Online with Master Asher Twinopia

This story is a standalone story that takes place in the wider world of Twinkopia. The story contains offensive slang, gay sex, bondage, and submission. If that bothers you, please stop reading here. All characters are aged eighteen or older and consent to all actions taken.

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Online with Master Asher in Twinkopia

Part 1

It was after dark as I sat alone at my computer roleplaying sexual fantasies with the young Master Asher online. Even though we had never met in person I was wearing a locked chain collar and chastity cage that Master made me purchase, the keys to both sitting inside a sealed envelope on top of my desk tempting me daily to open it and regain access to my cock.

"How is my slave doing in his new outfit?" Master Asher asked, knowing the only piece of clothing I was allowed to wear around the house, in addition to the collar and cage, was a pair of skintight compression shorts normally worn when working out.

"Your slave is adjusting Master. I was nervous training my clients at the gym today, but no one noticed the hard bulge of the cage in my shorts, and If they noticed the silvery chain collar under my shirt, they did not say anything."

"The pictures you sent from the locker room as proof of your obedience were quite nice boy, my dorm mate and I enjoyed your hairless tone body sporting the locked cage." I blushed reading knowing that the college freshman I had accepted as my online Master was sharing the 'cage check' pictures of my blond haired, green eyed personal trainer body wearing the chastity cage that I had sent him from the locker room at work with his dorm mate.

"You have been a good slave boy these last weeks, you waxed your body as I commanded and wear what I require. The online fantasies we have played out have been very arousing leading to more than one cum shot, but I want to remove temptation and increase my control of you. You will mail the envelope with keys to a PO box I will provide."

I froze at the keyboard. Master Asher knew I had only been able to follow his commands so far because my wife was away teaching aerobics classes on a cruise ship for three months. Tentatively I replied, "Master I am honored you would accept my keys, but I will need to take these off before my wife returns in a few months."

There was a longer than usual silence, "Are you sure you want to deny my order boy? Remember a lot has changed in Hardwood Castle since the Twink Supremacy laws passed." This time the long pause was on my end. I didn't pay much attention to politics, but I had seen news about some new laws passing since the Hardwood Castle valley area seceded from the Union to form our own country called Twinkopia. I had assumed none of that mattered to me and all that would change was who I paid my tax too, but now I was not so sure.

Master Asher replied first, "Forget the new laws for the moment, do you trust your Master boy?" After I replied, "Yes," some of the tension in the online words seemed to dissipate. "I promise I will return the keys before your wife ever comes home boy, but as long as you're mine, I want to really own you, now obey me and mail them!"

I felt guilty for being duplicitous but the next day I stopped by the local locksmith to make a spare set of each key before I mailed the envelope on my way to the gym. I looked away when the predatory new young locksmith named Harry was looking at me up and down like I was a piece of prime meat while scanning my ID. To distract from the ravenous looks he was giving my fit body I asked about when the shop changed hands and learned that when his Uncle retired, he left the business to Harry. As the hot twink nephew started to ask intimately personal questions about my sexual preferences and experiences I blushed, abandoned getting the spare keys and left.

I couldn't get the young locksmith or Master Asher out of my head all day as I trained people. I used to consider myself straight, and I have a smoking hot wife with nearly as many muscles as me but in recent years increasingly I found myself thinking about younger men and submitting to them. My wife had always been the bossy one in the house leaving me already mildly submissive. I don't know if it was something in the water, but I had never felt so intensely submissive until recently.

Even though Hardwood Castle is a city there are times it feels like a small town, and I was surprised to see Master Asher send me a picture of him holding my keys that same night. Over the next couple of nights, we returned to our regular sexual fantasy roleplaying, but it was not all 'play' anymore as I could no longer touch my cock and 'cheating' to open the envelope was no longer an option. The feeling of helplessness, knowing this young freshman sitting across town at Antinous University was holding my keys made my cock swell more in the confines of the hard cage.

I had the next three days off work and with my wife still away I was eager to spend that time in just my shorts roleplaying with Master Asher as much as we could, "Tonight we are going to try an experiment. I have a special training video for you to watch boy, now follow my instructions exactly..." Master Asher had me position the computer in the corner, put on noise canceling headphones, and sit upright in the chair with my hands clasped behind me.

Even though Master Asher's domination was virtual, as I sat there watching the videos of assertive twinks abuse older men it felt very real. Something about hearing the loud slaps and moans through the high-quality headphones, and sitting facing the corner like a bad schoolboy, and not even being allowed to touch the keyboard, as the Master chose what I watched, fed my submissiveness, and made my cock strain in its cage.

The illusion of control was so real I could even swear I smelled the brand of body spray that Master Asher told me he wore, and I got that unshakable feeling someone was in the room with me. I was resisting the urge to turn around, keeping my eye on the screen when the rag dripping with chemicals pressed onto my face. Foolishly I inhaled in surprise when I should have tried holding my breath, but it was too late, and darkness fell.

Part 2

The strong ammonia stench of smelling salts woke me up, but I still saw only darkness as I assessed my situation. I was naked and sitting upright on a cold hard flat surface; my hands were behind me with my ankles together in front with my knees pressed up into my chest. A little experimentation taught me that my wrist and ankles were both in steel manacles, the wrists held behind me and my ankles in front. After I realized I was gagged and wearing a blindfold I tried to move my head, but the familiar chain collar did not move with my neck like normal having been attached to something above me.

"Did he really try and make a spare set of keys?"

"Yea he even paid for them but got nervous when I asked some innocent questions and ran out."

"Well then I am glad you came by when you did, you can help me punish him."

I blinked fast as the blindfold was lifted without warning and I could see now that I was sitting bound In a small cage in Master Asher's college dorm room that I recognized from the pictures he sent me. Hovering over me like a pair of youthful shirtless twink gods was Harry the Locksmith and Master Asher, and sitting in a chair by a computer desk was a Hispanic looking young man I assumed was Master Asher's roommate. I surprised myself with how calm I was being, despite my impressive physical prowess I had no illusions about being brave or tough and yet for some reason I was not scared. Waking up bound in a cage felt almost natural.

Master Asher looked down at me, "I was planning on acting out one of our kidnap and rape roleplay fantasies for real as a reward for being such a good boy when I ran into Harry outside your place and learned you have been a bad boy." In the gag all I could do was nod my acknowledgement that I was listening before he continued. "So instead of a quick fun fuck back at your place I decided to take you home and teach you a lesson in obedience and servitude."

With the small door opened my manacles and collar were unclipped from the cage allowing me to crawl out and kneel at the feet of the dominant twinks. Unsure of the protocol but knowing they would expect some demonstration of my acceptance of their superiority I awkwardly bent down in the manacles and mimicked kissing there feet by pressing the gag against each of their bare feet in turn.

My throat tightened as Master Asher pulled me up by the collar with surprising strength for his thin frame and slapped me hard across the face once and then twice before dropping me back to the floor. My cheeks stung around the gag straps as he spoke, "Is it true boy? did you try and make copies of the keys before sending them to me?" Too afraid to lie I nodded and looked down in shame.

I felt Harry's tight hard twink body press into my back as he stood behind my manacled body and put me in a headlock. Master Asher looked genuinely angry as he started to punch my hard eight pack abdominals. Being bigger and stronger, even in the manacles I probably could have tossed Harry off my neck but what then? I couldn't run with my ankles shackled and even if I did, where would I go? I was in their dorm on their turf, If I did by some miracle make it to the hallway, I would probably be arrested for running around the college dorm naked.

So instead of fighting back I accepted their control over me and tensed up my abdominals to allow me to absorb the sharp blows. While the midsection punches hurt more than I would have expected I was confident I could absorb the pain for a while before Master Asher suddenly changed targets. When his knee rose up to crash into my balls hanging below the chastity cage my vision went dark with spots and I felt Harry tighten the headlock as my knees buckled.

I had never been in a real fight before and after only a few minutes of being punched, kicked, and choked I was already crying and blubbering in my gag. Contrary to my aching body and bruised torso my cock was loving the abuse and straining to grow to its full length, restrained by the confines of the chastity cage. The boys switched and when Master Asher held me for Harry to hit, I could feel his cock was rock hard in his tight pants, pressing on my naked ass as his sweaty arms snaked across my neck and shoulders holding me still.

Thankfully Harry was less of a boxer then Asher, but unfortunately, he was more devious, putting his focus on my nipples and inner thighs. He would grab my nipples pulling them away from my body before twisting them with a mean but euphoric look on his face as he saw my face contort in pain. His hand would slip between my legs and pinch the sensitive skin working up the inner legs to the taint and then topping it off by grabbing and twisting my already sore balls before repeating the entire process.

Where Master Asher's assault was random and unpredictable, Harry repeated the exact routine repeatedly leaving me to anticipate in fear the final painful steps each cycle. When the two young men felt I had sufficiently paid for my transgression they paused, and I saw a sheen of sweat glistening in the harsh dorm room florescent lights on their shirtless bodies. I was pushed down to the floor between the two dorm beds as Harry stepped onto my chest with one foot, the other standing on my face. "Stay there and watch," He commanded as his foot on my face turned it to watch Master Asher.

As I lay beaten and pinned under Harry, Master Asher approached his roommate whom to my surprise stopped his academic studying and fell to his knees at the Master's feet. Over the last few years all of the news and entertainment programs had programmed me to see young twinkish boys as superior dominants and older or larger jock types as inferior or submissive, so it surprised me to see this tanned Hispanic looking thin boy performing the role of a submissive like me.

"Your in luck today, Julio, punishing my other slave has made me horny and he hasn't earned the reward of my cock, get on my bed boy." Without question or any words other then, "Thank you Master," the roommate named Julio stripped naked and got onto one of the dorm beds on all fours like a dog. I could see he too was caged as he looked down at me with an odd mix of arousal and sympathy in his eyes.

After having his fun stomping me Harry grabbed my hair and pulled me up onto the bed directly across the room. We both knelt on the bed with Harry behind me, he wrapped one arm around my neck as the other started to play with my ass. "I know you want your Master or I to fuck you so hard rite now you little faggot but its not happening, at least not today." As I watched the sweaty Master Asher strip fully naked and mount Julio across the room, Harry pushed his fingers into my ass while tightening the grip on my neck.

After the way he treated me, it was strange to watch Master Asher being so firm but nonviolent with Julio. From the scars on Julio's back and the way he obeyed Master Asher automatically, I could tell that it was not always that way, but he was doing it now to prove a point. Without words he was telling me that this could have been me had I just trusted him. Master Asher's lean emo shaped body slid into Julio making a wet slapping noise the filled the otherwise quiet room.

My attention was pulled back to Harry as he started to roughly slide two dry fingers into me while flexing the bicep of the arm around my neck. Even if I had wanted to fight back with my arms and ankles in the manacles, I was extremely limited in my range of motion. "You're surprised to see a twink submissive, eh?" he asked in a throaty voice as he kept fingering and choking me roughly and keeping my eyes on Master Asher. "It's less common but some choose to abdicate there natural superiority and the state allows it, but know this, he can change his mind in the future if he wants, you cannot, you will always be a pathetic worthless worm whose only purpose is to serve us."

Master Asher took his time pleasuring Julio who was moaning thank you quiet over and over as his caged cock spurted onto the bed spread. Meanwhile on the other bed Harry knew what he was doing controlling me and while my own cock was leaking precum in the cage he never let me have an anal stimulated orgasm. I watched as Master Asher finally arched his back and unleash the gush of twink cum that could have been mine into Julio's ass.

Sore, horny and desperate I was left hogtied face down on the bed as the three twinks all went to the showers together and then out for dinner leaving me alone. It was late into the night before the boys returned and Harry left to go back to his home and business. "This is not how I envisioned our first night together boy, but you deserve this and more for not trusting your Master." Master Asher put me back in the cage and made me spend the night there as both Julio and Master ignored me.

The next three days were the best and worst of my life up to that point. After spending the night gagged my jaw hurt in the morning when it was removed, but Master Asher didn't care as he made me drink down the morning piss of both him and Julio. I never left the small dorm room for all three days being made to clean up after the boys, while I worshipped them and kissed their feet. It was made clear to me that even Julio was my superior and I should treat him like I would any superior twink.

Finally on the second day Master Asher granted me some small satisfaction when he fucked my mouth hole allowing me to drink down his youthful cum. I received several more spankings and beatings, not for being bad but just to remind me of what I am. I was also allowed to clean the bathroom twice with just a small rag and bowl of soapy water as my way of showing thanks to Master Asher. In the times I was alone I was tempted to explore the chastity cage and look if I could find any relief for my horniness, but Master always left my arms cuffed behind me when I was unattended.

After three days I was finally allowed to leave so I could return to my work and home but only with a new warning. "I have thought long and hard boy, despite your one indiscretion you have been a loyal slave, and your body is quite the prize that will make the other twinks jealous of me, I am going to legally claim you as mine." I wanted to ask what he meant but he kicked me out with orders to work hard, stay in peak shape and wait for him to contact me.

Returning to work was awkward after living three days as a full-time slave. It was not the chastity cage or chain collar, I had grown accustomed to them both, no it was the uncomfortable sense of freedom with no one telling me what to do. More then once I almost broke down and messaged Master Asher feeling naked without his commands, but I resisted as he instructed and waited for him to make first contact.

The first surprise came a week later when I got a package from my wife's lawyer. It was signed divorce papers with a cold note from her saying she was not surprised I chose to leave her, and she thanked me for leaving her the house and all the joint assets we had. I called the lawyer to say it was a mistake, but he emailed me paperwork that Master Asher had claimed me under the new Supremacy Laws as his personal property and as such he initiated the divorce no longer needing my consent.

I was still processing this when Master Asher walked into my house with two police officers behind him. The two young officers stood quietly at the door as he approached me. Despite my confusion, I automatically knelt at his feet as he approached. "I was going to include you in the decision boy but after your last lapse in judgment, I decided to surprise you." He paused to clip a leash on my collar and started to walk out expecting me to follow as he continued. "Under the new laws each Twink is allowed to claim any non-twink jock as his property, slave really, property is just a nicer term."

"That conniving Harry was about to make a claim on you when I showed the magistrate our online logs and won you for my own." Looking up at Master Asher and seeing the two cops ready to enforce his will if I resisted, I did the most practical thing and followed him eager to start my new life as his full-time slave. Master Asher had me keep my job as a personal trainer but now any funds I earned went directly to him. The chain collar was replaced by a more visible locked leather one that was becoming more common around town showing people my slave status.

A lot has changed since I met Master Asher, but I am eternally grateful to him for showing me what I really am and allowing me to serve and worship him.

The End

Authors Note: I have had the fantasy of sitting at my keyboard alone when someone comes up behind me and kidnaps me in my mind for a long time and this story gave me a chance to use that scene while telling a wider story of submission and introducing more of Twinkopia. I hope you enjoyed the story and thank you for reading. Positive or constructive comments are appreciated and welcome.