Mark's Story
Character List
- Travis (aka Bard) - 5' 9", fit, white. Master of Mark and Shy, sadistic streak
- Shy (aka Shiloh) - 5' 11", thin, white, curly locks of hair, teenager with a breedable bubble butt and an oral fixation
- Mark (aka Farmer) - 5' 3", tan, a teenage wallflower with a masculine thin frame. Prison in his own body, cannot disobey Travis
My name is Mark Dobre. I'm an older brother, almost 6 ft tall, and my favorite color is green. I'm not a farmer, I just picked that name because I like caring for plants. I am in college, just community college for now, but I'm hoping to become an Ecosystem Scientist. Why am I telling all of this? It's simple, I want to keep myself safe. If I put away all the things that make me me into a mental box, I can maintain my sense of self. I'm hoping to one day escape both Travis and this voice that echoes through my thoughts:
My place is below Master Travis. I exist for his pleasure and use. I’ll do anything I'm ordered to since I’m a slave. I am Master's property.
Thanks to these intrusive thoughts, I can't control myself. This is hell on me. I don't know how I can get out of this. In the morning, me and Shy were made to worship Travis' big cock and balls first thing in the morning. I can't tell if Shy is suffering like me - there's a far away look in his eyes when performing his "duty" to lavish licks and kisses to his junk. I can't ask him or even say anything about my situation thanks to Travis' orders not to tell others. Anyone that could look on us would think I'm enjoying this. I just want to go home...
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After Travis busts a nut, Shy is sent off by Travis to go entertain people and improve his dick sucking, leaving me alone and naked with Travis.
Travis: "I want this place cleaned. The cleaning supplies are under the sink in the kitchen. I expect the bathroom, kitchen, living room, and my room cleaned well, you can't cut any corners either. Understand slave?"
Mark: "Yes Master..."
Travis: "After you're done, you get a choice - you can either use a dildo on your ass or jack your dick until I get back. You even have my permission to cum, but only when using the dildo. Do this in front of the camera I set up in the living room. I expect I'll be back in a couple of hours, so enjoy yourself."
Mark: "Please Master, let me at least tell my family I'm okay. Please!"
Travis: "Oh don't worry. I've got plans for you and your family later."
A cold chill runs down my spine... Before I can ask him what he means to do, he leaves. My body begins to clean the house as ordered. Because of him, I have to tend to the nooks and crannies that were neglected until I came along. Even though it wasn't listed, my programming has me tending to his dirty laundry and dishes, my least favorite things to do. I almost try finding more to clean, but after a few hours, I'm done and have to get in front of a camera and degrade myself. He's got me so whipped (God, my back aches), I turn on the camera myself and climb proactively into the center of the frame. It seems like I actually want this. I start jacking my dick. Usually, I can make myself cum in less than 5 minutes spanking my hog, but once I get into masturbating and the heat behind my balls builds up pleasurably, the voice takes over.
Master says I can't cum unless it's with the dildo.
I can't... climax. Even when I'm pumping like a piston, my body aches and even hurts for relief. Eventually, I have to stop jerking it. Desperately, I take the long dildo, lube it up, and shove it to the balls into me. I ride it for only a few lengths before I finally shoot all over myself. But instead of cleaning myself off, I continue riding the fake cock. I get off it, but then my hand goes to my penis and stimulates my spent glans. It's too much for my poor cock and I crawl back onto the dildo.
An hour or so later, Travis finally comes back with Shy on his arms. Shy looks adoringly at Travis and I have to wonder if that's him or more of Travis' orders.
Shy: "Want me to show you what I learned?"
Travis: "Absolutely cutie."
Why's he so kind to Shy and harsh to me? Shy looks reddened at seeing me cum-covered and masturbating.
Shy: "Looks like someone's been enjoying himself?"
I smile like I mean what I'm saying.
Mark: "I've been getting to cum a lot thanks to Master Travis."
Travis: "Stop pleasuring yourself and rim Shy. Shy, sweetie, you've been sucking cock enough. I want to fuck that delicious ass and fill you up with my children. You want me to breed you?"
Shy: "You know I can't say no to you~"
Join the club. As demanded, I get behind Shy, pull his pants down, and set his smaller erect pecker free. Travis plays with the dripping boy's precum as I have to eat his ass. I try my best to slobber at his sweet, little pink hole him in case Travis plans to fuck him dry. If I'm all the lube he's getting, I don't want him to hurt. After I've been polishing Shy for a while, Travis tells me to get cleaned up as he takes a giggling Shy to the bedroom. I cry softly in the shower. This is hell.
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My name is Mark. My favorite animal is a rabbit. I'm kind of a loner and a little lonely. I thought I was losing my virginity to a nice guy in a scary place, but then he started being so controlling. For some reason I don't understand, I'm hypnotized to be a happy slave. Why? Why has this happened to me? What will happen to me tomorrow? Can I dare even hope this nightmare ends tomorrow? I wallow in these feelings until I finally fall asleep.
‐--- Day 2 ----
Today's punishment starts with being forced to make breakfast. Travis takes his food wordlessly. Shy thanks me so kindly, I want to cry. If only I could tell him I need help. My only thanks from Travis is being sent to put on an outfit he's put on the bed - some kinds of leather straps that fit over my chest, hips, wrists, and ankles. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and marvel at how sexy it makes me look. The door opens and Travis walks in with a large box.
Travis: "Lay down on your back on the closet floor. This will be fun."
I obey, cuts hurting, wondering what's to come. Eventually, Travis restrains my ankles to my wrists so I'm spread eagle on the carpet. My limbs are then connected to hooks on the wall and I see something dreadful - a dildo machine.
Travis: "It'll amuse me knowing you're spending the day being trained."
The dildo is attached to the motor and greased up before being shoved in my ass and turned on.
Travis: "While you're being fucked, you're to be the happiest, sluttiest fag in the whole world. You're allowed to cum freely - every time you cum, you are to thank me for making you my slave and beg to cum again. Count how many time you cum, I'll ask at the end."
And with that, he closes the door. Even though I'm alone, I buck my hips and moan that I need dick. It punches a spot in me that makes me ache. Minutes later, I'm pushed over the edge and blast my spunk on my chest and belly. I thank Travis alouf to myself as irdered. Of course, I'm not done though and the machine doesn't stop or care. No one cares that I'm being forced into this situation.
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Travis: "How many times did you cum slave?"
Mark: "Eight, Master."
Travis: "I'll come back when it's ten."
The door closes on me. This is hell.
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Later that night, Travis falls asleep before ordering me to do anything more. It's a small mercy because I can't take anymore. My ass aches from being pounded all day. My throat feels bruised from being throat fucked by dildos and Travis' cock. Travis looks so relaxed after having gotten all the orgasms he wants when he wants them.
Shy: "Mark. You couldn't sleep either?"
Shy walks out in a towel having freshly showered. I struggle against my mental restraints, but can't say anything to break free of the compulsion. Shy seems to take my silence as an answer and continues speaking.
Shy: "Wild couple of days, huh? A death game one day, wild sex the next. Really makes you take stock of the years you've spent before now."
We walk out to the patio and take a seat. Instead of talking, we sit in amicable silence. For the first time, maybe for both of us, we can simply take a breath. I hear crickets. I can feel how warm the air has gotten and recall it should be spring now. Shy stretches out his legs looking contented.
Mark: "I bet you had a way better day than I did."
Shy shrugs lightly, looking down at his hands.
Shy: "It wasn’t bad really. The guys I met today were cool. I went from no sex to a ton of sex and dicks, so that was awesome."
He pauses suddenly and the mood shifts as a harder look comes over. And then, his eyes regain their soft quality and he meets my eyes.
Shy: "I was hoping you’d come hang out."
There's something in the way Shy says it, all earnest and unassuming, that makes my chest feel strange. He shifts in his seat, suddenly a bit self-conscious.
Mark: "I don’t get how you’re always like this. Like, things don’t seem to bother you. How do you do that?"
Shy tilts his head thoughtfully and speaks slowly.
Shy: "I think... I just try not to get caught up in things I can’t change. You get through the day, and at the end, you’re still here and you're still you, ya know?"
If only I could be me. I never thought to take my freedom for granted until now.
Shy: "It's late. I think I'll go to bed."
Mark: "Hey Shy. Before you go to bed, can I ask something?"
Shy: "Sure."
Mark: "Why are you okay with everything that's happening? Now our lives could be in danger, we're staying with Master Travis, everything's crazy, but you don't seem bothered."
Shy: "......what about you? You're in the same boat."
The programming takes over.
Mark: "As long as Master Travis is here, I know he'll take care of everything!"
Shy: "...I'm glad we're in this together at least. Let's both stay alive, yeah?"
Mark: "Yeah."
Shy walks inside, likely to go cuddle next to Travis. Even though I'm tired, this has been the first time I've been able to be myself. I'm reluctant to end the night, but who knows what tomorrow might bring. Pretty sure I'll get beaten if I fall asleep during one of Dickhead's torture sessions. I recline in a nearby chair and start nodding off. My name is Mark. Inside I'm Mark. My actions aren't mine, but I'm still Mark.
‐--- Day 3 ----
The three of us are being driven by Travis to meet Bear. Apparently, Bear texted us, wanting to strategize. I only heard about this from Shy - Travis took my phone. When Shy's around, I get treated like a human. We meet at a restaurant where Bear already has a booth.
Bear: "Thank you all for coming."
Introductions are made and food is ordered. Bear apparently likes going by Bear.
Travis: "If I can be so bold, are we going to team up in this next game?"
Bear: "That is one thing I was hoping, yes. But I also have a few leads about the people who might have kidnapped us. Apparently, they have a link to an experimental pharmaceutical company that's not supposed to exist."
Travis: "And you figured that out, how?"
Bear: "It was a matter of what happened to the late Conga. They administered something that caused him to go berserk."
Shy: "And turn into a devil. Aren't we all glossing over that. I mean, how was that possible?"
Bear: "I wonder too, but it's irrelevant. Whatever it is, they can do that apparently. The important thing is to avoid any drug trials."
The two talk back and forth with Shy chiming in every now and then. All I can wish is that Travis suffers a death in the up and coming game. Anything to be free.
Shy: "Hey Mark?"
Shy whispers to me.
Shy: "You're being extra quiet. You okay?"
God, I wish I could share how miserable I am...
Mark: "I'm okay."
He smiles sweetly and winks before turning back to Bear and Travis.
Master Travis.
Shut up already.
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I seem to wake up as we get back in the car. What happened??? I try asking Shy, but I can't speak the words. Fuck. This has to be Master Travis' doing. Why would he do that? What is he planning now? Whatever it was, Shy looks deep in thought. Try as I might, I can't remember what was discussed...
‐--- Day 4 ----
Travis: "Pits."
Mark: "Yes Master!"
Shy has gone out for the day - without his protection, Travis put me into what he calls "puppy mode." Like a dog in heat, I'm eagerly sniffing and licking at his armpits. My own thoughts are pushed to the back of my mind more often than not lately. He tastes extra salty, sour and sharp, from sweat on top of smelling way too like aged cheese.
Mmm, Master's manly scent makes me super horny! I'm glad Master smells so tasty. I drool and lick in his musky saltiness. Master is extra stinky after his run today. I wish I could have been on a leash and out for a walk with him.
Travis: "I haven't bathed yet either. Really lap it up and whiff it in, bitch."
My face is wetted from sweat and my own drool by the time I can stop. I really had to get into a pup mindset and get into it like a dog loving a smell.
Travis: "Enjoy that? Well, I've got a real case of swamp ass too. Rim me boy."
Mmm, Master's tasty hole scent! I'll be able good doggy and clean Master like he commands. Whatever makes Master happy is the only thing that matters.
Travis: "Focus. I don't want you distracted. Don't think for yourself, only about my pleasure. Really stay in this. Love tasting me."
I shouldn't think for myself, only of Master.
I hate this. I can't think- I hate this. don't think. I hate this I hate this! I love this. I lo-hate this. I ha-love this. I can't stop. I can't won't think...
I'm left to rim the asshole's asshole thinking I'm a dog for a long time...
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Travis: "Enough puppy mode. Go wash your face off, then make me lunch."
Mark: "Yes Master..."
I can't mess up his food even though I want to. Instead, I serve him breakfast before taking my portion into the other room to eat like a servant.
Travis: "Come here slave. I've got something fun planned for you today."
Great...
Travis: "You'll start selling your body to earn some extra cash for me."
Mark: "Please Master, don't make me do this! I can work a regular job, you don't need me to make money this way!"
Travis: "Silence slave."
I immediately stop talking. All I can do is plead with eyes. Not that'll do me any good.
Travis: "You're a whore, so it's about time you earn your keep. Every free moment you have will be filled with cocks. Tell me how excited you are to whore yourself out."
Mark: "Thank you for giving me more chances to get men's cocks inside me!"
There's that glint in his eyes again. Of course he's getting off to me being miserable. Why did this have to happen to me? Now I'll be finding people to fuck me. I'm so fucked, this whole thing is fucked up.
Travis: "Why don't you practice how you'll offer your holes to men?"
Mark: "Hello sir! Would you be interested in having a good time?"
I take an overly enthusiastic step towards Master. He watches with a smug grin as he responds.
Travis: "What kind of good time?"
Mark: "I'll do whatever you want if you'll pay me. You can use my pussy or I can suck your great cock. Whatever you want, I'll do it!"
Travis: "I could use a fuck."
You already fucked me this morning - I had to do all the work.
Mark: "Yes sir! I can't wait to use a real man's cock!"
Travis: "That'll do. Enough practice, get you whore ass on the streets. You can come home once you've earned $500. Naturally, you'll offer yourself to any man who wants to use you."
Mark: "Yes Master, but ai can't do this! I'll be ruined!"
Travis: "Enough backtalk, the sun is setting soon. If you don't want to spend the night on the streets, get that pussy working."
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! My life has already been forced around dicks and now I'm going to have to degrade myself. My life is ruined. I'm given a burner phone with an app to take money electronically. Naturally, it all goes straight into Travis' pocket.
‐--- Day 5 ----
It was early morning when I finally get back home. In the dim gloom of the darkened apartment, Travis sleeps, stretched across the wide, king-sized bed with Shy curled at his side. I go onto the balcony and cry at the new lowest point in my life. I've been reduced to a whore, made to fuck and suck men I don't know. Not even the quiet hum of the city can calm me down. This is hard. This is so, so hard. It's been, what, a week? This is torture. I want my room, I want my bed, I want my mom and dad and Phil and my friends. Without a word, a hand drifts onto mine as I wipe my tears. I take a shaky breath, closing my eyes for a moment, letting the weight of the day ebb just slightly under Shy’s touch.
Shy: "Hey."
I glance up to look at Shy, fixated on his curly locks falling messily around his face. The words catch in my throat, deep and unreachable. Shy's hand slips into mine, his thumb tracing gentle circles over my knuckles.
Shy: "You want to talk about it?"
Yes.
Mark: "No."
Shy: "...that's okay. You don’t have to say anything, you know."
Shy murmured, his voice a soft reassurance in the storm of the city. The wind blows its warmth. I just stare into his eyes. They're so... soft. My heartbeat slowly calms.
Shy: "I’m here. We’re here. Just… rest a bit."
Shy’s presence, simple and calm, is the only life raft of hope I have amidst all this. For the first time today, I feel safe, even if just for a moment. I breath in, imagining Shy somehow finding out what's happening to me and coming to my rescue like a prince who will take this lonely feeling away. I close my eyes and allow a faint sigh to escape my lips.
Shy: "Hey."
. . .
For a long moment, I stand there with my eyes closed at peace. And then a hand from behind lands on my shoulder and my stomach falls through me.
Travis: "Hey boys."
Mark: "Master Travis!"
The false persona of a happy slave slips back on like a bag over my head.
Travis: "You got back home."
Naked with morning wood, Travis doesn't care that we're outside where someone could potentially see. He pulls down my pants before fingering my sore hole.
Travis: "Why don't you polish my knob?"
It wasn't a question for me, but both myself and Shy go to our knees and begin making open love to his dirty dick. I hate that I love the salty taste of semen. I hate that I'm getting hard while doing this. I like that my and Shy's lips keep meeting on either side of Travis' fat cock. Shy's eyes look vacant, far away. Oh god. Is he fucked over like me? His eyes lack any familiarity, like everything that is him has gone somewhere far away. We finally get Mike to shoot and it ends up all across my face. Lucky me...
‐--- Day 6 ----
My eyes awaken in a dark, unfamiliar room. I'm in a bed, in the dark, alone. Where am I? Trying to shake off the drowsiness, I try to recall what I'm doing here, but nothing comes up. The bedside lamp shows me this room has cameras set in the ceiling. And another bed with an unconscious guy on it I don't recognize. What is this???
