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“Fuck!” I declared loudly to the empty land around me. This whole trip had been a nightmare from start to finish, and now I was finally heading back to the city, this had to happen. I popped the bonnet and looked at the engine with the forlorn hope of someone who knew nothing about mechanics. The last town had been a good three hours back, and according to my map, the next outpost of civilization was at least a hundred kilometres ahead.

“Fuck!” I shouted again, and kicked the driver’s side front tyre, hard. It didn’t fix anything, but it made me feel a little better. I reached for my mobile phone, but I knew before I even looked at it that there would be no signal out here. Why had I agreed to do this godforsaken run through the deserted plains of far western New South Wales? The few pitiful sales I had managed would hardly cover the cost of the trip and I was going to have hell to pay when I got back. I conveniently forgot that I had volunteered to take this trip, seeing it as a chance to get out of the city for a couple of weeks. I looked back along the dirt road I had travelled, then forward where it stretched before me, straight as an arrow between low hills. Nothing. Empty. I hadn’t passed another vehicle in either direction all day. “Fuck!”

In desperation, I looked about me. I don’t know what I thought I was going to find, but there was nothing there. It dawned on me that I was probably in a serious situation. It was hot and getting hotter, and I had no shade and very little food or drink. Resolving to do something other than just sitting and waiting, I locked my work bags and paperwork in the boot of the car, grabbed the three-quarter full bottle of mineral water from the front seat, and started walking toward the hills I could see about 5 km further ahead on the road. I was reasonably fit, and okay to walk for the moment. After all, I worked out three times a week in the gym at home, I was young and healthy, and surely someone would come along eventually.

The hills I had spotted turned out to be closer to 10 km away, and by the time I reached them I was covered in sweat, my clothes dirty from the dust of the road, and most of the water I had brought with me was gone. On top of that, my very expensive dress shoes were rubbing against my ankles and starting to develop noticeable soft spots on the sole. The hills offered no sign of hope or assistance, and as I reached the top, all I could see in front of me was the long straight road, stretching kilometres to the horizon with not a sign of movement anywhere. Resigned, I started downhill, but before I had gone 100 metres my heart jumped. Off to the left a set of wheel ruts headed across country, disappearing over the side of a rise. It was hardly civilization, but to me eyes those marks meant salvation. Hopefully a farmhouse or cabin not too far away. I set off along the trail with renewed determination and energy.

That determination faded as I trudged along the dirt path of the tyre tracks. I was tired, thirsty. My feet were killing me, my fancy shoes almost disintegrating under me. I had lost track of how far I had gone, but had been walking for hours in the searing heat, taking a break every now and then under the occasional tree that grew not too far from the path before setting out again. I began to wonder if the tracks led anywhere at all, and my mind drifted back to the hassles of work. All the problems I had with my job didn’t seem so bad now, when I seriously started to wonder if I was going to die out here, my body rotting away until someone found the bare bones in months or even years to come.

As I stumbled along, my head down and lost in morbid thoughts, I didn’t realise that the path I was following was climbing toward a low ridge. As I reached the top and began back down the other side, I tripped on the uneven ground and fell to my knees. Covered in dirt and sweat, exhausted from my trek through the fierce heat of the day, I began to sob in despair and hopelessness. I wanted to just lay down and die there in the heat and the dirt. Forcing myself up onto my hands and knees, I lifted my head, and saw paradise. At least that was how it seemed. Below me was a small valley between the surrounding hills. A gentle stream flowed quietly along the valley floor, and on a flat piece of land not far from the water sat a small stone cottage, surrounded by a well-tilled garden of vegetables and fruit trees.

Picking myself up I ran to the house, surprised to find as I neared it that it was bigger than I had thought at first. I reached the place, scrambled up the steps to the only door and crashed my fist against the wood, calling out as I did “Hello, help me please.”

The door swung open to reveal a mountain of a man. I had to look up to his face as he towered over me, dark and hairy, his eyes intense as he looked at me with suspicion. “What do you want?” he demanded.

“My car’s broken down. I need a phone, to call for help, I’ve been walking for hours in the heat, I thought I was going to die.” I babbled out at him.

“No phone here. Clear off. Leave me alone. Don’t want no-one hangin’ around.” He began to close the door.

“Please,” I begged, “I need help. I can’t get back to my car by myself. I don’t have any food or water. Please, don’t just leave me.” I started to get desperate, sure I would die without assistance. He opened the door again, and stepped out, making me backtrack. As I did I stumbled on the step, and fell backward to lie on the ground, looking up at him, panic in my eyes. He stood there above me, his eyes assessing me, sizing me up almost.

“Serves you right for coming out of the city without proper supplies. Typical fuckin’ useless city poofter. Should just leave you.” He spat the words out, regarding me with undisguised contempt.

“Please …” I whined up at him.

“Why? What’s in it for me?”

“Anything you want,” I gasped. “I’ll do anything, please just help me!”

He looked again at that comment, an evil smile crossing his face. “Anything? That’s a pretty generous offer, and very brave when you don’t know what I might ask, pussy boy!” Something in his voice made me look up into his eyes. They glinted with hidden thoughts, and I began to wonder what he had in mind. In other circumstances, I would have found a hulking beast like this attractive, but here and now I wasn’t so sure. His hand slid down his chest, across his stomach to come to rest at his groin, where he plainly and brazenly gripped his obviously sizeable cock.

“You want my help? You’re gonna have to earn it, boy. I could use some entertainment, some fun. Haven’t had any ‘company’ for a long while out here. Three days, as my slave, and I’ll get you safely back to town.”

I looked up at him again, and thought about my options. I could try to walk back to the road, but who knew how far that was, and I was in no state to walk very far at all. The track I had been following stopped here, so there was no chance of anyone passing by. But if I agreed, it meant three days here, and I could only guess at what he had in mind, although the general idea was fairly obvious. I looked at him again, seeing him in a different light. He was tall and thick, muscled and fit. I thought about being his slave, submitting to his whims and probably being fucked and used for his sexual pleasure. Suddenly, the idea was not so bad after all.

“What’ll it be, pussy?” he mocked. “My slave, or get going. Take it or leave it. You might even like it!” With that he laughed.

“Okay,” I said, “I’m yours for three days. What’s your name?”

“No names, boy. If I talk, then I’m talking to you. And you will call me ‘Sir’. Now get those useless fancy clothes off, and take yourself down to the creek and wash.” He gestured toward the water close by the cottage, then abruptly turned on his heel and went inside, leaving me alone.

I looked around, feeling self-conscious, then realised there was no point: there was no one for kilometres in any direction. I stripped naked, placing my clothing in a pile on the verandah, and padded gingerly toward the stream. The water was clear and cool, but not too cold, and wonderfully refreshing after the dust and heat of the day, and I was soon fully immersed, rubbing myself down and washing away the dust. I relaxed in the freshness, enjoying myself, until I heard his voice booming out from the cabin, only about a hundred metres away. “Enough! Get up here, now!”

Quickly I climbed up the bank, and trotted back to the house, still dripping wet and trying to shake off the excess moisture. He came out to meet me, a towel in his hand. Without a word, he rubbed me down, examining my body more closely as he did. Involuntarily, my cock began to harden with anticipation.

“Bit scrawny, but you’ll do. Could use some more meat on you, but that’s the city life!” he murmured. Seeing the beginning of my erection, he snorted. “Bit early for that, son. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.” His dismissal deflated both my ego and my urge, and my prick returned to flaccidity fast. “Inside!” he commanded, and I obeyed. The cottage consisted of a reasonably large open area, which combined as kitchen and living room, with two doors opening from it. Both were open, and through one I could see a bed, through the other a storage area stacked with boxes and shelves full of books. As I entered, he followed me, his hands going to my shoulders and pushing me down onto my knees.

“A slave should be properly attired,” he stated. I nodded agreement. “Yes, Sir.”

With that he stood behind me and fitted a leather collar around my neck, fastening it in place with a small padlock, which he snapped closed. I was startled by the feel, but accepted it, promising myself to abide by our agreement. From the collar, a length of chain dangled, the other end of the chain firmly in his hand. With the collar in place he stepped in front of me. “Hands!” he said, and I held mine up to him. On each wrist he fixed leather cuffs, buckled tightly in place, over the cuffs went metal handcuffs, ensuring my hands were disabled in front of me. Similar leather restraints went around my ankles, joined by a metal bar so that if I were to get to my feet I could only hobble slowly about the room.

“Hmmphh!” he muttered as my restraints were fitted in place. “Always wanted a dog. Pity it’s not a better specimen, but you’ll do for the time being.” With that he tore a couple of pieces of meat from a leg on the bench, and dropped them on a plate in front of me. “Eat!” he said, sitting and watching. With my hands cuffed, all I could do was bend forward and bite at the tough cold meat as it sat on the plate. I chewed as best I could, forcing myself to swallow both the food and my dignity. I had agreed to this in order to secure his help, and I was going to see it through. As I finished, he looked at me, and I saw approval in his eyes. “Thirsty?” he asked, and I nodded. Another bowl was placed on the floor before me, filled with clear water. Again, the only way I could get any of it was to sink my face into the water and drink at it like a dog, which I did. Sitting back up, I tried to lick my lips, to clear my face of the remaining droplets. He smiled, patting me on the head. “Good dog,” he said, “I think I’m gonna enjoy these next few days.”

Laughing softly at his own joke, he stood and casually stripped his clothes off. I watched, fascinated as his body was exposed. He was massive, hairy and tanned. His arms were thick and powerful, his legs like tree-trunks. His chest was chiselled and taut, and as the light top was thrown to the floor I saw his nipples were pierced, set through with heavy silver rings. The sight of him like this, stripping before me, was hot, erotic, and I began to develop an erection, stirred up by the pure masculine sexuality of this mountain of man who obviously intended that I would be his toy for the next few days. Clad now only in a pair of loose shorts, he laughed again when he saw my hardening cock.

“You are eager, aren’t you, pussy?” he said evilly. “I’ll have to do something about that.” He left me there, kneeling on the floor, and went into the third room of his cottage, rummaging amongst some things there, out of my view. When he returned, he had a thin piece of leather, like a shoestring. Commanding me to sit up, he knelt and quickly wound the thing around the base of my shaft, tightly, and I felt the blood constricting as he did. The same piece of leather was long enough for him to keep winding, so that he also separated my balls from my cock and from my body, forcing them down into my nutsack. The ache began almost immediately, a dull internal pain, which somehow seemed to intensify my erection.

Satisfied with his handiwork, he stood back in front of me, so I could see him clearly in his entirety. Easily visible, and becoming more obvious by the second, was the growing bulge which tented the material of his shorts. He grinned again, and said to himself, “Yeah, gonna enjoy this a whole lot.”

Shucking the shorts down, and stepping out of them, he revealed himself to me in full glory. I gasped. His cock was huge, at least ten inches long and thick as a cucumber. And pierced! A silver Prince Albert ring took pride of place through that massive cockhead, exiting his piss slit and curving around to enter the skin again just below the V point cut of his glans. I was excited and scared. I had seen PA’s before, but never had sex with anyone who had one. “Holy shit!” I exclaimed, involuntarily.

His slap caught me on the side of the face. Not hard enough to injure, or even cause serious pain, but enough to teach me a lesson. “You’ll speak when I tell you to. And I won’t tell you to. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” His hand raised again, as I bit my lip, and nodded vigorously.

“Good. Remember that, shit head.” He stepped forward, pulling at the chain attached to my neck. “Now, since you’ve been a good dog, here’s a nice fleshy bone for you to chew on.” And with that he pulled my face towards his huge, throbbing cock.

My eyes wide with amazement, I approached him as best I could, shuffling on my knees. I opened my lips wide as I tried to swallow him. Licking and slurping in an attempt to cover his meat with saliva and make it easier to accept, I bobbed at the head of his cock. The metal of his PA was cool on my tongue, and I licked around the points where the ring pierced his flesh. I suckled at his dong like a baby on a teat, coating him with mucous as I dived little by little, further onto the massive pole. He became irritated with my slow progress, his hands falling to the back of my head, and he began to force me further onto himself, shoving his raging prong into my gullet. I tried desperately not to gag as the thick fleshy rod filled my throat, the ring of metal scraping at the back of my neck. He tasted musky yet clean, and I slowly began to accept him into my raw mouth as he started to fuck my face, firm and determined. I learnt quickly to grab breaths of air as he pulled back, and to hold that breath as he sank himself into me again.

As I became accustomed to his rhythm, my cock swelled and ached, the blood pumped and constrained by the leather strap around me. I slurped on him, licked and swallowed his weapon, and suddenly knew I was enjoying this. I was horny! I wanted more as I became the aggressor, attacking his meat and sucking on him, trying to take all of him as much as I possibly could. My balls ached, but the ache only served to intensify my lust, the pain of restriction adding to the sensations racking my body as I knelt before this man-bear and serviced him like an animal.

His body tensed at my continued attack, and I knew he was close. I dived again, determined to milk his juice from him, and his hands remained at my head guiding me down onto that rampant prong and shoving my face into his groin. I felt him shudder, and tasted the salty precum as his passion grew. His cock began to expand even further and I thought it would choke me, but instead he reefed my face away from him at the last moment, and held me tightly, a few centimetres away from him as his orgasm struck. Searing white-hot globs of cum spewed from him, splashing onto my face, spattering over my eyes and down my nose. Another burst erupted from his cock and my chest was sprayed with his jism, the sticky essence clinging to my skin. He pushed me to the floor, so I lay flat below him, and his hands gripped his huge tool, wringing the last of his ejaculate from himself over my prone form. Spent for the moment, he stood there as the final droplets hung from his still hard cock in long strands down onto my greasy, slimed gut.

He laughed with approval, as I looked at him, desperate for my own release. My cock throbbed with need and filled with blood. My balls rolled and ached for release, and he sat, watching and grinning. “Come here, dog boy!” he commanded. Quickly I shuffled onto my knees and inched towards him. “Good dog,” he said as he patted my head, resting my chin on his knee. Incredibly, I was pleased! I enjoyed his approval. So close to him again, I could smell the musky scent of him, could feel the heat of his skin against me. Impulsively, without thinking, desperate for release, I sidled closer so that my aching cock was against his leg. Feeling the heat of contact, I rubbed against him, trying to bring myself off. Slicked and covered in his cum, I actually rutted against his leg like a dog. The friction of his hairy skin against my rampant needy dong was exciting, was good, but it was not enough with the leather tied tightly around my nuts, and I collapsed in frustration. He laughed a hearty bellowing laugh at me then. “Excellent, perfect, a true dog!” he declared. Lifting me by the arms, he made me stand, and he removed the binding thong wrapped around me. The relief, the sudden rush of blood back into deprived veins was painful in itself, but as I gasped, he took hold of my cock in one hand and flailed at it hard. It took no more than a few strokes before my testicles exploded and my cock twitched. As I moaned and humped at air, he gripped me harder, then aimed my cock into a glass tumbler and released me, capturing my cum in the container as he directed the way I was to be allowed to ejaculate.

I shuddered to a finish, grateful for the release he had provided, and slumped back to my knees. He stood over me as I did, and poured the contents of the cup, my essence, onto his cock, allowing the excess to fall onto my own body again. Standing astride me, he waved his still semi-erect weapon in my face again. “Here, pussy boy, I’ve spilt something on my cock.” He pointed at the long fleshy pole dripping with the creamy gobs of my jism. “Clean it up!” Doing as I was told I eagerly licked at him, slurping all around his cockhead and up and down his shaft, swallowing my own juice as I licked it from him and cleaned his dick for him. As I did, my skin tingled, my nerves alive with sensations. I could feel that my own erection had not subsided as usual, but was still very much alive as my cock throbbed.

My attention to his penis, licking and cleaning it, had resulted in him getting harder again. His prick had never really gone soft, but now it grew from semi-hardness to rampant, throbbing weapon yet again. I worked my tongue up and along his shaft, closing my teeth over the metal of his PA and trying to pull at it gently. When I began to open my lips, ready to swallow him yet again, he backed off, lifting my head away from his pulsing meat. Not speaking, he reached down to my chest, taking each of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Pity,” he murmured, “these tits should be pierced and ringed, they’d make better sport if they were.” Still, he pinched tightly at the nubs of skin, sending tingling pain shooting through my chest. I did my best to muffle a yell, as he twisted and pulled at the hard brown skin again. The more I winced, the harder he tweaked and pulled at me, yet the longer it went on, the less the pain bothered me. Mixing with that pain now, gradually outweighing it, was the most intense pleasure. It was as if my nipples were connected directly to my cock, so that as he punished them, shooting bolts of intense sensation stabbed my chest and made my cock throb and twitch with growing need. He watched me carefully as my face showed the change from pain to enjoyment, studied me as I began to gasp with the increasing delight of ecstatic joy at the sensations shooting through my body.

“Shame I don’t have more time, or didn’t find you when I was back in the city. You have real potential, boy. With the right training you could have been a damn good slave.” I said nothing, yet although my rational mind said I should be insulted or demeaned by his words, instead I felt a real pleasure, a serious pride, that I could please him, gain the approval of this powerful man who had control of me.

Releasing his hands from my now throbbing tits, he waved his massive cock in front of my face, droplets of pre-cum escaping from his slit and spattering on my eyes and cheeks. I tried to lick them off, to taste his essence again. As I did, he took his mighty prong in his hand and slapped it against the side of my face. The tingling of my skin was like fire to me, the solid hardness of him like the steel of his piercing as his meat struck me. I opened my mouth, ready for him again, but he stood up over me.

“You want this bone, dog? Fine, but it’s not your mouth that you’ll eat it with.” He laughed again, and pushed my head down to the floor, kicking my legs forward so that I was doubled over, my face on the ground and my arse pointing high into the air. He knelt behind me, quickly snapping a leather cockring around the base of my shaft, tight but not as constricting as the leather thong he had used before. Then he stood again, and a slap from his bare hand landed on my butt cheek. I jumped, but said nothing, and he murmured again, “good dog!” I heard some movement, and felt the coolness of a gel substance being spread down the crack of my arse and around my twitching, puckering hole. With one finger he eased the lube into me, massaging it through the muscles of my sphincter and opening my chute as he did. A second finger followed as he explored me, stretched my hole in readiness for what was to come. I relaxed as I could, allowing him easy access through the upturned target of my anus. A third finger was introduced, and I squirmed with a little discomfort as he forced the three digits into me, bending his fingers within to massage the inner ring of muscle and coax my body open even further.

Suddenly the fingers were withdrawn. I gasped at the sudden emptiness, only to feel the pressure of cold steel against me. He had positioned himself so that he stood astride me, his feet by my knees as he hovered over me. My arse sticking up in the air was directly below him, and he pushed his cock down so that it aimed directly at the inviting pink rosebud that was my rectum. Bending his knees to lower himself, he nudged the metal of his PA up against the tender skin of my arse. I shuddered with both anticipation and uncertainty. I had never before been fucked by someone with a Prince Albert, and had no idea whether it would be painful, or more difficult than a ‘normal’ coupling.

With his huge dripping dong in one hand, he gradually lowered himself so that he was directly above me and against me. I felt the silver against my anus, and tried to relax, willing myself to open for him. He moved his cock back and forward against the twitching muscle, easing the metal into my arse, guiding it through the resisting sphincter. I tried to push back, to expand my hole to him. The metal ring embedded in his throbbing meat edged into my anus, the unfamiliar shape and unyielding solidity of the steel causing a surprisingly pleasant sensation as it slid within my rectum. Following hard behind the silver, his large round cockhead stretched me, forcing my resisting muscles apart as he prodded irresistibly into my empty cavern. After the stretching from his fingers, and the anticipation of having his pierced dong enter me, I was amazed to find that there was very little pain with this slow assault upon me. Discomfort was a better description, as the thick turgidity of his pole held my protesting anus wide and the long veiny shaft began to slide through my ring of muscle. There was a moment of stretching ache with the beginning of his journey, and then suddenly the entire throbbing head of his manhood was inside, my sphincter closing around the lip of his glans and gripping at him.

I flexed myself at that point, clenched against the invading enormity, and relaxed again, accepting his insertion and allowing the tendrils of pleasure to make their way through my nerve endings. I moaned softly at the growing delight and he steadied himself for a moment, his hands gripping my hips as he hunched over me. Suddenly, without warning, he dropped his weight down onto me, shoving his long rod all the way into my body. My face was crushed into the floor, my rectum stabbed by the length of him as the metal ring in his cock scraped its way up my bowel and dragged across my prostate. Involuntarily, I let out a long “unnnhhhhh” as the combination of pain and pleasure assaulted my senses. He slapped my butt with his open hand as he dropped onto me, his huge hairy balls crashing into the orbs of my cheeks. “Shut up, pig, and take it the way you deserve it!” he hissed. Using his knees as leverage, and placing his hands on my back, he started to lift and drop, the thick shaft of his masculinity riding in and out of my anus. With each up and down movement the PA scraped and pulled at my innards, pulling and shoving across my prostate and sending shuddering pangs of almost unbearable pleasure racing through me. As my arse clenched tightly around him with each withdrawal, he used his not inconsiderable weight to pound that gigantic caber back into me. The sheer force of his fucking was enormous, the humping shove of each entry impaling my ravaged arse onto his huge dagger. I moaned and gasped with the uncontrollable delight of his attack, writhed under him as he thrust himself down into me and took possession of my body.

The crunching power of his fucking drove me into rapture. My gut felt like it was being skewered and torn, but the pleasure it wrought was inconceivable. I huffed and gasped, tried desperately to hold back against the rising passion, but my entire body tingled with delight. Every nerve was electrified, sending messages of twitching urgency to my brain. My very being was concentrated on the rampaging battering ram, which drove into my arse, pulling back to crash in again, and my body wanted more! I ached, trembled, needed to have all of him within me. As my emotions surrendered to the assault, I lost control and my balls contracted, spewing their load of juice into my swollen aching cock. I erupted, long streamers of white jizz flying from me to soak the floor as my arse constricted around the source of my joy, the giant log of manflesh that pierced my being.

I came, long and strong, a torrent of ejaculate pouring from me, and still he shoved and grunted, fucked and humped at me. My orgasm slowed, eased and finally stopped but the bear above me continued unabated, fucking harder, faster, more furiously into my ripped and tender chute. Sweat dropped from him, searing my back as he hunched and pounded, lifted and dropped again into my arse. His breathing quickened, became gasps as he hissed and snorted with exertion. His tempo increased so much that he was a piston, his weapon a blur as he pumped in and out as he raged towards climax. With a roaring bellow of capitulation, he reached the edge of the abyss and plunged over. “FUUUCK, YESSS!!!” he screamed, his body crashing down one last time as his entire weight fucked his pole into my body and his frame came to rest hard against my back. I swore I could feel his cock swell within me, grow to fill me completely, and then it jerked and exploded. Powerful spasms shook him as he emptied the contents of his nuts into me, filled my body with his essence. No longer moving, he shuddered against me as his mighty weapon shot its load of mancum deep into my bowels, drowned my innards in creamy jism.

As the waves of passion slowly receded from him, he lifted away from me once again, pulling himself from my gripping muscle with a greedy slurping wetness. Letting out a long sigh of satisfaction, he slumped down, pushing me forward so that I was now prone on the ground in front of him, and he fell crashing onto me, wiping his slimy, cum slaked cock over my lower back before he covered me with his body. “Fucken’ hell, boy, I needed that BAD!” he hissed, before standing and pushing me over onto my back with his foot. He smiled down at me then. “Good dog,” he laughed, “very good dog.” My heart raced at the words, my emotions running wild. For some inexplicable reason I was immensely happy that he had enjoyed using me as he had. I almost forgot how incredibly erotic the experience had been for me as well. Almost. I would never really forget it; I had just enjoyed the most intensely pleasurable fucking of my life up until that time.

I lay there at his feet, covered in the remnants of both my own cum and his, my cock still semi-hard with the restraining leather cockring around me, and looked up into his eyes. He smiled down at me, a beaming grin of pleased ownership. Relaxing on the chair, his massive tool still slimed with juice, the PA glistening in the moisture clinging to him; he placed one foot on my chest lightly. He looked thoughtful as he poured himself a drink from a bottle of whisky and rolled a cigarette. As the plume of smoke enveloped his head, he closed his eyes, the contented Master of his world, and the owner of an obedient puppy who had pleased him well.

A half hour or more passed before he stirred again. “Time to get ready for bed.” He announced as he stood over me again. “If I’d known I was getting a dog, I’d have built a kennel, but for tonight you’ll have to sleep in the store-room.” With that, he headed into the other room, which opened off the living area, and busied himself for a few minutes. When he came back out he was holding a medium sized black rubber butt plug. I looked at him startled: surely he did not want to use me again for sex. I was exhausted from our earlier encounters, and from the walking through the day. I was still lying on my back on the floor where he had left me, and he knelt at my feet, pushing my legs back. “If you’re gonna sleep inside, I better make sure you don’t go dirtying the place up.” He said, more to himself than to me. With my tender anus still slick from the lube he had used and from the remnants of his ejaculation, it was easy enough for him to insert the plug into me, pushing firmly and jiggling it around. I gasped as my already stretched sphincter resisted this new assault, pain shooting up from my arsehole for a few seconds, and then the plug was in, and my ring closed around it, clenching back to the core of the toy, as the bulb lodged inside my rectum and the base held it safely in place. The pain went as quickly as it had come, and I was left feeling filled but easy, if a little uncomfortable.

Dragging me now by the chain still attached to my neck, he pulled me into the room he had just left. On the floor in the middle of the room was a huddle of old blankets forming a kind of bed. He snapped the leash I wore over a metal railing, and fixed two more lengths of chain to each wrist so that I couldn’t move my arms, or roll over onto my stomach. Without another word, he walked out and left me there on the floor, my cock still restrained by the leather band, my arse filled with the rubber bung. I thought I would never sleep in that position, but the exhaustion of my day proved me wrong. Despite my humiliating circumstances, before long I fell into a deep sleep populated with hazy dreams about chains and restraints, hairy men dressed in leather who treated me like a plaything.

To be continued …

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