True Submission: Chapter 2

All characters and events are entirely fictitious any relation to anyone living or dead or events is entirely coincidental.

Jake sat in the confines of his cage for a while trying to search for anything in his surroundings. The most prominent thing in the room was a length of black rope that dropped from the ceiling just in front of his cage door. He heard the doorway behind him open and the sound of thick rubber soled boots heading towards him, Jake turned to see the stern man who he met earlier however he had now changed into a get up that showed his growing beer belly through the open leather waistcoat and the large leather boots added a few inches to his height making him look more domineering on his approach.

The man walked to the cage door opening it slowly “Hands out slave!” Jake responded to the order by pushing his hands through the opening nervous as to what would happen. The man took the rope and began making a series of intricate loops around Jakes hands and arms, binding them meaning any attempt at escape would be impossible. Once all the knots were finished the rope was pulled hard forcing Jake onto the cold barely padded floor, he lay in a heap knowing that to move without permission wasn’t a good idea. The man took the cage away leaving it by the wall and took a winch in his hands, slowly he cranked, Jake realised what was about to happen as his arms made their way up, eventually this forced him to stand but didn’t stop there once Jakes entire body was off the ground he came to rest. He swung gently from the supporting rope, his lithe body fully on display to anyone who was watching, his cock grew hard as he thought of all the Masters that could be enjoying the view.

“Now isn’t that a lot better boy?” The man’s voice was filled with ridicule, “Uhh… yes?” Jake’s response earned him an immediate hard spank to his left buttock. “Yes what pig?”, “Sir! Yes, Sir! Sorry Sir!” Jake had never referred to anyone as his superior like that before, but his viewings online taught him the correct language he needed to adopt. “Much better, from now on you will only speak when spoken to and if addressing a Master you will add Sir to the end of your statement. Is that understood Slave?”.

“Yes Sir” Jake agreed, his erect dick twitched at the revelation of his new life.

“As you’re aware you are our property for a week, over the next seven days we will push all your buttons, explore and plug every hole, humiliate, degrade and push you to your breaking point. If you survive and meet our standards we will then offer you a permanent position. Each day you will experience a different discipline of the service… Today is bondage. I am Master Richard, I often lead workshops to other aspiring Masters and I like boys who can take a lot of restraining” As he spoke Richard gently caressed Jakes body, making smooth motions down his face, through his hair, exploring the ridges of his chest and stomach and stopping just short of the protruding cock. “I will take you through a variety of different positions some much more painful than others. If you manage to withstand the rest of the day you will earn your first pass mark.”

Richard began walking around the room taking tools and equipment from tables just beyond Jake’s sight, he returned with a large silver ball on a curved rod. “Don’t fight this boy”, Richard went behind him and rubbed his fingers around Jakes hole, he heard Richard spit and warm liquid surrounded his hole which was then forced open by Richard’s finger “Mmm nice and tight, but not for long” Richard placed the head of the ball against Jakes quivering hole and pushed slowly, placing his other hand on Jake’s chest to stabilise him and work the ball all the way in. A few strong pushes the ball popped into Jakes ass and was sucked up slightly, Jake let out a moan of relief as the ball nudged his prostate slightly. “That’s a hungry ass you have their slave, lets test it’s limit”. The rod was then attached to another rope from the ceiling and pulled taut so a lot of Jakes weight went onto it, it stretched Jake’s hole open made him slightly uncomfortable. To relieve some of the pressure Jake pulled up on his arms which gave his ass a slight relief. “I see you figured out this one, pull up on your arms and give you ass some relief but eventually those arms will get tired and you’ll have to stretch your hole, enjoy the next hour or so boy”, with that Richard walked out of the room leaving Jake alone suspended and already struggling to hold his weight.

Time felt like forever in the dark space. Jake was solely focused on trying to hold himself up but more increasingly he had to relax and let the hook sink into his ass. His hole was getting pulled apart roughly but this did not deter his erection from remaining, some small leaking precum travelling down his shaft. He began to wonder if he was going to be left there forever always on show as a piece of meat for men to get off to, he had no idea if he was being watched right now soon realising that all of his weight would have to go onto the hook to give him a break. After holding out as long as he could with his body shaking and covered in sweat Jake let himself go limp, the hook pulled roughly and gaped his hole. He wished he could have lasted till his Master returned but guessed that Richard would return when he had submitted. It didn’t take long for Jake to get used to the hook, and with the ball pushing around his insides in meant his cock stayed as hard as ever still dripping precum with a small pool forming below him as it dripped from his tight hairless balls.

Seconds slowly ached past for Jake eventually becoming numb to the restraints upon his body, slipping into a trance state eagerly awaiting his Master’s return. Richard entered the room as Jake was almost falling asleep, giving him a light slap on the arse and inspecting Jake’s large gaping hole Richard was impressed with the commitment Jake had. “Wakey wakey slave. Did you enjoy my first test?” Jake snapped to attention becoming aware of his surroundings “Yes Sir, Thank your Sir”. Richard loosened some of the supporting lines so that he could add new restraints and hang Jake without him touching the ground. He added thick cuffs to Jake’s arms and legs which had shackles along them. Richard efficiently took Jakes feet, clipped them together and then attached them to the rope which held the hook, the hook clattered to the floor falling into the pool of Jake’s precum. Richard raised Jakes legs until he was inverted then released his arms, undoing the ropes binding his wrists and allowing blood to flow into them. Jake felt unsteady at the weird new perspective, his stomach getting tight having to fight gravity to keep his food down, he soon found his head starting to pound as the blood ran down from his legs. Richard took Jake’s hands and locked them behind his back so as to keep him from fighting.

Richard set Jake so that his head was perfectly at cock height, Jake assumed it was just a happy accident to be at the right height to suck his Master’s dick. Richard walked over unzipped his fly and flopped out a lengthy semi hard cock, he placed it in front of Jake and without question Jake began sucking. Although in discomfort from the inversion Jake knew that sucking his Master’s cock would make him happy, he felt the erection grow in his mouth the head of his cock becoming firm as Jake ran his tongue around the shaft. Jake’s cock poked out towards Richard, but he knew better than to reward an eager slave like this on day one. As Richard came to a full erection he stepped back away from Jake’s beckoning lips, strands of spit hung in the air and drooled into his hair. Richard began setting up a machine behind Jake, proudly showing his erection and getting within touching distance to keep Jake focused, he ended up shoving a rubber tube into Jake’s ass still loose from the earlier torment. Jake felt the tube push in several inches before stopping, “This next part will feel weird, but something tells me you’ll be alright”.

Jake felt the tube judder and suddenly a cold sensation was growing within him, Richard had turned on a large pump that was squirting cool milk into Jake’s colon. Jake felt the pressure grow and move around his abdomen, at the same time Richard stepped in front of him presenting him with his still hard cock. Although his stomach was beginning to cramp, he took the cock into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could, remembering to use his tongue on the balls when possible. Several minutes passed, Jake’s stomach had grown outwards by a few inches and his face was covered in spit from the messy blowjob he had given his master. Before he allowed himself to cum Richard pulled out of Jake’s mouth once again moving round and pulled the still squirting tube from Jake’s ass and replacing it was a small black rubber butt plug. “Don’t want any leakages from you boy.” Richard was amused at the internal struggle Jake was going through, he watched as Jake’s abs tensed and moved as the liquids travelled through his body. He returned the machine to the wall and grabbed a thin metal rod, applying some lube he strode towards the helpless slave and grabbed his cock, being careful not to give too much pleasure he lined the rod up with Jake’s piss slit causing him to squirm even more. Slowly Richard forced the rod down the inside of Jake’s shaft, his 7-inch cock still leaking precum which helped keep the sound wet. Jake let out a grunt of pain as the rod came to its full depth but didn’t dare ask for it to be removed.

As Jake got used to the rod being inside him Richard began to pull it in and out, slowly widening Jake’s slit and fucking his cock. The slave was overwhelmed by the amount of different feelings it was dealing with, in the end his body was instinctively reacting to the pain and cramps that were being inflicted on it. After thirty long minutes of torment the sound was removed, Jake’s cock deflated slightly after so much abuse. Richard began the process of rotating Jake into a new position, making him lying face towards the floor with his shoulders and hips being the main anchor points Jake was lying flat and allowing the blood to travel back to all his extremities. “Is the slave feeling hungry yet?”

“Yes sir” having had a small breakfast and spending hours in this torture chamber Jake’s stomach although cramping due to the milk was begging to be filled.

“Good hopefully you’ll be able to keep this down” Richard wheeled in a large, heaped plate of what looked like mashed potato mixed with something. The trolley sat just below Jake’s mouth, but Richard didn’t offer food he began fitting a parachute to Jake’s hanging testicles, once secure he attached a rope and secured them tightly to the floor making sure they were being pulled just enough to not cause a lot of pain. “Here’s the deal slave, for every bite of food you want you’re going to have to swing your body to get it. The harder you swing the more you can reach, but that parachute is keeping your balls nice and tight so be prepared to stretch them out if you want a full meal. Oh and one more thing” Richard pointed his rock hard cock at the plate and with perfect timing spurted a hot load of cum all over the food, he walked out laughing happily to himself.

Jake was not deterred by his Master’s cum, if anything it would be more flavour. He tried a few small swings to see if he could reach anything but knew it wouldn’t be enough. Jake stopped and waited a while hoping they might think he’d given up and come push the trolley a bit closer, but there was no such luck. As time went on he grew more hungry and faced the need to eat. He started to work up a large swing his balls aching slightly, with one big motion he pushed forward and got a large mouthful of food however his balls screamed with pain from the force, nearly making him drop the food from his mouth. Chewing slightly as the mush filled his mouth, tasting very bland other than the saltiness of cum his Master given him. Once the first mouthful was swallowed Jake began working on a second, after a lot of heavy grunting and intense pain on his balls Jake managed to slowly feed himself. He had eaten half the plate and his balls were stretched almost as long as his swinging erection, the pain never subsided but he began to enjoy pulling hard on his balls as it meant food.

It took several hours to clean the plate; Jake’s face was covered in a good helping of the sloppy food, his balls ached from the extended period of time they had been stretched and his entire stomach was churning from the food and milk in his system. Yet Jake was content with the spectacle he had given his Masters.

The rest of the evening was quite a blur, without speaking Richard entered, dropped Jake into his pool of precum then sealed him in his cage again. He was moved into a room with the other slaves where all the cages were lined up, there was fake grass on the floor and a picturesque view of the London skyline. His cage door was unlocked and the handlers left the room, a large sign hung on the wall with bold red font:

SLAVES TO REMAIN ON THEIR HANDS AND KNEES AT ALL TIMES SLAVES TO DO THEIR ‘BUSINESS’ ON THE GRASS SLAVES TO BE IN THEIR CAGE AT LIGHTS OUT

Jake almost leapt out of his cage to relieve himself, quickly crawling to the centre of the room pushing out his plug and letting loose a river of brown liquid. Grunting and arching his back he kept pushing out more creating a river of scat on the grass. The other slaves looked over to see Jake’s tense figure erupting in the middle of the room, seemingly in pain and pleasure as his body forced out litres of dirty milk.

Once empty Jake took in the views of the other slaves, all had different markings of their experiences. The black-haired boy had large red welts all over his back, the ginger had a long black rubber tail in poking out of his ass and the blonde boy had something brown over his face and lips. These were all signs that Jake had a tough week ahead of him.