Subjugated Men

Chapter 1-2

At eight sharp I rang her bell. She opened the door and I was shocked to see that she was alone. I heaved a huge sigh of relief because I certainly wasn’t going to be serving the twisted needs of some of her less than savory friends. I held out an envelope with ten thousand dollars in it which she took without looking at it and tossed on the couch.

“Strip,” she demanded, tapping her foot impatiently.

This wasn’t surprising as she always had me naked unless she had me in some frilly girly outfit of a French Maid’s uniform. When I was naked, except for the infernal device on my d**k I knelt at her feet and waited for her instructions.

“Put these on,” she said, throwing a set of leg shackles and a collar in front of me.

Again, this wasn’t unusual either as I had told her in the beginning that she needed to restrain me prior to removing my cage so that I didn’t cheat and run out on her before she could put it back on. I locked the leg irons on my ankles and the collar around my neck. I looked expectantly at her. She moved behind me.

“Give me your hands,” she said.

I moved my hands behind me and felt her snap handcuffs on my wrists. That was a little unusual in that she normally left my right hand free into order to be able to masturbate but, sometimes she made me hump her leg or the furniture, so I didn’t panic.

“One final thing I want to remind you of before we get started,” she said, moving back where I could see her face.

I looked at her warily.

“Do you remember that when we started you put in some safeguards to insure that you could never back out?” she asked.

“Yes, Amanda,” I said. “That ten thousand I just brought.”

“I’m not talking about that,” she snapped.

“I don’t understand,” I said dumbly.

“I’m talking about how, when you have asked for relief, you cannot back out no matter what disgusting or degrading thing I ask you to do,” she said.

“Yes.”

“And what is the penalty if you refuse?” she asked.

“Uh… I have to pay you ten thousand dollars,” I answered.

“And?”

“I have to wait six months to ask again,” I said.

“And?”

“You will expect me to do the same task that I refused,” I said.

“And?”

“If I refuse again it’s twenty thousand and I have to wait a year,” I said.

“Pretty effective deterrent, isn’t it?” she laughed.

I really didn’t like the way this discussion was going. Plainly she had something planned that I was really going to hate. Something worse than cleaning her fat friend Kathy’s ass, something worse than serving as a toilet for her hen parties, something worse than eating her s**t by the spoonful? I was feeling a deep fear in the pit of my stomach.

“Amanda, please, whatever you have planned, please…”

“Shut the f**k up, you sick little flounder pounder,” she said coldly. “You asked to be treated like this and I know deep down it is exactly what you need. And to think at one time I thought of you as boyfriend material. You are nothing but a revolting, repulsive little pump thumper only worthy of licking the bottom of my shoes.”

“Oh my god,” I thought, “if I had known that she might have actually been interested in me I would never have…”

“You are going to crawl into the bedroom behind me,” she said, interrupting my thoughts. “When we get there, you will see a man, naked and tied to a chair. He has a hood on, so he won’t be able to see us. He thinks that he and I are alone and that I’m going to give him the best blow job he’s ever had. In reality, you are going to suck him until he spurts down your throat and I’m going to film it, any questions?”

“Who is he,” I asked.

“Your best friend, Jake,” she laughed.

“Amanda, you can’t,” I protested. “That’s not fair.”

“I can and you will or we will repeat this in six months,” she said.

“Six months!” I thought, “I can’t wait even six more days but… my best friend?”

“Do you understand?” she asked. “You have to be careful and not let him know that it isn’t me giving him head.”

I didn’t like this one bit but compared to some of the really degrading things I had been forced to do in the past this wasn’t really all that bad. I mean I would have to swallow his come but she had forced me to eat mine on numerous occasions and many times I had been her cleaner boy when she came home from a night out. I couldn’t understand why the big buildup about the penalties if I refused. After all he had a hood on and would never know it was me not her that got his nut off. I couldn’t see how this was going to be that bad. Boy was I wrong.

We snuck quietly into the bedroom. Well, I crawled quietly. She began talking right away.

“I told you I’d be right back, baby,” she said sweetly. “It was just a guy selling magazines and I got rid of him. Now, where were we?”

“Best blowjob ever,” his muffled voice came out from the hood.

“Oh, yes, baby, you won’t be disappointed,” she purred, fondling his growing member. “You are going to love this.”

She removed her left hand from his d**k and used it to hold her cell phone to record. Her right hand grabbed a chunk of my hair and forced my head close to his d**k.

“Lick, gently,” she whispered in my ear.

I began licking his shaft and he started moaning. I wondered if it was the thought of her luscious lips that had him going and what he might be doing if he knew it was me, not her.

After a few licks as foreplay she forced my mouth down over his member and stepped back to get a wider shot. It was obvious that this would make a great blackmail tape if she didn’t already have me so tied up that she didn’t need it to keep me in line. So why the filming?

The answer came in just a few minutes. When it was clear that he was past the point of no return she whipped the hood off his head and got some incredible footage of him shooting his load down my throat. I realized that from the way he was tied and the angle she was shooting from it looked like he and I were willing participants. He looked down, realized it was me and tried to throw me off. It was futile and just made him appear to be really into it.

“What the f**k are you doing, Amanda?” he shrieked. “Get this faggot off me.”

“Now, now, Jake,” she said soothingly, “that faggot, as you called him, just gave you one of the best blow jobs of your life.”

“You are going to pay for this when I get loose,” he snarled.

“Actually, Jake, you are the one who is going to pay,” she said, “and for the rest of your life.”

“f**k you, Amanda,” Jake said, angrily. “I doubt that you can keep me like this forever and when I get loose…”

“Well,” Amanda said sweetly, “there is this video I have of you two boys going at it.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” he said, “it’s just…”

“And the one of you sucking your best friend’s d**k,” she interrupted.

“What are you talking about?” he laughed. “There is no video of me doing any such thing.”

“There will be in just a few minutes when your best friend shoves his needy little thing between those sweet lips.”

“I’m not going to allow that, and he wouldn’t do such a thing. We’re friends and friends don’t… Hey, buddy, help me out here. Cut me loose and let’s show this b***h her place.”

I looked down at the floor because there was no way I could cut him loose and if Amanda planned for my release to take place in his mouth then that’s what I would do.

“Buddy?” Jake asked plaintively. “Buddy, what’s the deal? Help a friend out, won’t you?”

Amanda laughed and pointed to my d**k, “Do you see that thing on his p***s?” she asked.

Jake seemed to notice for the first time and then his gaze took in my leg shackles and that my arms were cuffed behind my back.

“What have you done to him?” he asked.

“Only what he asked me to,” she replied.

“He asked you to chain him up like that and lock his d**k away?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“But how does he have s*x?” he asked.

“He doesn’t.”

“Ever?”

“Only with his hand or some other degrading way when I allow it,” she answered.

“That’s barbaric,” he sneered.

“That’s your life now too,” she laughed.

“No f*****g way, b***h,” he screamed.

“You are going to pay extra for that mouth but, right now I want you to open yours and return the blow job favor for your friend,” she said.

“f**k you.”

“And then you are going to ask me very sweetly to lock your d**k up in the same device that is on his d**k and beg to serve me under the same conditions he does.”

“In your dreams,” he laughed.

“Open your mouth, Jake, and beg for his d**k,” she said sweetly.

He closed his mouth and glared at her.

“The hard way I guess,” she sighed.

She picked up the cattle prod she had used on me in the past, poked it into his crotch and pulled the trigger. He screamed a blood curdling yelp.

“Open,” she said calmly.

He shook his head and she zapped him again. By the third time he was beaten. With tears running down his face he opened his mouth wide and left it open.

“There now, Jake, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked.

Turning to me, she produced the key and with a few seconds my boy saw daylight for the first time in six weeks. Despite the bizarre scene he sprang immediately to life. At this point I didn’t care where I had to stick it. I needed relief.

“Three minutes, she intoned, looking at her watch.

In a former life that would have never been enough time but since I started this hellish program with her I was perpetually horney. Thus, I only pumped in and out of his mouth for about thirty seconds before a mind bending orgasm overtook me and I dropped to my knees.

She, of course, had filmed the whole thing to use as further blackmail against poor Jake. He was royally screwed, but I doubt that even now he understood that.

“Well, I hope that was worth it my little bishop beater cause the next time it is going to be way more demeaning,” she said to me. “Now that I have two of you fairy pud pullers I can think of some really sick scenarios.”

My mind heard the ‘two of’ us part but I still didn’t know what she had in mind. Somehow, I felt it would involve us doing nasty things to each other.

“So, Jake,” she said, waving the prod near his crotch, “I’m waiting for you to beg.”

He looked at the cattle prod in horror and then up to her cold face, “Please, Amanda,” he said.

“That’s a good start my soon to be one-eyed snake stroker, please what?”

“Please don’t do this,” he begged.

“Wrong,” she snarled, discharging an extra jolt to his family jewels. “Try again.”

“Please, I don’t want to be a slave,” he wailed.

“I’m losing my patience, Jake,” she snarled, using the cattle prod once more.

He must have finally realized that he had no way out because when his screams died down he began begging. He begged to be locked up. He begged to be her slave. He begged to do anything she wanted for as long as she wanted if she would please stop.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it my newest little salami spanker?” she chuckled. “Now we need to get that one-eyed weasel safely locked up and then we can spend some quality time going over what I expect of you.”

“Expect of me?” he croaked.

“Well, I expect you to behave just like your best friend does but with a twist,” she said. “You see ever since I introduced my little slave boy to my good friend Kathy she has been bugging me to sell him to her. I don’t want that because I like having him too much, but I really hate to disappoint her so…”

She paused for dramatic effect and then continued, “That’s where you come in. After I broken you in and have you trained I’m going to sell you to her. She will be sooooo pleased.”

I nearly puked. If I thought my life was hell with the stunning Amanda, I couldn’t imagine the fifty shades of hell being owned by that fat, filthy, slob Kathy. I hated it when I had to even get near her slimy, foul smelling p***y. I lurched forward and planted my lips on her feet in gratitude.