The Room

**Disclaimer** This is a gay authoritarian story. I already have 8 chapters completed. If you all like I can continue to post the additional chapters. There is sex between men, bondage, water sports, cbt, and bdsm elements. After this first chapter there is more story than sex, so be prepared.

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Summary: A young professional meets the man of his dreams but isn't prepared for how the man will change his life around completely. His deepest and darkest desires are discovered on this journey.

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Humans, for the most part, are very strong creatures. They adapt to surroundings maybe not always as easy as they could, but in the long run, if given enough time, it will happen.

For me, it was hard to remember a time before now. A time before I lived in this room. A time before Him.

The room was nothing special. It was rather large, with one window that I could look out whenever I felt like doing so. There was a bathroom attached, very small, with just a shower stall and toilet and sink. There was a bed, of course, but I was not allowed upon it. I had my own bed, in the far corner. A soft cushion, a little blanket. It had been my bed for so long I couldn't imagine sleeping anywhere else.

At one time, I had been a young, up and coming accountant for a very large, prominent law firm. I was good at my work, people liked me, I had a nice apartment, and nice things. But that was a very long time ago. Now I had this room and Him. And that was all I needed.

I'm a good-looking guy. Around six feet tall with dark hair and dark eyes, a nice build with thick hair on my chest and stomach and an uncut seven-inch cock. I never had clothes any more, and spent all my time naked. I couldn't imagine having to wear clothes now, they feel weird to me, after being naked for so long.

I heard the door creak open then, while I was sitting here thinking about a whole lot of nothing. Quickly I dropped to all fours and crawled over to the middle of the room, anxious to see Him today.

When the man came inside the room, I turned around and pressed my face to the floor, my ass in the air and my strong thighs spread wide for him, letting him see that puckered hole he owned. I held my breath, waiting anxiously for his touch, to feel his large hands upon my body. But I was disappointed when he moved past me, to the chair that sat at the small table in the room.

Quickly I crawled after him, and when he was seated I lowered my head, my tongue darting out to lick over the black leather of his shoes, cleaning any spec of dirt away that I could find. I whimpered softly, so happy he was here, so happy to be servicing him.

A few minutes passed while I continued to lick those leather shoes clean, until I felt his hand, finally, touching the back of my dark head. His fingers curled, gripped my hair, and suddenly yanked my head up, shoving my face into his crotch, between spread thighs. I groaned, suddenly smothered in his scent, and quickly locked my fingers together behind my back, just the way he liked.

"I have had a rough day pet. Get up and bend over this table now."

Quickly I pushed up to my feet as he let go of my head, and turned to bend over the table. Reaching forward I grasped the other side of it, stretching myself out the way he liked. I spread my legs wide until I was on my toes.

It did not take long until I heard him standing, removing his belt, undoing his pants. His cock rubbed against my puckered, aching hole, and I moaned loudly, wanting him badly. His cock slapped against my ass a few times, I could feel his pre-cum smearing against my flesh. And then he backed away.

I felt the first sting of that leather belt across my ass a second after I heard it whip through the air. And then the beating began in earnest. Blow after blow I received, feeling the welts forming, how hot they burned me. Soon I was squirming, struggling to stay still, trying not to let go of the table. And my cock was so hard, throbbing, dripping that pre. I longed to make him happy, to be whipped with his belt until he was satisfied.

Twenty, maybe thirty blows later it finally stopped, and I was crying, tears streaked my cheeks from the burn. I felt his hands then, rubbing my burning cheeks, squeezing them. He tugged them wide apart and squeezed them harder.

"Mmm.. I am starting to feel better already pet. You dirty little fuck. Look how hard you are, you like it when I beat you. "

I wasn't going to argue, I moaned eagerly, pushing my throbbing ass back into his hands. "Yes Master." I purred to him.

I felt his hand then, in my hair again, yanking my head back hard while his other hand slapped down upon my already tender flesh. "Did you think about my cock all day whore like you are supposed to? Did you picture it all day? Think about how badly you need it? You do need it, don't you whore? You need this cock, don't you? Tell me how much you need it..."

And I was moaning louder, aching so badly for him. "Yes Master, yes please, I need your cock inside me, I want you to fuck me badly, fuck me so hard and let me drink your cum, I need it, I'm so hungry Master, I'm so hungry for you cum, I've been waiting all day for it!" I cried the words out to him, sounding so desperate, so needy.

He laughed behind me and smacked my ass again, hard. "I bet you are starving." And with that he shoved me down to the floor and quickly, still holding my head by my hair, yanked it back. He smacked my face with his cock several times while I opened my mouth wide, moaning anxiously, waiting. I did not have to wait long, before my Master fed his cock down my throat in one hard thrust. Soon he was fucking my face with quick hard thrusts, and my eyes were wide, staring up at him, gagging, choking on that thick eight-inch piece of meat that was invading my throat. I kept my hands once again locked behind my back the way he liked, while he gave me a face fucking like I dreamed about every night in this room.

My own cock was aching so badly, I wanted to touch it, to cum, to jerk off but I dared not move my hands, I heard learned my lesson the hard way. No, I was a well-trained little pet now, and I did what my Master wanted me to do.

With a few loud grunts of pleasure, I felt him pull out seconds before he filled my mouth with his delicious seed, and I struggled to swallow it all. Some of it ran down my chin, and he pulled back, stroking the last few spurts out over my face. I felt it land in my hair, on my cheek, across my forehead and mouth. I was moaning with pleasure as my Master gifted me with his seed. "Thank you, thank you Master! Oh, thank you!" So happy to have received it today, I licked my lips, licked at the head of his cock, eager to please him.

My Master was smiling down at him, stroking my cheek and he smeared his cum over my face, across my lips. I licked at his finger eagerly, sucked on it lightly until he pulled it away. And replaced his finger with the head of his cock on my tongue. I sucked like a baby would a bottle, loving on that cock as if my life depended upon it. After a moment he pulled back, and smacked me across the face hard enough to leave his hand print. "Get on your hands and knees slut, we are just getting started."