be sore so I am going to get you into a more…comfortable position, but I am going to leave your legs tied as I undo your chest and arms. You are going to have a choice. You can struggle and fight me but trust me that is going to be very bad for you but VERY fun for me. Or you can work with me and enjoy the ride, and we can both have a bit of fun.” The smell of Dukes aftershave and body wash made Mick blush hard as he was getting turned on again. Duke lowered his hip, grinding his semi hard cock onto his pet’s rock-hard dick. “Don’t pretend like you don’t enjoy this, I know the type of Faggot you are. I mean, for someone who is in a pretty bad predicament.” Duke grinned. Mick knew he was right and shook his head in agreement. “Good boy. You’re going to be a good faggot for Daddy?” Duke asked. “Fuck, stop calling me that!” Mick thought to himself. He shook his head agreeing to his terms. “Ha, what a good little faggot.” Duke sat up pinning Micks legs and began to cut the tape wrapped around his chest. Slowly and methodically, Duke undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt relieving his thin body and beautifully round pink nipples that were begging to be played with. Duke leaned down and suckled each tit, sucking and licking them as he felt them perk up from excitement. “Oh fuck yeah, purr for Daddy faggot.” Duke whispered with lust in his voice. Mick’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as his moaning grew louder with every touch. His toes wiggled as he squirmed from the attention. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, th-this feels so good.” Mick thought as his body relaxed for the first time since this mornings lecture. Duke pulled away and smiled. “Sorry about that I just couldn’t help myself.” as he rubbed and pet Micks belly. Getting up, Duke helped Mick up and sat him up before pulling him closer to the headboard right behind his captor. Duke leaned over and grabbed one of the bondage restraints from the luggage and pulled it in front of Mick showing him the pink leather straight jacket hanging from his hands. “Look at this beautiful piece of craftmanship. I had this custom made just for you kitten.” Duke growled into his ear. Micks heart started to race looking the belts and buckles that adored the leather jacket. Duke laid the jacket down and began to cut his arms free slowly removing his shirt. Mick rubbed his arms as he finally got some freedom. Duke grabbed the jacket and positioned it in front of his pet showing the arm holes. “Alright now, go ahead and thread your arms into the jacket slowly.” Duke ordered. Mick hesitated for a moment and glanced at the hallway leading to the door. “Fuck should I try to run now?” Mick thought to himself. Then he looked at his legs and realized that even if he did, he wouldn’t get very far. Begrudgingly Mick slid his hands into the jacket. “Mmmm, good choice, Faggot.” Duke chuckled as he watched Mick submit to his new life. As he slid his arms into the sleeves the tight leather embraced his slender arms, forcing him to push each arm down. At the end of the sleeve, it tapered at his wrists leaving a flat mitt for his hands to settle into. Duke shifted and pulled at the jacket making sure that his prized possessions was fully incased inside before enclosing the back zipping him up for an undetermined amount of time. Carefully, Duke threaded a thick nylon rope through the rivets in the back tightening each notch making sure that it would fit him like a corset around his waist. Done with the rope he tied the ends together at the bottom now focusing his attention on the buckles. Mick struggled to breath for a bit, but found a rhythm as the leather jacket began adjusting to his body. Duke wrapped his arms around his pet grabbing his wrists and forced them across making it look like he was hugging himself. “Damn, this jacket is going to make it hard to escape later once he falls asleep. If I keep my arms wide at the sides, I should be able to leverage some wiggle room to get out.” Mick’s mind was quick at work trying to find the vulnerable spots in his bondage. However, Duke wasn’t that stupid and with his experience in the past he knew every trick this dumb faggot would try. He chuckled a bit and placed his large hands on Micks triceps pushing them close to his chest before tightening the belts behind his back and placing a small golden pad lock securing his arms in place. “Tisk tisk tisk, I really hope that you don’t think less of me kitten. Did you not think I wouldn’t notice that little trick there with your arms? Well truth be told; this straight jacket is of my own design and its practically inescapable. I am telling you this because I know that you are going to try and escape me, and I want you know that this will not be possible.” Duke spoke in a low stern voice. Mick closed his eyes in frustration. On the back of the jacket, Duke threaded a wide pink leather belt through two openings running parallel to the sides of the zipper at the center of the back. Each end of the belt was threaded in between his bicep and chest, wrapping around into another loop at the sides of his bicep until they both connected back at the center of his spine. Duke pulled it tight, forcing his arms a bit back preventing him from being able to move his arms forward or out. At the front of the jacket another wide belt wrapped around his forearms preventing him from being able to pull them apart or away from his body. With another small padlock Duke savored the sound of his pet’s demise as it clicked into place. “OK kitten, now I want you to struggle for me and try to break free.” Duke ordered. Mick began to squirm and pull against the tight restraints. Every bit of movement was blocked. All he could manage was to turn his waist from side to side. “Oh, come now, kitten. I know you can do better then that.” At the end of his sentence Duke grabbed at Micks bulge and squeezed it hard. Mick threw his head back into Duke’s chest and screamed into his gag with a howling cry. The pain shot through his stomach as tears ran down his face. He started to shake violently attempting to break free from his jacket. Yet nothing happened. Duke smiled viciously very pleased at the craftsmanship of the leather jacket. Duke waited and watched T.V. while Mick fought against his restraints. Shortly, Mick gave up and the pain subsided as he rested on his new Master. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” Duke asked. “God damn this, and god damn you, you, you fucking prick!” Mick cursed at Duke in his head. With his heavy-set hands, he gently placed then on the sides of his pet’s head and massaged his scalp tenderly, cooing at his prey. Mick’s shoulders began to relax. Reaching to his left, Duke picked up a matted pink padded collar that was thick and wide. He held it up in front of his kitten. Mick focused his eyes onto the collar and a shiny gold circular trinket dangled from its center D-shaped ring. MinniProperty of Master Duke MachiavelliReading the words he saw a large cat paw lasered around the writing. His reflection from the polished ornament showed the defeat that he felt deep inside. “You are mine. You’re now my property and I will train you to become the very best for me. In honor of this moment, I chose the name, Minni, for you kitten. I think that this suits you just fine.” Duke spoke calmly. “Fuck, another fucking humiliating name. What even is that?! I’d rather be called MIGHTY MOUSE! I am not a girl why MINNI!!!” Mick was furious. Turning the collar around, Duke wrapped the pink collar around his pet’s neck, resting it upon the stiff leather turtleneck that covered his neck. Once buckled, Duke placed another small gold padlock securing it into place. He fidgeted and played with the tag with his thick fingers, admiring how beautiful it complimented his kitten’s skin. “Fuck, you look gorgeous in this Kitten.” Duke cooed at his pet. Mick was drained, he couldn’t fight it anymore. He laid on his chest defeated and tried. Duke noticed how calm he was and decided to start on the next phase. Lifting him up, Duke slid away and laid him on his back. “The night is young my precious pet and we still have some work left to complete.” Duke spoke with a chipper voice. He grabbed his scissors and began to tear part the duct tape holding his thighs and ankles together. He removed each sock and took a deep breath in before tossing them to the side. Undoing his pants, Duke was gentle to remove them relieving Micks boxer briefs with his still hard dick. Duke smiled as he noticed the wet spots from his leaking dick. Carefully he slid his boxers down showing Minni’s tiny hard dick and cute pink balls that looked almost comical. His semi hard cock went to a raging hardon as he watched his kitten’s throbbing dick bob up and down. Quickly before he couldn’t resist anymore, he secured two pink padded leather ankle restraints and locked them into place. He grabbed two wide straps and began to secure them to the bed frame on opposite sides of the bed. With little effort he moved Minni closer to the center of the Californian king mattress and attached the ends of the straps to the rings of the ankle restraints. The two straps had metal ratchets that Duke lifted and cranked, forcing Minni’s legs apart. Mick’s back rested on some pillows and the headboard as he watched his body bend to the will of his newfound Master. Duke rushed to the other side of the bed and began to crank the second ratchet pulling his legs apart more. Minni began to panic again as his legs were forced into the splits, painfully stretching his legs outwards. He screamed into his gag as his Master continued to split his legs apart. Minni desperately tried to pull at his restraints, but the ratchet was unforgiving pulling his legs further and further into the splits. Done, Duke smiled as he watched Minni struggle to find comfort in his new position, only capable of moving his feet and wiggling his toes. The rest of his legs were powerless. Duke waited as he watched his pet attempt to pulls back his legs. He caressed and rubbed his thighs allowing Minni to adjust and succumb to its place. Minni finally stopped screaming and his breathing returned to normal after what felt like an eternity. “There you go my pet, nice and easy. Now wiggle your toes for me kitten.” Duke ordered in a low but stern voice. Minni obeyed scared to deify his Master. “Good, good, want to make sure that you don’t suffer any damage.” Minni was in pain still but scoffed at what Duke had to say. He looked down at his dick as it started to get hard again. He blushed a deep pink at how masochistic he was. “Now.” Duke spoke as he positioned himself in front of Minni encircling and griping his dick and balls into his large hands. Minnis tiny dick stood at about 3.5 inches fully erect, small compared to Dukes thick and wide hands that held his junk. “You’re a real piece of work Minni, you know that?” Duke laughed. “Look at this tiny thing.” He swatted and slapped his dick around. Minni started to tear up, not from the pain but from the humiliation of his sad small dick. He knew that Duke was right, it was tiny and to make it worse he was practically hairless with just a small patch of hair that adorned the top of his mound like a sad tiny prince. Duke continued to play and stroke Minni’s hard dick smiling as he emasculated his pet. Duke released his dick after he had his fill, leaned into Minni’s face as he cut through the tape gag, slowly removing it careful not pull at the skin or hair. Minni adjusted his mouth and licked his lips tasting the residue from the tape. “Please, no more, please stop this.” Minni whined and begged his Master for mercy. “Sorry kitten, but that word doesn’t mean shit to me anymore. In fact, I am not sure why you’re even talking to me. You’re a pet now, Minni, and pets don’t talk back to their Daddy.” Duke grabbed Minni’s dick and balls again squeezing it as his tiny dick throbbed up and down from the vice. “Now you need to be punished, you bit me, and you spoke without permission. I can forgive speaking cause I haven’t really given you any rules yet but when you bit me earlier. Well, that will need to be corrected immediately.” Duke rubbed and played with Minni’s dick as he spoke. “Also, from now on you are only to address me as Master or Daddy. Understood, Minni?” Minni spat in Dukes face. “Fuck you and fuck your rules. You’re not my Master and my name isn’t MINNI IT’S MICHAEL TO YOU ASS FUCK!” Minni screamed at Duke. Duke’s face turned sour disgusted at his pet’s behavior. With his hand he gave a powerful flick onto Minni’s balls. “FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!” Minni yelled at the top of his lungs as his head fling back from the pain. *Flick* Duke landed another blow to Minni’s balls making sure he didn’t hold back. Minni was helpless, his legs forced open all he could do was twist his waist and wiggle his toes curling them from the pain. *Flick*Minni began to cry and scream as the pain radiated up to his stomach. *Flick*“What’s your name?” Duke asked in a stern voice. “Please stop! PLLEEAASE!!” Minni hollered as he was sobbing and drooling with snot coming from his nose. *Flick* “What. Is. your name?” Duke asked again. “PLEAAASEEE STTTTOOP!! ITSS MINNI! ITS MINNI!!!!” Minni begged and whimpered. *Flick* “And what am I to you, Minni?” asked Duke. “ITS MASTER! PLEASE NO MORE NO MORE IT HURTS SO MUCH PLEASE STOP-“ Minni was cut off mid-sentence. *Flick* “Beg me you stupid fuck, beg your Master to stop.” Duke ordered. *Flick* Duke landed hard blows every time making sure that his pet felt every ounce of pain. Minni was shaking violently and sobbing unable to speak clearly as his balls were tortured. *Flick* “PWWEEASE MAASTER, NO MORE, NO MORE, PLEASE STOP MASTER IM SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE YOUR MINNI!!” Minni tried his best in between cries to plead to his Master to stop. Duke smiled watching Minni break under his power. He continued inflicting more pain as he forced Minni to beg and call him Master until he hit 30 flicks. Duke now satisfied gently rubbed his sore swollen balls and dick as it fell flaccid again from the pain. Minni was a mess. His face was bright red with swollen eyes and a running nose. Duke got up and grabbed a warm wet towel and some tissue paper. Minni was traumatized as Duke approached him again and started begging. “Please Master no more, please please please no more. Minni is sorry Master please don’t do this. Minni will behave Master.” His voice was cracking and sore from crying and screaming, he shook his head from left to right scared that he was back for more. “SSSHHHHHHHH.” Duke shushed his pet quietly and began to wipe the tears away with the warm wet towel and allowed him to blow his nose. “It’s ok Minni, I think you learned your lesson. You need this. You deserve this. You’re a pathetic faggot and you need me to help you. I mean, look at you, your a mess Minni, you forced me to do this to you.” Minni shook his head up and agreed with him. “Yes Master, Thank you Master.” Minni’s voice shook as Duke wiped his face and cleaned him up. “I am glad that you see it this way Minni.” Duke replied. He pulled away and left Minni to rest. After Minni calmed down Duke returned with several white bags and latex gloves. He sat back in front of Minni as he ripped open a small square pack and started to wipe the tip of his sad tiny dick. “WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING MASTER?! WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!!! PLWEASE NO MORE MASTER I”LL BE GOOD I SWEAR I SWEAR! NNNOOOOOOO!!!” Duke ignored Minni’s pleads as he inserted a metal tube inside his urethra and pierced a PA into his dick. Minni begged and screamed while he continued. “After this, I’ll pierce your nipples and then your tongue.” Duke spoke calmly. Minni screamed and didn’t hear a single word. In the hallway leading up to the room not a single soul heard poor Minni’s cries for help. Unknowing to him they were alone on this floor, on top at the penthouse suite. No one would help him, no one would come. He was alone and will learn to submit to his Master’s will. After all he has no choice.
