A Year Gone By...

Don't get me wrong: I do believe in love at first sight. I just don't believe it needs to be mutual. Take for example my boy Matthew. We first met (well, I noticed him, I doubt he was paying attention to me) a year ago in the local museum, where he was working on some sort of art project with his school mates. I observed him as he was drawing some of the exhibitions and chatting and laughing with a girl who was presumably his girlfriend. They looked so lovely together, so carefree. And I knew then, deep inside, that I needed to take this sweet innocent teen and show him my love, whether he liked it or not!

Oh how much difference does a year make, I mused as I sat up in bed, the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains and illuminating the gently snoring boy that lay on my bed. He was still in the restraints from last night, his wrists and neck shackled together, his legs hobbled with chain and a large fat butt plug sealing his ass to keep the copious amounts of cum inside. It had been a challenging night for little Matt, as many of my friends had attended his ''Enslavement Day'' party. But my cute straight bitch had swallowed their cum like a champ and moaned like the little slut he was as every guest had shot their load up his ass.

I ran my hands through his thick mop of hair, which eventually woke my boy up.

'Good morning Master.' he said meekly, raising his eyes up to look at me.

'Good morning, slave.' I replied, stroking the side of the boy's head. 'Did you have a good sleep?'

'Yes Master. Thank you Master, for allowing me to sleep in your bed instead of in the cage. It means a lot to me.'

'You deserved it.' I said with a smile, wiping some cum stains off his face, as I carefully flipped him onto his back. 'You were such a good boy last night. Did you enjoy yourself?' Matt stayed quiet for a moment and I saw in the straight boy's eyes the psychological conflict of that question.

'It... it doesn't matter if I enjoyed it or not, Master.' He finally muttered. 'It is not the place of a straight slave like me to enjoy myself, Master. What matters is that you and your friends enjoyed last night, Master.'

'Well, we certainly did. And you have come so far, as my straight cum dump. Your training was hard and tough, but it needed to be. You were so unwilling to accept your new role in life, even a few months ago. Do you remember, in the beginning, you were choking and struggling so much to take my cock down your throat. And now, you swallow even my friends' larger dicks without any complaint. I'm proud of you, slave.'

'Thank...thank you Master.' the boy whispered and the soft smile on his lips and the slight blushing on his cheeks after my compliment made him even cuter than he normally was.

'Do you want to go home?'

'M-M-Master?'

'You have been with me for a year now. You haven't seen your parents, your brother, your girlfriend or your friends since I took you. Do you want to go back to your old live?' Even more than before, I saw the mental anguish my question had unleashed. I knew the answer a normal straight boy in his position would give, but after the year my cute slave had endured...

'N-no Master. I don't...don't want to go back.'

'Why not?' I asked, playing with the boy's dick, and feeling it strain against its metal cage. 'You'd be free, free to do whatever you want. Free to shoot your load whenever you want. I mean, you haven't had an orgasm since I kidnapped you and locked away your cock. Don't you want that?'

'Y-yes Master, I do want that. B-but I don't need that. You showed me what my duties are, Master. A straight slut like me needs to serve real men like you. You showed me what I really am. Training was tough but I needed to be punished for never offering myself to a real man, such as yourself, Master. And...and...' The boy was now tearing up as he blurred out the answers he was trained to give, even though he would never actually believe them. 'And... cum is not for slaves like me. Only real men can cum.'

'What do you say then?'

'Thank...thank you for locking up my cock, Master. For keeping me safe and secure in my bonds. For... for taking me from a life that wasn't mine to live and to allow my family and friends to enjoy theirs without a pathetic fuck bitch like me to get in their way.'

'You are absolutely right, boy.' I said, letting go of his cock and I wiped away the tears that had rolled down his cheeks. 'To be honest, I think it is for the best that you stay here as my slave. After all, last time I saw your girlfriend again, she was on the arm of someone else. Seems like the world has moved on after your disappearance, boy. I doubt you would fit back in.' I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the inflatable gag, locking it into the boy's mouth and squeezing the bulb until his jaws were wide apart and his sobbing was reduced to soft moans. I got up and picked up a cane that hung from a hook on the door.

'Now slave, time for your daily caning. After all, we can't have you forget your place as a inferior straight bitch, can we?' Little Matt shook his head and whimpered something, though the first strike transformed it into a muffled scream. I smiled, knowing that the next year owning him would be even better than the first.