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Please call me slutty names and tell me how you would use me

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I’m 21 and my boss is about 65, we work away from home and move around a lot.
We finish work early hours of the morning and we go back to his apartment as he is driving me to the next city. He tells me we should shower before we go but we have to be quiet as his landlady is asleep. He says we will have to share the shower to avoid waking her up and for some reason I agree. I’m not comfortable about it, but I assumed what he was telling me was true because he’s my boss and older than me. I reluctantly got in the shower and just tried to face away from him and be real quick to get out of the situation. I’m lathered up and he says he will wash my back, I’m scrubbing my front as fast as I can and I feel his hand on my butt cheeks, I quickly rinse off and get out of the shower. We get dressed and drive to the next city.

The next city we are sharing an apartment and we are sat up drinking wine and someone how he convinces me to let him massage me. Start with my top off laying on my front on my bed, he oils me up and massages me, after a while can feel he’s going lower and lower on to my butt cheeks and I get hard. He turns me over to do my front. I’m nervous and scared and don’t fancy him at all, but I’m young and stupid and hes my boss so feel like I have to do what he says. He massages my front and can see I’m hard, he pulls down my pants and says ‘ooh are you getting excited’. I panic and say no and maybe I should massage him now. So massage him but am sure to keep away from anything sexual. Do this for about 10 minutes and say I’m done then we go back to drinking wine and feeling super awkward.

A week later we are in another city which is his home town so we are staying at his house. On the drive there he tells me that he is renting it out the next day (like old school Airbnb) so we can’t sleep in the beds as they are ready for the next guests. He tells me we will have to sleep on the pull out in his dining room. Didn’t think much of it as it kind of made sense at the time. Anyway I never used to like vodka so he said he will teach me to like it by giving me lots of different vodkas to try. We were in the living room and he would come out with a tray of 5 shots each. We would slowly drink them then he would go get more, I’m not sure if he slipped something in one or I was just super drunk but having started getting really hazy and I was slurring and couldn’t think straight. Next thing I remember is I’m in the sharing and he is washing me down whilst he is outside of the shower, soaping up my willy and my bum cheeks and rinsing me down. Next thing I know im on the pull out laid on my front fully naked, my dick is semi and forced between my legs and I can see a flash going off, here’s clearly taking photos of me but I can’t move. Next thing I remember is coming round and he is suck my fully hard dick, going really slow and deep it felt so good but I wasn’t really sure what was happening. I was in out and out of consciousness. I just froze in the moment, it was like I was paralysed. He then started playing with my hole whisky still sucking me off, slowly pushing his finger in with no lube or even spit, he massaged my hole until he could get three or four fingers in the and it felt proper lubed up with my own juices. Then he slowly turned me over, clearly he was trying not to wake me. I heard him spit on his hand and next thing I remember is him inside of me slowly fucking my, pushing deep enough into my hole that it felt amazing but wouldn’t disturb me. I don’t have the strength to do anything so I had to just let it happen. Next thing I’m back laying on my back and he’s sucking me off to completion. The next morning I didn’t really remember much of it but I’m sure he must have cum inside of me. We got in the car and he was talking like nothing had happened, and so was I as I didn’t remember it. It all slowlycame back to me later on as I remembered more and more. After that he used to get me drunk a few times, he would wrestle me until somehow he was forcing me again.

I met a older guy i was talking to online at the park. He told me he was gonna fuck me and I told him I wasn't sure I was ready. He said he didn't care and he was taking my virginity breaking me in. I was a little turned on but got scared when he actually got physical and forced me to bend over a picnic table. He used spit but it hurt so bad when he was pushing it in me. He told me if I begged him he would stop. But that was a lie.. I ended up with a bleeding ass full of this strange guys cum. I walked home I'm pain and he messaged me later saying he will tell local guys to rape me because I deserve it. It was crazy.

Reposting yesterday's story with a fuller disclaimer due to some of the comments: this is a FICTIONAL CNC story. All are 18+yo. Enjoy it.

I'm from the UK but on a solo holiday abroad at the moment. There are two things I've always wanted to try and these are cnc and cruising. I've always fantasised about cnc but never had the courage to agree to a meeting like that. Two nights ago I decided to live out the other fantasy and went to a cruising bar.

I had a few drinks before I left so I got there already tipsy. Otherwise I didn't think I'd have the nerve to try it out. The place was incredibly busy despite it being a Wednesday night due to holiday season. I arrived, paid for the entrance, and received a locker key and a drink token to use downstairs.

As I was going down the stairs I got a feel for the place. It was very dark with neon lighting in some places, just enough to be able to see what a person more or less looked like, but not bright enough to recognise someone later outside the bar. It was also loud with aggressive music playing non-stop. A few people walked past me, mostly older than me, and one of them gave me a wink.

I found my locker and quickly changed. The outfit I chose for myself was a pair of white jockstraps, high white Adidas socks, and white sneakers. I left the rest of my clothes in the locker and locked it together with my phone. I was already getting looks from other guys in the changing area but I ignored them and quickly headed to the bar area.

There I got myself a vodka soda and pretty much downed it in under a minute to relax even more. The bar was super busy and there was a group of guys there who were I'd say in their 30s. They were fairly muscular and completely naked. I couldn't help starting at them and their cocks which were fairly big while still soft. One guy noticed me looking at them and tapped the other ones on their shoulders, and tilted his head towards me when they turned around. They were all staring with me for a moment and then went back to their conversation.

I sat at the bar a couple more minutes when the alcohol hit me and I started to feel more drunk than tipsy. And that's when the guy at the bar handed me a vodka shot and said it's from one of the guys. I was surprised but I smiled and thanked him, and then looked at the group again, nodded and downed it in one go. They all smiled and kept chatting among themselves but every now and then I got a look from one of them. Shortly after, the bartender handed me two more shots.

At that point I felt like I had to do something else than just sit on my ass and drink in the bar. So I mustered the courage, finished both shots one after the other, thanked the guy again and then waived at the group smiling, mouthing "thank you" over the music. After that I started to walk around the cruising bar to explore.

This is when the things get a bit hazy because of the alhocol. I think I walked around for good 15-20min, eyeing different guys and letting them touch me all over. Even though it was busy I was in a minority as a young guy, so I felt I was getting a lot of attention which I found hot. Eventually I bumped into the group from the bar. The music was too loud for me to chat with them but tried to say thank you again. The guy who bought the shots for me didn't answer but he smiled and put his head on my ass, and I looked back at him in a flirty way feeling all cocky from the alhocol although I was getting a bit nauseous too from drinking too fast, but I decided to go with it. He quickly located my hole and started touching me around it.

After a moment he took his hand back, spat on it, and then put it back, this time sliding one of the fingers inside of me. At this point I should say that I am very tight, like actually right. When I have sex, I always need to relax myself with a buttplug before I can take a dick. But with the alhocol I managed to relax enough for his finger to slide in despite some resistance. He was maintaining eye contact with me the whole time and could see my grimace showing it did hurt a bit. This only encouraged him and after not even fingering me briefly he took his finger out, spat on his hand again, pulled me closer with his free hand, and then shoved two fingers inside me as deep as he could.

I jumped from the pain and pushed him away which made him laugh. He then smiled again, held up his hands and mouthed "sorry" to calm me down, which I let him do. When I allowed him to get closer again he pushed me on my knees and shoved his dick in my face. It was already rock hard and big, easily 7.5 inches. I was surprised but also was feeling turned on by him being dominant so I focused on sucking his dick well to please him. When he felt my lips around his cock he didn't waste any time and just rammed it in deep. I immediately started to gag and push against his legs but he held me firm, my legs were floundering as I was trying to get up or push away from him but it made no difference, and he held me there a little longer until finally releasing me.

I collapsed backwards gasping for air and pushed myself against a wall behind me. When I looked up I saw the guy whose dick I just sucked, talking to one of his friends from the bar. They were looking at me. The other one nodded and walked away. The guy who stayed was looking at me and started stroking his dick.

At that point things are really hazy because the alcohol hit me the hardest, especially those two last shots. I was feeling dizzy and like I was about to be sick. I tried to get up and managed but had to lean against the wall. The guy walked up to me with a smile again and said I don't look so good and that he'd help me. He had an English accent. I was disoriented and just let him do that and he started walking with me through the corridor and the cruising maze.

When we stopped, we were in one of the smaller lockable rooms. The music was still blasting loud and all I wanted to do was go to sleep. The guy was still holding me up and I kept closing my eyes. He said I should lie down and rest up for a moment which I was happy to do. Only then I realised he guided me into a sling which was hanging in that room.

When he put me in it, the world was swirling and I was trying not to be sick. But I could feel him put my legs into the loops hanging above the sling. As I had sneakers on, he struggled fitting them through but once he did, I couldn't easily take them out. Once he's done that he locked eyes with me and the best way I can describe it was that he looked so fucking excited, smiling wide and slowly touching my legs and ass.

"I think I'm gonna be sick" I said but he didn't acknowledge it and kept touching me all over, even stroking my dick briefly. I think I remember him commenting it wasn't very big so he wouldn't suck it, and then putting it back in the jockstrap. He also noticed I had two condoms tucked in on the side of the jockstrap. He took them out and then walked to a near bin in the room, and binned them.

When I heard a knock on the door to the room, I looked up and realised the room was actually locked. The guy walked up and opened it, and the three other guys from the bar went in. They locked the door and started chatting among themselves but I couldn't hear them over the music as they were not standing right next to me.

I started to try and fight the nausea and reached for my legs trying to take them out of the loops. One guy noticed me struggling trying to take one leg out and walked up to me, grabbing my hands and placing them over my head and being me, and he stood there. The other guys walked up and stood around me, and they started to stroke their dicks.

The guy whose dick I briefly gagged on earlier stood right in front of my spread legs and started touching me again. He was looking giddy when he leaned over me and just stared in my eyes. I knew what was about to happen and I knew I couldn't do anything.

The guy being me was holding my arms and despite now kicking with my legs in the air, I couldn't do anything except make them laugh at my attempts. The guy on my left was stroking his hard dick which seemed similar size as the first guy, but the one on my right was more average but semi soft. The guy who was already hard said to the other that he needed to "fix that semi". The guy laughed and then unexpectedly slapped me in the face. My eyes were wide open in shock after I recoiled and I saw him stroking his dick with one hand, and he bitch slapped me again with the other.

I didn't care about looking weak or anything at that point and was openly pleading and asking him to please stop but he didn't care. As he kept slapping me in the face his dick got hard quickly and the other guys cheered for him when they noticed that.

What came next was a mix of sensations as I was being touched all over. The guy behind me was now holding only one of my hands, and guy on the left was helping him out and holding my other hand. The guy behind me reached for past my chest and stomach and grabbed my dick through the jock. I wasn't even semi hard and all I wanted to do was leave. The guy squeezed my bulge and laughed, commenting that the first guy was right and he "didn't need to see that".

Guy on my right with his dick fully hard now was rubbing it in my face and eventually pushed it down my throat. As I chocked and started moving around he pulled his dick out and slapped me harder than before. It hurt so much and I could feel my face burning. "If I feel any teeth you'll regret it" he said and forced me to nod in acknowledgement. After I did he shoved his cock back in, switching it up from pushing it down my throat and into my cheers from the inside. Each time he was shoving it in my cheek, the guy on the other side was tapping my face from the outside as if trying to massage the other guy's dick. It felt like they were so in synch like they'd done that before to someone else.

It was all happening simultaneously but the last thing I felt was pressure on my hole. I was fucking scared at that point and breathing deep trying to relax for what was about to happen. I couldn't even look at the guy as my face was turned sideways, dick in my throat and being slapped on the face by the other guy. But the sensation of his big cock on my ass was overwhelming.

As I thought to myself that I hoped he'd use lube, he pulled away from my hole. I felt such relief but it was only momentary. The guy leaned over me, his face close to mine. The other guys stopped playing with me and as I opened my eyes and looked at the guy was about to fuck me, he was smiling still and he said "since you can't suck dick, your spit from earlier is all you're getting".

I could feel tears well up in my eyes as he straighted up and put his dick close to my hole again. The other guys were all stroking their dicks as if trying not to interrupt anything. They kept looking between the first guy's dick lining up with my ass and my face, trying not to miss my reaction. I then felt the guy's fat cockhead push inside dry and I started pleasing again.

"Please please please please please please..." but it didn't change anything as he kept pushing in deeper and deeper. I was incoherent at that point and just saying random things, asking for a break, that I wouldn't say or do anything, and I needed to go. But they were all ignoring my pleas. After an eternity the guy's cock was inside me and I could feel his stomach against my ballsack. Despite that I could feel him trying to change angles to fit it in even deeper if it was possible. He then pulled back, stopped and rammed it inside with one swift move which made me cry out in pain.

I couldn't take a dick like that on a good day without prep and there he was fucking me with no lube. I was in so much pain and he didn't care. He places his arms on my things and I kept swinging back and forth in the swing to give him more momentum so he could fuck me even harder. Guys on my sides and behind my head kept swapping between whose dick was being sucked and who was massaging my face and throat, trying to feel the other guy's dick inside me.

He must have fucked me for at least 10min at a steady pace before he started speeding up before he slammed it deep inside for the last time. I could feel his dick throb inside me as he unloaded. As he pulled out the other three guys almost raced each other who would go next. No one was holding my hands anymore but I didn't have the energy to resist anymore. What came next was a blur of the other guys fucking me, slapping and squeezing my dick.

All three fucked me but only two finished inside me. The last guy was the one who first got hard from slapping my face. After he used my ass for long enough, he pulled out and walked to the side of the sling. He didn't want me to suck his dick, he just stood there stroking it with one hand and touching me with the other. I then felt him squeeze my dick and balls hard, and I jumped in the sling again which he clearly enjoyed watching. He then gave me a few slaps but didn't seem content with my limited reaction and pleading at that stage. He seemed annoyed and walked away for a moment.

Not long after I saw the guy who fucked me first again. The guy who was yet to come was stroking his dick, trying to get him hard again, and it looked like he was trying to convince him to do something. I heard him ask "for a friend?" to which he nodded.

As the guy got fully hard again he walked up to me again "It's your unlucky day boy". As he shoved his dick inside of my again I braced myself for another fuck but what came next was worse. The last guy who was still to come walked up from one side of me and one of the other two joined from the other side. I then felt one of the friends reach towards my stomach, then dick, and last it towards my ass. I then realised what they were going to do as I felt the guy's fingers slide inside my ass stretching it even further with the first guy's cock already fucking me. I was in a new type of pain again and started to sob and throw my hands around. The last guy had to hold them to my chest again.

This seemed to encourage the remaining guy who started stroking his dick again as he was watching my face intently. As he was stroking his dick he told the guy on the other side "more", which he understood immediately and I felt one more finger force his way inside of my ass and felt it trying to massage the other guy's dick.

My cries must have done the trick as the guy started grunting and stroking his dick faster, and eventually slapping my face too which got him over the edge. I eventually felt ropes of hot cum shoot on my face and into my eyes. The fucking, fingering and slaps continued until the remaining guy shot his last drop of cum. It all went quiet after that as I felt the guys retreat.

With cum in my eyes I couldn't see much but after a moment I heard the door unluck and the room went completely quiet. First I just stayed there gasping for breach and trying to collect myself. But I then found the energy to get my legs free and pulled myself out of the sling.

Cum was dripping down my face and down my legs. I was feeling weak and wobbly but made my way to the toilets to clean up and then my locker. I got quite a few looks from guys on my way there, and one guy even slid his finger up my ass which went in easily now stretched and with so much cum inside of it. But I didn't pay it much attention anymore.

When I found my locker, I quickly changed and left in a hurry, fully sober.

Feel free to DM me if you found this hot.

[The following is purely fictional and everyone portrayed is above the age of 21)

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The first time we met in person was electric. I’d experienced it a few times before, the rare electricity that can’t be explained, but nothing like this. Looking in my eyes, it was like you already knew me. I reached out for a casual hug and you held tight, pulling me even closer. I may have been a bit taller than you, but somehow my arms fit blissfully under yours. Holding me there tight, without words, it was like you already owned me.

After a while, you let go, and stepped back so we could get a good look at each other. You were wearing nice clothes. Not fancy, but I could tell they were expensive and tailored, and that you took good care of them. I was hit with a pang of insecurity. Compared to you, I was a mess in one of my “nice” outfits. What can I say, I loved a cheap sales rack. But the way your lips smirked as you looked me up and down, not just like I was your prey, but like I was a prize to prey on. After a few pleasantries, you grabbed my waist and led me to the entrance of the restaurant. The boldness with which you held and guided my body, like you needed it, god, it made me feel so sexy. So yours.

It was a fancy place, some sort of modern French restaurant you’d picked out. I was more of a hole-in-the-wall thai restaurant kind of guy, but you’d insisted on the eloquence.

You didn’t need small talk to fill the brief gaps between hosts and water fillers and the waiter, you just watched me as I fidgeted and scanned the menu.

“Have you been here before?” I asked to fill the silence, but you just shook your head and smiled at me. “What?” I insisted.

“I’m just… making plans for you.”

By the look on your face, they weren’t pure-thought plans, but I didn’t get the chance to follow up because the waiter approached and began his recitations. When he asked if we were ready to order, before I could say i was still browsing, you said yes and ordered a bottle of wine, then your plate - and then mine. Some sort of steak something. I was stunned, in the best way. By the time I came to my senses, the waiter was gone.

“Oh I was gonna get the-“ Just the look in your eye stopped me. It wasn’t menacing, it was almost entertained. And I could see the gears turning in your mind. “I just, I don’t like to eat a lot meat, I’d prefer something plant based if it’s on the menu.“

“Noted. Well we’re not going to bother the waiter again, so tonight you’ll eat the meat, but I’ll keep it in mind going forward. I’ll only order you meat when it’s worth it, or when I want to fuck with you.”

“Fair enough. For your ‘meat’, however, I’ll go, ya know, full carnivore diet,” I joked. Then you laughed. Just a bit. But it felt like a victory.

“Yeah you’ll be getting a steady diet of that,” you said, joking even though you meant it. And with that, the ice was broken.

From there it was a daze. I’d forgotten the feeling after being single for so long, so I wasn’t expecting it. I was at your beck and call. My free time consisted of waiting around for you. But it never felt pathetic because you were the same way. You checked in with me whenever you had a moment, you were interested in knowing all of me.

Anytime you knew I was home, you’d end up showing up. It kept me on my feet, but it was never exhausting. You’d come in, kiss me up against the wall, and never wasted much time before you got me screaming for you. You knew I’d fight back if I could, and sometimes you wanted that, but usually you’d just tie me up so you could enjoy my screams unencumbered while you used me as a punching bag and turning me into a squealing hog as you push me past my limits. Over time, you started to reveal more of your demons. We tried things I’d never even thought of before. You knew you had my trust, but you were always prepared to manage my instincts. I was tied up already when I realized you were going to fist me for the first time, and that was the right call.

But afterward, while I lay on the floor panting myself back to life, ass cheeks bright red and balls aching, you’d be in the kitchen making me a sandwich. There were days when I was not in the mood, and you coerced me into things I resented you for, but you always knew you had to earn the right to fuck me up the way you got to, and you never faulted on the effort. The exchange was real. You made me your prince, and I gave you a canvas for your sadism.

Slowly you gained more and more control. When we went shopping you’d pick out my new clothes, and over time I was wearing exclusively what you wanted me to. You encouraged the hobbies you knew were good for me by engaging in them with me, and you made trying to quit my bad habits fun, with challenges and rewards. You’d tie me up in stress positions and search through my phone, scrutinizing me, punishing me if you saw anything you didn’t like by fucking my gag-opened throat, squeezing my balls, or jack-hammering a dildo up my ass until I squirted piss.

By the time we were going steady, you knew everything about me, and I you. I carried your seed proudly in my ass, dried on my face, in my hair, or all over my body whenever possible. And you never once ceased to surprise me with what came next. Our demons must’ve been dancing in hell for centuries before surfacing in us for this lifetime, because you always knew how to get me past my limit, you never once had to ask. We were a match made in purgatory, and there we continued to dance.

You’d take me to sex shops and ask the men around what they thought you should buy next to use on me. Sometimes you let them try something out on me in the back room. In public we were discreet, a normalish looking couple. But you did whatever you could to constantly keep my cock swoll and craving. A quick trip to the bathroom to quickly finger fuck me, a subtle lougie on my plate in the restaurant right before I dig in, or when you didn’t permit me to eat at all, just stare at my plate and yours as you ate both of them, leaving the scraps for me I’m lucky. Anything to fuck with my mind, to keep me on edge.

But my god, were you a romantic, too. It wasn’t just the lust stored up in my balls that had me swooning for you — it was the way you made me feel. Never shamed. Never degraded. You cherished the opportunity to love me, and you constantly earned the permission to harm me.

You loved my mind. And I loved yours. You knew how things worked, you could build things and keep them in order. You helped my chaos take shape. For as much as you were teaching me, you were always excited to learn from me, too. About the earth, plants, history, politics, existentialism. You loved the way I could rant. You’d send me igniting questions just to hear my long ass voice memo rants. You loved my stories, too. You cherished me. I wasn’t just a hole. I was what made you whole. And visa versa.

We moved in together after a few months. Our places were both small so we started fresh together in a new place. That was going to be the real test of our yin and yang. You lived in order. Unused furniture. Cold hard tile. No clutter. Couldn’t keep a plant alive to save your life. And here I was with my zoo of pets, my forest of houseplants, my extensive gardening plans, my mountain of art, books, and rocks.

I didn’t know it’s what you’d been searching for. There was a life in me you’d been missing. A warmth in my atmosphere you craved to build into your own.

My pets had already gotten used to you being around my place, but within a week, they became your pets too. You gave me the reigns when it came to decor. Except for the front yard, it was important for you to maintain suburban appearances, even though I begged to let me make us the weird house on the block. Plus the big room in the basement, that was yours - off limits to me.

I worked from home, but you had a normal 9-5. Plus you traveled occasionally for work. Your longest trip was two weeks, which was the longest I’d ever been consistently caged.

Most days you’d leave me with some sort of predicament to keep me thinking of you while I worked. Always locked, but you’d also alternate between suctions on my nips, a plug in my ass, clothespins on my balls - whatever particularity you’d woken up with that day.

When I had to run errands, you’d plug me up with an app controlled vibrator and tracked my location to make sure it hit at the most compromising times. There was no detail too small to warrant your attention. I was so consumed by you, my doubts never had a chance to catch up. Eventually they fell so far behind that they gave up entirely.

You also loved to control my bladder. Give me outrageous water quotas to consume and then insist I get permission before I’m able to go. I’d spend hours in agony waiting for you to respond, knowing that if I went without permission I’d face the consequences when you got home. Sometimes I think you ignored my texts just so you could go extra hard on me that night. You loved waterboarding me with piss as a punishment, but sometimes I just became your and your dom friends urinal for the weekend as punishment.

Your dom friends didn’t come around often, but when they did, I know you loved watching me getting plowed and destroyed just so you could be the one to finish it off and nurse me back to health.

You liked turning my back and ass bright red, and as soon as the marks would fade, you’d be sure to replenish them. You’d had a thing for chewing on my nipples from the start, but it’d become a part of the daily routine so they were tough and callused and constantly swollen by now.

One night a concerned neighbor overheard my screams from a particularly painful group session and called the police. When they showed up, you had no choice but to let them inside and showed them me, fully tied up and disposed. They asked if I was alright and I said yes, and they left. It was the most humiliated I’d ever been. I guess one of the cops slipped you his card for a reason, because the next time you had a group over to use me, he was there, and that sick fuck certainly upped the ante. You always knew how to chose the right guys, and I always trusted you to be thorough in ensuring they were safe and sane… relatively speaking.

I started to enjoy domestic life more and more. You were working hard for a promotion. You wanted to be able to make my full time job being yours, and did too. I sent you off for work each day with a fresh packed lunch and a wet cock from fucking my face against the door before you walked out of it. Your cum was only breakfast until you decided at lunch if I could eat before you got home.

If I had a day off and you didn’t, you loved to tie me up, store me under the bed or in a closet, plugged, caged, clamped, and struggling for you until you got home. The days you decided to stay out late after work nearly destroyed me, but you were always there to pick up my pieces.

On weekends and evenings, you often liked to work in the garage, working on your car or building some new contraption to use on me. If I had nothing going on, you’d give me challenges. For instance, you’d whip the bottom of my feet until it hurt to walk, then send me on long barefoot walks with challenging time limits and track my every step. For every minute I was late, it was a minute of hell when I got back. When you got to tie me up and really go for it for a few minutes of time. Ball torture, whip lashes, or whatever devious thing you’d been aching to try but knew would be a tough sell on me.

I cooked for us most nights, I was lucky you loved my cooking, but we went out and ordered in a fair amount too. Sometimes you’d decide to control my food intake for a few months at a time. Crazy calorie limits for a few weeks, followed by massive calorie binges just to watch my belly grow and my discomfort as you pushed on it. Or you’d keep me so busy getting fucked and tortured or stoned and stored away for an entire weekend that I never get the chance to eat, and by the time you offer me substance, I’m willing to eat a rock dry steak covered in your piss and cum off the floor with my hands tied behind my back.

When you were around, you preferred me uncaged, because you liked how easy it was to get me swollen and leaking and desperate. The denial was even hotter without the cage. But when you were gone, whether for a work day or a work trip, you held my key. You let me keep an emergency key for my peace of mind, but you’d duct-taped it up and drawn an intricate pattern on it, so you’d always know if I’d used it. And I never did. Being your good boy was the easiest thing in the world.

One night you called me down to the basement, where the door to your private room was open. It was the first time I’d seen inside, and to my utter shock, it was a full on sound proofed red-room. It hadn’t even crossed my mind, I just thought you wanted a man-cave. You’d never had a problem using the whole house as a torture chamber for me. We’d only discussed a possible red room if we decided to start a family one day. I walked to the doorway and gasped. Inside the room, you were bent down on one knee, holding out a cock cage with a beautiful stone ring inside of it.

You wanted me caged for the entirety of the engagement, to finally be released on our wedding night. Of course I accepted, but on the condition that you also fake proposed not in a sex chamber so we had a story to tell friends and family. You’d already planned it. That’s where we were headed for dinner tonight, the same French place we first met. This just is day one. I’m hoping for a quick engagement, but you’re talking about a big ass wedding that’ll take ages to plan.

I’m not worried. I’d stay locked forever for you if I had to. You’ve got me right where you want me, and I’m right where I’ve always wanted to be.

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I call that manifestation

CNC story. All are 18+yo. I'm writing this while it's all still fresh in my mind even though some details are a bit hazy.

I'm from the UK but on a solo holiday abroad at the moment. There are two things I've always wanted to try and these are cnc and cruising. I've always fantasised about cnc but never had the courage to agree to a meeting like that. Two nights ago I decided to live out the other fantasy and went to a cruising bar.

I had a few drinks before I left so I got there already tipsy. Otherwise I didn't think I'd have the nerve to try it out. The place was incredibly busy despite it being a Wednesday night due to holiday season. I arrived, paid for the entrance, and received a locker key and a drink token to use downstairs.

As I was going down the stairs I got a feel for the place. It was very dark with neon lighting in some places, just enough to be able to see what a person more or less looked like, but not bright enough to recognise someone later outside the bar. It was also loud with aggressive music playing non-stop. A few people walked past me, mostly older than me, and one of them gave me a wink.

I found my locker and quickly changed. The outfit I chose for myself was a pair of white jockstraps, high white Adidas socks, and white sneakers. I left the rest of my clothes in the locker and locked it together with my phone. I was already getting looks from other guys in the changing area but I ignored them and quickly headed to the bar area.

There I got myself a vodka soda and pretty much downed it in under a minute to relax even more. The bar was super busy and there was a group of guys there who were I'd say in their 30s. They were fairly muscular and completely naked. I couldn't help starting at them and their cocks which were fairly big while still soft. One guy noticed me looking at them and tapped the other ones on their shoulders, and tilted his head towards me when they turned around. They were all staring with me for a moment and then went back to their conversation.

I sat at the bar a couple more minutes when the alcohol hit me and I started to feel more drunk than tipsy. And that's when the guy at the bar handed me a vodka shot and said it's from one of the guys. I was surprised but I smiled and thanked him, and then looked at the group again, nodded and downed it in one go. They all smiled and kept chatting among themselves but every now and then I got a look from one of them. Shortly after, the bartender handed me two more shots.

At that point I felt like I had to do something else than just sit on my ass and drink in the bar. So I mustered the courage, finished both shots one after the other, thanked the guy again and then waived at the group smiling, mouthing "thank you" over the music. After that I started to walk around the cruising bar to explore.

This is when the things get a bit hazy because of the alhocol. I think I walked around for good 15-20min, eyeing different guys and letting them touch me all over. Even though it was busy I was in a minority as a young guy, so I felt I was getting a lot of attention which I found hot. Eventually I bumped into the group from the bar. The music was too loud for me to chat with them but tried to say thank you again. The guy who bought the shots for me didn't answer but he smiled and put his head on my ass, and I looked back at him in a flirty way feeling all cocky from the alhocol although I was getting a bit nauseous too from drinking too fast, but I decided to go with it. He quickly located my hole and started touching me around it.

After a moment he took his hand back, spat on it, and then put it back, this time sliding one of the fingers inside of me. At this point I should say that I am very tight, like actually right. When I have sex, I always need to relax myself with a buttplug before I can take a dick. But with the alhocol I managed to relax enough for his finger to slide in despite some resistance. He was maintaining eye contact with me the whole time and could see my grimace showing it did hurt a bit. This only encouraged him and after not even fingering me briefly he took his finger out, spat on his hand again, pulled me closer with his free hand, and then shoved two fingers inside me as deep as he could.

I jumped from the pain and pushed him away which made him laugh. He then smiled again, held up his hands and mouthed "sorry" to calm me down, which I let him do. When I allowed him to get closer again he pushed me on my knees and shoved his dick in my face. It was already rock hard and big, easily 7.5 inches. I was surprised but also was feeling turned on by him being dominant so I focused on sucking his dick well to please him. When he felt my lips around his cock he didn't waste any time and just rammed it in deep. I immediately started to gag and push against his legs but he held me firm, my legs were floundering as I was trying to get up or push away from him but it made no difference, and he held me there a little longer until finally releasing me.

I collapsed backwards gasping for air and pushed myself against a wall behind me. When I looked up I saw the guy whose dick I just sucked, talking to one of his friends from the bar. They were looking at me. The other one nodded and walked away. The guy who stayed was looking at me and started stroking his dick.

At that point things are really hazy because the alcohol hit me the hardest, especially those two last shots. I was feeling dizzy and like I was about to be sick. I tried to get up and managed but had to lean against the wall. The guy walked up to me with a smile again and said I don't look so good and that he'd help me. He had an English accent. I was disoriented and just let him do that and he started walking with me through the corridor and the cruising maze.

When we stopped, we were in one of the smaller lockable rooms. The music was still blasting loud and all I wanted to do was go to sleep. The guy was still holding me up and I kept closing my eyes. He said I should lie down and rest up for a moment which I was happy to do. Only then I realised he guided me into a sling which was hanging in that room.

When he put me in it, the world was swirling and I was trying not to be sick. But I could feel him put my legs into the loops hanging above the sling. As I had sneakers on, he struggled fitting them through but once he did, I couldn't easily take them out. Once he's done that he locked eyes with me and the best way I can describe it was that he looked so fucking excited, smiling wide and slowly touching my legs and ass.

"I think I'm gonna be sick" I said but he didn't acknowledge it and kept touching me all over, even stroking my dick briefly. I think I remember him commenting it wasn't very big so he wouldn't suck it, and then putting it back in the jockstrap. He also noticed I had two condoms tucked in on the side of the jockstrap. He took them out and then walked to a near bin in the room, and binned them.

When I heard a knock on the door to the room, I looked up and realised the room was actually locked. The guy walked up and opened it, and the three other guys from the bar went in. They locked the door and started chatting among themselves but I couldn't hear them over the music as they were not standing right next to me.

I started to try and fight the nausea and reached for my legs trying to take them out of the loops. One guy noticed me struggling trying to take one leg out and walked up to me, grabbing my hands and placing them over my head and being me, and he stood there. The other guys walked up and stood around me, and they started to stroke their dicks.

The guy whose dick I briefly gagged on earlier stood right in front of my spread legs and started touching me again. He was looking giddy when he leaned over me and just stared in my eyes. I knew what was about to happen and I knew I couldn't do anything.

The guy being me was holding my arms and despite now kicking with my legs in the air, I couldn't do anything except make them laugh at my attempts. The guy on my left was stroking his hard dick which seemed similar size as the first guy, but the one on my right was more average but semi soft. The guy who was already hard said to the other that he needed to "fix that semi". The guy laughed and then unexpectedly slapped me in the face. My eyes were wide open in shock after I recoiled and I saw him stroking his dick with one hand, and he bitch slapped me again with the other.

I didn't care about looking weak or anything at that point and was openly pleading and asking him to please stop but he didn't care. As he kept slapping me in the face his dick got hard quickly and the other guys cheered for him when they noticed that.

What came next was a mix of sensations as I was being touched all over. The guy behind me was now holding only one of my hands, and guy on the left was helping him out and holding my other hand. The guy behind me reached for past my chest and stomach and grabbed my dick through the jock. I wasn't even semi hard and all I wanted to do was leave. The guy squeezed my bulge and laughed, commenting that the first guy was right and he "didn't need to see that".

Guy on my right with his dick fully hard now was rubbing it in my face and eventually pushed it down my throat. As I chocked and started moving around he pulled his dick out and slapped me harder than before. It hurt so much and I could feel my face burning. "If I feel any teeth you'll regret it" he said and forced me to nod in acknowledgement. After I did he shoved his cock back in, switching it up from pushing it down my throat and into my cheers from the inside. Each time he was shoving it in my cheek, the guy on the other side was tapping my face from the outside as if trying to massage the other guy's dick. It felt like they were so in synch like they'd done that before to someone else.

It was all happening simultaneously but the last thing I felt was pressure on my hole. I was fucking scared at that point and breathing deep trying to relax for what was about to happen. I couldn't even look at the guy as my face was turned sideways, dick in my throat and being slapped on the face by the other guy. But the sensation of his big cock on my ass was overwhelming.

As I thought to myself that I hoped he'd use lube, he pulled away from my hole. I felt such relief but it was only momentary. The guy leaned over me, his face close to mine. The other guys stopped playing with me and as I opened my eyes and looked at the guy was about to fuck me, he was smiling still and he said "since you can't suck dick, your spit from earlier is all you're getting".

I could feel tears well up in my eyes as he straighted up and put his dick close to my hole again. The other guys were all stroking their dicks as if trying not to interrupt anything. They kept looking between the first guy's dick lining up with my ass and my face, trying not to miss my reaction. I then felt the guy's fat cockhead push inside dry and I started pleasing again.

"Please please please please please please..." but it didn't change anything as he kept pushing in deeper and deeper. I was incoherent at that point and just saying random things, asking for a break, that I wouldn't say or do anything, and I needed to go. But they were all ignoring my pleas. After an eternity the guy's cock was inside me and I could feel his stomach against my ballsack. Despite that I could feel him trying to change angles to fit it in even deeper if it was possible. He then pulled back, stopped and rammed it inside with one swift move which made me cry out in pain.

I couldn't take a dick like that on a good day without prep and there he was fucking me with no lube. I was in so much pain and he didn't care. He places his arms on my things and I kept swinging back and forth in the swing to give him more momentum so he could fuck me even harder. Guys on my sides and behind my head kept swapping between whose dick was being sucked and who was massaging my face and throat, trying to feel the other guy's dick inside me.

He must have fucked me for at least 10min at a steady pace before he started speeding up before he slammed it deep inside for the last time. I could feel his dick throb inside me as he unloaded. As he pulled out the other three guys almost raced each other who would go next. No one was holding my hands anymore but I didn't have the energy to resist anymore. What came next was a blur of the other guys fucking me, slapping and squeezing my dick.

All three fucked me but only two finished inside me. The last guy was the one who first got hard from slapping my face. After he used my ass for long enough, he pulled out and walked to the side of the sling. He didn't want me to suck his dick, he just stood there stroking it with one hand and touching me with the other. I then felt him squeeze my dick and balls hard, and I jumped in the sling again which he clearly enjoyed watching. He then gave me a few slaps but didn't seem content with my limited reaction and pleading at that stage. He seemed annoyed and walked away for a moment.

Not long after I saw the guy who fucked me first again. The guy who was yet to come was stroking his dick, trying to get him hard again, and it looked like he was trying to convince him to do something. I heard him ask "for a friend?" to which he nodded.

As the guy got fully hard again he walked up to me again "It's your unlucky day boy". As he shoved his dick inside of my again I braced myself for another fuck but what came next was worse. The last guy who was still to come walked up from one side of me and one of the other two joined from the other side. I then felt one of the friends reach towards my stomach, then dick, and last it towards my ass. I then realised what they were going to do as I felt the guy's fingers slide inside my ass stretching it even further with the first guy's cock already fucking me. I was in a new type of pain again and started to sob and throw my hands around. The last guy had to hold them to my chest again.

This seemed to encourage the remaining guy who started stroking his dick again as he was watching my face intently. As he was stroking his dick he told the guy on the other side "more", which he understood immediately and I felt one more finger force his way inside of my ass and felt it trying to massage the other guy's dick.

My cries must have done the trick as the guy started grunting and stroking his dick faster, and eventually slapping my face too which got him over the edge. I eventually felt ropes of hot cum shoot on my face and into my eyes. The fucking, fingering and slaps continued until the remaining guy shot his last drop of cum. It all went quiet after that as I felt the guys retreat.

With cum in my eyes I couldn't see much but after a moment I heard the door unluck and the room went completely quiet. First I just stayed there gasping for breach and trying to collect myself. But I then found the energy to get my legs free and pulled myself out of the sling.

Cum was dripping down my face and down my legs. I was feeling weak and wobbly but made my way to the toilets to clean up and then my locker. I got quite a few looks from guys on my way there, and one guy even slid his finger up my ass which went in easily now stretched and with so much cum inside of it. But I didn't pay it much attention anymore.

When I found my locker, I quickly changed and left in a hurry, fully sober. It's been two days and my hole is still sore. If you're a top and you find this hot, message me as I'd be keen to understand those guys' perspective.