Cold filthy it, unworthy of HIM. Master blessing it with HIS warmth.
Master presses down with his other foot on its head. It gets goosebumps on its bald scalp from the warmth. Then Master pushes its head sideways squeezing its ears between his feet. Pain. Warmth.
"FUCKTOY, ROLL OVER ON YOUR BACK." Master lifts his foot off its head. It struggles to roll over with its hands bound behind it, but with a hard shove by Master's foot on its cock cage, it manages to lie on its back side looking up. Master's face is hidden in a dark shadow but a streak of light highlights his tight abs above the waist of his leather pants.
Master steps back and opens up his fly. "FUCKTOY. YOUR KISSES WERE DRY. OPEN YOUR MOUTH WIDE." It does. Piss hits its forehead, nose and then mostly its mouth. It gulps and coughs. Warm piss. Warms its face. Warms it inside. Piss pummels its right tit then the left then finishes with a stream of piss on its cock cage. It is grateful to Master for the water and warmth.
"FUCKTOY, ROLL OVER ON YOUR STOMACH AND CRAWL INTO THE DUNGEON."
A little refreshed from the warm piss, it rolls over and crawl/squirms its way out into the full light of the dungeon. The light is dimmer than it seemed. It keeps crawling even as Master turns his back to it and walks over to a wall of dungeon toys. As it crawls over a drain in the floor, it strains to look up and see Master's muscular thighs and butt stretching the leather of his pants tight and his naturally powerfully muscled broad bare back.
Speaking with his back to it, "IT'S TIME FOR ME TO BREED YOU INTO FULLY BEING THE FUCKTOY YOU ARE MEANT TO BE."
Master turns back holding a claw hook mouth spreader. For a moment it sees Master's god-like face as he bends down to grab a chain locked to its collar. Pulling up hard, Master forces it up on its knees. Master hooks the chain to another hanging from the ceiling in the right position for him to fuck its face. He looks down at it with contempt and spits in its face. He forces its mouth open and cheeks apart, securing the mouth spreader with straps around its head, then spits into its forced open mouth.
Master unzips and pulls out his expanding cock, slaps its face multiple times till his cock is in its long, thick hard glory. By muscle memory, it welcomes Master's cock into its mouth cunt. It doesn't have muscle memory of dealing with a cock deep down its throat, though. Master's cock forces it to gag over and over. Tears leak from its eyes and run down its cheeks.
Slime gushes out of its mouth when Master lets it breath. Slime flows down its chest and abs, dripping onto its cock cage. Slowly the slime seems to lubricate its throat and it gags less. Its gullet becomes a passive fuck hole. Master fucks it hard, adding precum to the slime.
With his cock well lubed Master pulls out and slaps its face while unhooking its collar chain. He moves around to its back and forces its head down with one hand and rams the middle finger of his other hand into its fuckhole and pulls its ass up. It feels Master's cock slam into its ass cunt. With each thrust as Master plows it hard, it whimpers. Its whimpers become moans then groans. Master continues to fuck it hard and fast. Suddenly it releases out-of-control primal screams. It shakes at the end of each scream. Master keeps fucking it hard and fast.
Its screams die out. It becomes silent, wet eyes staring at nothing. Master cums load after load in its cunt. When he pulls his cock out, streams of cum leaks down its balls.
Master takes off the mouth spreader and commands it, "CRAWL ON YOUR STOMACH BACK TO YOUR CELL, FUCKTOY. Though feeling detached from itself and tired and sore, it squirms back to its cell. When there, Master doesn't lock it down to the floor, he just closes the door. It is barely aware of the change to darkness. It slumps to the filthy floor, adding throat slime and cum and tears to the pissy grit. It does notice that the floor is warm rather than cold. Cozy warm.
It has a vague experience of light and motion, but cannot rouse itself.
The primitive part of its brain smells food. It squirms around on the filthy floor to try to find it in the dark. There is wet dog food spread on the floor. Hands bound behind its back, it has to hold its head up to eat and lick the dog food off the floor. Its neck gets tired and it rests its face in dog food smears. Its ass cramps and soupy, cummy shit leaks out.
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Master opens the door, "FUCKTOY, ROLL IN YOUR PUTRID MESS," then hacks up a loogie and spits on it. It rolls in the foul scum. It does not question Master. This is what it is meant to be -- nothing more than a filthy, filthy fucktoy.
"CRAWL OUT TO THE DUNGEON ON YOUR STOMACH."
It does as master orders, coated with piss, throat slime, cum, dog food and shit. Master hooks its collar chain to ceiling and shoves in the hook mouth spreader. He rapes its mouth cunt but this time as Master is face fucking it, he reaches over and shoves a nozzle up its ass. Its guts fill with a cold liquid. Its guts knot up. It moans in pain. The moaning weakens as Master's cock continues to assault its mouth cunt.
Master commands, "DON'T LET IT OUT TILL I TELL YOU!" Then pulls the nozzle out. It holds its asshole as tight as it can. It is overwhelmed with the urge to let go but shakes with the effort not to.
"LET IT GO!" It gives a grateful "guh" around Master's cock as watery shit shoots out of its asshole, finally dying out with a couple of small spurts. Master continues to rape its mouth cunt as he pushes the nozzle back in. Again, cold liquid fills its guts. It blurs into multiple repetitions.
Master pulls his cock out of its slobbery mouth cunt and unlocks the collar chain from the ceiling. It sags down, its face a mess of throat slime and dog food. Master pulls on its collar chain, leading it away from the puddle of its ass juice that didn't make it to the drain.
Master spins it around, takes a white towel and wipes its asshole clean, drapes the towel dirty side down over its head then fucks its ass cunt hard and fast and long. It doesn't moan or whimper. It smells its filth. It sees dirty white. Master cums in it. This is when it feels good -- that Master is giving such an undeserving filthy fucktoy his cum.
"SQUIRM BACK TO THE CELL THROUGH THE MESS YOU LEFT." He takes off the mouth spreader but leaves its shackles locked together behind its back then pisses on it as it squirms back to its cell through the filth that came from inside it.
It has no idea how many times Master does his ritual rapings with it. It feels fulfilled when Master fucks it. That is what matters. Cock and cum in its cunts.
A time comes when Master doesn't have it go back to the cell. Instead, he blasts it with clean water, rinsing away the caked-on slime and dirt. Master puts it into a large dog cage with a blanket at the bottom, but even after a rinsing, it feels the filth has worked its way in so deep that it will never be clean. It can't undo what is done and what has been done is what it is -- nothing more than a filthy fuckhole for real men to dump their cum.
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Part 2: Notes For An Article On How A Master Breaks His subs.
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Sir gave me this notebook to write notes for my article on breaking subs. He is letting me interview him and helping me understand what motivates a sub into becoming broken.
I know I get excited when I anticipate getting high on coke, but I don't doubt that this will become a sensational article that people will talk about a lot. I deserve the recognition of my writing talent and this article will do that. My sister can fuck off. I'm not a failure that wasted my inheritance of a couple of hundred thousand dollars (our last relative, our mother, left an equal amount for each of us). She kept blah blah blahing about investments before she cut me off, but I felt I deserved to have a good time with the money while trying my hand at freelance journalism. I had a lot of good ideas for articles that would sell, but as soon as I started one, another idea would sound better. When the money began to run out, my friends hung around less. I need to make myself successful to show my sister and them.
How I came to Sir:
My partying often took me to clubs where kinks were freely expressed. I was especially interested in the bondage kink. What attracted a sub to submit to being bound and at the mercy of a dom? What did it feel like? After a big coke snorting session, it occurred to me that this could be the basis for an article I could write that would be talked about by a lot of people. It would show I'm not the loser my sister says I am. After chatting up some bondage loving subs at a club, I realized that the most sensational article would be about a master totally breaking a sub.
I did some light bondage scenes as a sub to get entrance into the environment. It was strange how a public aware part of me resisted being tied up but there was also a kind of "comfort" from the feel of the ropes holding me. It gave me a glimpse of why subs might be attracted to stronger bondage scenes. I put the word out that I would like to connect with a dom that had broken subs to anonymously collaborate on an article.
A person I knew to be a sub in some hard-core bondage scenes approached me with a phone, telling me to privately watch a video and then give the phone back. Intrigued, I went to a bathroom stall and tapped the video on. There was a good-looking young guy wearing a simple white t-shirt and denim shorts sitting on a chair. He looked a bit wound up but sure about what he was saying into the camera. He said he agreed to be broken by Master, showing a contract he had signed. Master had agreed to not cause any great pain or permanent physical harm. The young guy shared that he felt like this would lead to a rebirth for him. He ended with an apprehensive but excited smile.
Then it flipped to another video. The young guy was in this video, too, but was kneeling bowed down in front of a large man whose face was blurred. The young guy was completely naked and in shackles and chains but looked lean and healthy. The man reached down and unlocked all of the chains and shackles and let them drop in front of the young guy. The man told the young guy that it was free to leave and pointed toward a door. The camera panned to the door where you could see that it was open to a stairway that led to another open door to outside. The camera panned back. The young guy scooped up the shackles and chains and held them up clearly wanting the man to put them back on. The man did. The naked shackled young guy then crawled through a different door into a small dark room. The video ended there and self-erased.
I was amazed. I found the sub that gave me the phone and I gave it back. He said that if I wanted to get deep into what breaking a sub is about that I would have to exactly follow the instructions in the folder he extended toward me. I hesitated, but this really felt like my chance to hit it big and I desperately needed to hit it big. What did the man do to that young guy?
At my apartment (soon to be kicked out unless I can sell this article for some good money) I looked in the folder. There was a sheet with these points that I am paraphrasing:
1. I am to always refer to him as Sir until told otherwise.
2. I will stay in his place until I have all the information I feel I need. A car will pick me up and drop me off at his place. I am to bring only myself wearing a white t-shirt and denim shorts. He knows I like cocaine and will provide me with it - I can't bring any with me. Nothing but wearing those clothes. I can leave any time I want but once I go out his door I cannot come back. He will arrange a ride back to my apartment.
3. Once at his place I am to take off my clothes and fold them, leaving them on a shelf in the entryway at the top of the stairway. I am to stay completely naked all the time I am in his house. I will stay in a comfortable room near Master's chamber and with clear access to my clothes and the door out to leave if I choose to. I can stay as long as I feel it will take to get what I need for the article. He will provide a notebook and pen for notes.
4. He will summon me to his chamber when he chooses to have an audience with me. I am to not bring the notebook, but do notes later in my room. If I convince him that I am genuine enough in my desire to understand what led to the behavior of the young guy in the video, then he will disclose his secrets to me as I continue to prove myself to him.
There was a phone number to call to let him know if I was willing to follow his conditions.
I snorted some of the last of my coke and thought about it. It was so strange but it kind of turned me on. Free coke and access to secrets that would sell my article with a notoriety that I need and if it didn't work out, I could just walk away. What did I have to lose?
I called the number. I followed all of the directions and here I am writing in this notebook that Sir left for me in my room -- leaving a note clipped to the first page asking me to write a brief bit about what led me here. I haven't seen Sir yet. His note said he will call for me to meet him in his chamber when he is ready. That he will give me some coke when I come to his chamber. I am beginning to feel the need to get high. I hope he calls me in soon.
I feel vulnerable being naked in a strange place, but the room is actually plush with materials that feel good on my bare skin and there is a toilet and sink tucked behind a glass brick wall so that's good.
I checked the hallway outside my room. To my left it led to the stairway. To the right was a door that had a number-pad lock. Just across the hall was a door that led to Sir's chamber. I didn't test if it was locked. I went up the stairway to where I originally entered the house and nothing stopped me. My clothes were still folded as I had left them. I turned the knob and pulled open the door to the outside. Nothing happened. I closed the door and came back to my room and am waiting.
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I met with Sir. There was an intercom next to the door through which he told me he was ready to see me, but that it is very important that I had to act out the rituals he expects of his subs so that I can more fully understand their mindset to provide the depth my article needs to be great. For that reason, he said I need to crawl across the hallway and into his chamber, then kneel in front of him with my hands resting palms up on my thighs.
It made me feel weird to imagine doing that but due to the urge to get some coke and in the spirit he suggested that it would help me better understand what his subs go through, I did as he said. When I crawled into his chamber, I felt very sheepish and kept my head down where it felt like he couldn't see my face. Calling me, "piggie", he firmly told me to look at him. That hit hard because I am self-conscious of being a little overweight. Feeling shame, I looked at him meaning to... I don't know... tell him to fuck off... or something.
But when I looked up, I saw him sitting on a grand velvet cushioned chair, his bare feet crossed, casually stretched out in the direction of my face, resting on a pillow. He was wearing only black leather pants and has a muscular bare chest and arms. He is stunning. Ruggedly handsome with a naturally large frame and muscles. But mostly it is his presence -- the sensual confidence of his bearing. Like he has no doubt of his superiority and takes it for granted. Before I could speak, he told me to kneel in front of him as I had been directed. I don't know why but I just did as he said and looked up at him anxious about what was next. I reminded myself I could always leave so this must never-the-less be his way of still trying to give me an experience like subs he has mastered to help me write the article with an intimate perspective on what it means to be his sub.
