Today is my 5th day here in this hell hole. Everyday was the same. He comes in the basement, waits for me to piss the bed, bathes me, messes with my hole with his fingers in the tub, spanks me, puts a vibrating butt plug inside me and turn them up until they hit max, fucks my mouth, makes me worship his hairy built body, and fucks my ass how many times as he wants. I either lick up and swallow his cum or take his cum up my ass. He doesn’t like when his cum is wasted. I learned that the hard way. He usually cums 3-5 times a day. Me? I haven’t came since the day before I got trapped here. My dick has not been freed from this chastity cage. Every time he fucks me raw, he hits my prostate and every time he does it makes me so horny that I lose my mind. Those are the times that I really want to come. If it wasn’t for the chastity cage making my dick not go rock hard, I would have shot without even touching myself.
On the 3rd day of my captivity, Master Chris started taking pictures and videos of me regularly. He takes pictures of me getting fucked, sucking him, my red marks on my ass, his cum inside my hole, anything really that he thinks would turn on those sick people who pay to see this on that website where he posts me being raped and humiliated. He would read the comments and messages to me. Describing how other men out there would fuck me with no mercy at all. How badly they would treat me if that got the chance. How I deserve all this for being a robber. The first video he ever posted was me losing my virginity. Master Chris called it “A 20yr Robber Breaks In My House and Loses His Cherry For It.” He made me watch the video. If I look away or close my eyes for too long he slaps me.
It’s hard to tell what Master Chris really wants. He can be very brutal towards me but yet he sometimes treats me as he needs me. As he wants me to be his. His passionate kiss and slow deep thrust into my hole gives me weird feelings. Those are the feelings that confuses me. It’s like he’s fucking his lover instead of a bitch. I’m not gay but it makes me feel wanted.. NO! I can’t think like that! It’s normal to feel like that. That doesn’t make me gay. I just need my tension to be released by cumming. It’s making me think and do things that I can’t control because I haven’t came in so long.
During those days I’ve been planning my way out of here. Trying to get my freedom back. I broke into this house, I can break out. I know I can. I don’t want to be raped everyday by him. And I certainly don’t want my body to be sold to even more disgusting brutal men out there. He still has me in the basement all day. The only time I get to go up is to bathe. Master Chris said in a few days he will let me go up and do chores and serve him up there. Once I’m out of this basement I can see if my plan can actually work. He usually ties me down to the bed but on the 4th day of my captivity, he didn’t. Apparently he came back to me drunk. The rape he gave me last night was not that bad. He fucked me flat on my stomach. I could smell his drunk breath behind me. Once he released his sperms inside of me two times, he passed out on my back. His dick still hard, slowly going soft, inside of me. He was still big when he went soft so his dick never left my ass until one hour later he moved around on the bed and his soft cock slid out of my abused hole. Part of his body was still on me. His beard was on my neck. I couldn’t move that much. I had only the cuffs on my wrist behind my back. I could’ve escaped then but once again part of his body was on me. He is a big man. Then as soon as he put his arm around my neck pulling me closer to him. I knew my chance of escape for that night was over. I fell asleep on his strong arm. The next morning was the same as always.
It is now the 5th day of my captivity, Master Chris just bathed me. I am sitting down on the bed naked. Waiting to see what he has plans for today. Everything hurts. My ass still hurts. I feel like my hole isn’t getting used to his cock at all. I learn to only speak when he allows me. He doesn’t feed me breakfast. He feeds me once a day. It could be plain oatmeal with a protein bar or just a protein bar. That’s all I ate. He even would tie me down on the bed, leave the basement door open, and cook himself a nice dinner. Making me smell the food that I can never have. I have no entertainment here. I don’t know what is going on in the world right now. I don’t even know if it’s night or day time. There are no windows in the basement.
Master Chris trusts me enough not to run out anymore. He always threatens that something bad will happen to me if I try to make an escape again. But he doesn’t know that I’m planning to not stay here for that long.
“Alright boy, today you’re gonna start doing things for me that don't evolve sexual stuff. I'm going to ask you to be my footrest while I watch tv, make you rub my feet, clean up my house, hell I might even make you stand on one foot if I like. You hear me?” He walks closer to me.
“Yes Master.” My chance is coming. I am now able to be in the main part of the house.
“But first..I want a blow job” Of course he does. I’m still not used to having all of him inside my mouth yet. But my gagging has calmed down a bit. I start to get on my knees and pull down his pants. He’s not wearing underwear. His soft hairy cock is now in front of me. He likes it when I lick his tip. He wants me to go slowly. If he wanted me to go fast he would’ve taken control already. He’s letting me worship him. I fucking hate it. I start to take his head inside my mouth. Licking all around his head. Slowly I start moving up. His cock is now growing in my mouth. I start to play with his hairy balls. He puts his hand behind my head. Pushing me more into his cock. He starts to guide me. Soft moans escape from his mouth. He is rock hard. He then pulls me off his cock and lays on the bed. He takes off his shirt. What does he want me to do now?
“What the fuck you still on the floor for? Suck my big cock bitch.”
I climb up to his cock and start sucking it. Playing with his balls with my hand. I look up and see that he is really enjoying this. He starts to rub his hairy chest. Messing with his own nipples. He then puts both his hands on the back of my head and pushes me down until my nose hits his bushy pubes. His musk smells always make me gag. But I control it. He holds me down, not letting back up. I try to move my tongue around his cock. Trying to make him feel good so that he can let me backup and breathe. It works. I gasped for hair when he let me go.
“I’m too tired to fuck you. Come sit down on my cock now. You’re going to fuck yourself with it boy.” What?! I’ve never sat down on his cock before. I never had control over nothing when he rapes me. Now I do. I’m scared. “Hurry up boy!” I climbed over him. I put my knees on the bed. I position his cock below my ass. I’m shaking. I don’t want to do this. I went to sit down on it but right when it touched my hole I jumped back up. I can’t do this…
I start to beg. “Please Master… this is too much for me. I can’t do this.” My voice is shaking.
“Too much?... Too much? “ He raises his upper body towards me.
*SLAP*
He slapped my left cheek hard. I start to rub my face, holding back defeat written all over my face.
“I don’t give a shit what you’re feeling. You’ve already pissed me off by moving so slow and now you’re disobeying your orders. Now. Fuck. Yourself. On. My. Cock.” He goes back to laying down on the bed.
I take his cock with my left hand and position to my hole. With my right hand, I have on his hair chest. Without thinking, I pushed the tip inside. Grunts left my mouth and both of my hands came to his chest holding on to his chest hair. I pull on them and he enjoys it even more. He likes to feel pain when I grab onto his chest hair. I push down more inches inside of me. My grunts are not stopping. I’m taking deep breaths each time I get an inch inside. Then my ass touches the bottom. I have all 10 inches inside of me.
I stay there for a while and Master Chris just lays there, enjoying everything about this. “Good job boy. You took all of that like a champ. Now start riding me bitch. Make your Master cum inside you while I lay here.”
I start to slowly rise up and slowly come back down. It feels good after a while. Having control on what I am doing is good for me right now. I can feel his dick touching my prostate for a second before I rise back up. I’m taking my time doing this so I don’t have to be in too much pain. I wish I had lube, it would make things easier for me. But Master said he won’t be using lube on me at all.
“Are you even trying? Why are you going so slow?!” He slaps me on my face.
What the hell?? I’m doing what he asked, am I not? “What Master?” Rubbing my face
He slaps me again on the other side. “I want you to speed it up boy. This is about my pleasure. Not yours. You think I’m dumb? You keep getting up before I am fully inside of you. You know what?” He gets up closer to my face and grabs it. Looking right into my eyes. “If I don’t cum in 5 minutes inside your tight hole, I will beat the shit out of your ass. Starting now.”
I can’t believe this. I have to pick up the speed or else my ass will have brand new marks. FUCK IT! I start to speed it up. My hands grab onto his chest hair even harder. I’m pushing myself onto his dick, hitting my own prostate. Picking it back up and doing it again. He starts to grunts and my moan starts to escape. It hurts. My spits from sucking his dick is gone for sure and I am fucking myself raw with his dick. I can’t go through another spanking. He doesn’t hold back when he hits me. Master Chris is laying there, his hands behind his head, enjoying everything. I stare at his lips. I have to make out with him. He loves that. And maybe me.. I get down on him and put my tongue in his mouth. Master Chris is shocked at first but he puts his tongue right in my mouth returning the favor. I’m still riding him like crazy. The pain is slowly going away but not fast enough. I’m doing the work, his hips don't move from the bed.
I remember , he loved his nipples being touched. I take my left hand and start messing with his nipple. He moans into my mouth as I moan into his. I keep the pace going. Rubbing his nipples, making out with him, as I fuck myself with his 10 inch cock. He starts to grunt even more. His upper body starts to twitch. Then I feel his hard cock twitching inside of me with his hot warm load. He keeps shooting inside me while moaning into my mouth. He was done shooting inside of me.
Master Chris looks into my eyes. “Good job boy. I’m shocked that you made it” I DID IT! I made it through! I start to smile. Something that I am proud of doing since I got here.
“I’m still going to beat your ass,” Master Chris laughs. My face goes numb. What? He laughs “Oh come on! I just wanted to see if you can actually do it. Part of it is that I just wanted to see you fuck yourself on my dick. Beating your ass today was still part of the plan.” He raises his upper body and kisses me and grabs something next to him “Now get off my dick bitch.”
I get up from his dick and before any cum drips out of me, he sticks a buttplug in me. His seeds are just swimming inside of me for who knows how long. He gets up from the bed and starts setting up his things that are for me. To be abused.
“Get in the stock.” I'm still on the bed. Scared for my life. The last time I was in there my ass was badly beaten, leaving me crying. Knowing he killed someone before isn’t helping. I’m most vulnerable when I’m trapped like that. “Please.. I can’t get in there man.. I’m so scared.. please please.” I start to tear up. I just want to go home. What the hell is wrong with me! I have to do what he is telling me! Do you want to escape!? Then do what is he telling you to d-
Master Chris grabs me by my hair and drags my body across the basement to put me in the stock. I scream and start to hurry up and catch up to him so my hair isn’t being pulled on too badly. He pushes me inside the stock and locks me up. He puts the bar between my legs and cuffins my ankles to them. I am spread out and trapped. Waiting to see what to come in. He’s definitely going to give me a lot more just because I just disobeyed his order. Fuck my life.
“Thank you for giving me a good excuse to go ham on your ass. Even though I could just do it anyway haha.” He goes up in front of me with his soft hairy cock inches from my face. “One suck for good luck” Good luck? Why do I need it? What the fuck is he going to do to me? I take his soft cock in my mouth and suck it one time. When it slipped out of my mouth, he went around my ass and SMACK
A short scream came out of my mouth. It’s already stingy. He has his wooden paddle. He winds up and swings again. And again. And again.
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I don’t know how many spanks I have gotten already. All I know is that I’m crying like a baby. He stops.
“Are you thirsty?” What is this all of a sudden but fuck yes I am. “Yes, Master.” Gulping my response to him. He comes around and faces me. His soft cock right there close to my face again. “Take my cock in your mouth and hold it. You’ll feel hydrated.”
What if I said I wasn’t thirsty. I don’t want to do this. I can’t drink someone else's piss. Fucking sick man. I fucking hate him. But what choice do I have? I take his 7 inch soft cock into my mouth. With a grunt he gives out, he starts to piss inside my mouth. I try my hardest to drink it all down without any of it spilling.
How long is this going to take? He his pisses for so fucking long. “There you go boy. Such a good boy for drinking his Master's piss. Did you like it?”
“Yes, Master” Please just leave me alone already. “You nasty bitch, I knew you would love it.” He then slaps my face. Now I have his piss and cum inside of me. Is my body even mine anymore? It is. I can’t give up. I can’t give in.
SMACK
It continues for over an hour. Master spanks me over and over until both my cheeks are solid red and mix with purple. He would sometimes come over to my face and pull my hair and make me look at him just for him to spit at me.
Finally, he gets me out of the stock and puts me on the bed. I lay on my stomach because my ass needs a break. Master cuffs my hands behind my back and leaves me in the basement alone again. He’s building more trust in me. Little by little, he’s not restraining me to the bed.
No more tears were left for me to let out. I take this moment to catch my breath and think.
Chris comes back, fully clothed, he has a new pair of cuffs with him. He starts to cuff my ankles together and gets the cuffs that are holding my wrist behind my back off. “These ankle cuffs are to remain on all the time while you’re upstairs. It’s so that you won’t run away. If you plan to still run away then you better crawl or hop away fast.” He laughs at his comment. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
I take baby steps while going up the stairs because these cuffs are short length. If I take a normal step, I will for sure trip.
I am in the living room. Everything is the same since the last time I saw this room, I was robbing it. The kitchen is right there connected. We enter the kitchen. “All of my knives, sharp items, and anything poison related are locked up in these cabinets. So don’t get any funny ideas because you won’t get to those. You will serve me and clean up the house. You got that boy?”
“Yes master… I understand” I said in defeat.
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It’s been a week now since I am able to be upstairs. I am not allowed to talk unless he allows me. I still sleep in the basement, tied up to the bed of course. While Chris sleeps up there in his master bedroom. He fucks me everyday. My hole is starting to get used to his cock but it still hurts like hell every time he puts it in. I cleaned up the house. I’m not allowed to go to the second story of the house. Chris thinks I am fully submitted to him but he’s wrong. Deep down, I am still plotting my escape.
While watching TV in the living room, Chris makes me massage his feet. “That’s it boy, get your tongue in between my toes while you're at it.” I sigh softly and begin to lick them. Chris is now on his phone, scrolling through messages about the videos he posted of me. Oh yeah, he is always posting pictures and videos of me. Keeping his small community entertained by abusing me.
“Hey boy, listen to this comment. “If I had my hands on him, I would make sure every part of his body is bruised up for being a robber. I hate people like him, a fucking faggot and a piece of shit. Thinking they can just steal from people and not be punished. If it was up to me, I will pull out every single tooth he has” damn boy! Good thing you're with me huh?” I was shocked by the comment.. I wasn’t a good person but I wasn’t evil! I don’t deserve any of this. “What do you think about that comment?” He asked
“I-I don’t think I deserve that.. I’m a shitty person but that is too far..” Chris nods at me. “Come sit down on the couch with me, boy.” I go up and sit down next to him. Chris pulls me closer and he watches the news…
Am I really going to be his bitch toy for the rest of my life?
