I was at a bar by myself, drinking some beer and watching a basketball game on the big screen. I had a rough day at work, and this was my way of unwinding for the night. I had maybe three drinks when a guy sat next to me. I didn't pay much attention at first, but he started talking to me, and after a few minutes we were discussing the game, the strategy, and things like that. We chatted for a while, and sometime in there I got up and used the bathroom.

    I was at the urinal, doing my thing. I heard the door open...again, didn't pay much attention at first. I finished, and when I turned around I saw the guy at the sink, the guy who was sitting next to me. He was washing his hands in a sink, but a similar sink was next to it, so I washed my hands there. I said "hi" but nothing else. That's when everything went downhill.

    When I turned to walk out, he stood in front of the door, in my way. I went to walk around him, excusing myself, but he put his hand on my shoulder. "I don't think so, John."

    My face froze. I looked him in the eye...unsure what to do. "How do you know my name?"

    "You can't leave yet." He half-turned to the door and locked it.

    "Wait...what?" I was completely confused.

    "You aren't leaving until you suck my dick." He said it in a matter of fact tone...not even a sense of joking.

    "What the fuck...get out of my way man." I tried to push him to the side. He was a lot bigger than me...easily 8-9 inches taller and a lot bigger. Muscular. He grabbed me and easily pushed me to the wall.

    "Maybe you didn't hear me, bitch!" he yelled. His hand went around my throat, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he forced me to look at him in the face. "You aren't going anywhere until you suck my dick."

    "Look man, I don't know if I gave you the wrong impression, if I said something that made you think I was interested.....but I'm not even gay. I...I was just talking to you in the bar."

    "I didn't ask if you are gay. I clearly told you that you aren't leaving until you do what I say. Now if you don't get on your knees right now, I'm going to hurt you. And hold your hands behind your back"

    I looked him in the eye. He wasn't kidding. He had a gleam in his eye that told me he was completely serious. He was willing to hurt me, and he was more than able. Reluctantly, I slunk down to my knees. His hand was still on my face. I looked up at him. "I...can't. Come on man..."

    His grip on my neck and face tightened. "STOP calling me 'man,' you little bitch. If you talk to me you call me MASTER, you got it fag? Now shut the hell up and unzip my pants."

    I didn't express it, but inside I scoffed. There was no way I was calling this guy "Master." "Can you let me up?"

    He let go of my face and smacked me. He hit so hard I fell to the side; I had to catch myself on the wall to keep from falling. My face burned, I blinked a few time to see straight. I turned back to him and started to get up, but he grabbed my hair and held me in position on my knees. "For the last time...you aren't leaving until I say you can. Now if you don't stop talking and do what I say, I'm going to get mad, and you don't want that."

    I felt a lump in my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Please..."

    "Unzip my pants with your teeth. NOW." He pushed my face to his crotch. His belt and fly were an inch from my face, and a bulge was growing in his jeans.

I was sick to my stomach and really did not want to do this, but it was apparent I had no choice. His hand still tightly clenched in my hair, I used my tongue to get the zipper out and my teeth to pull it down. I closed my eyes as I unzipped him....I didn't want to see.

At that moment someone pounded on the door. My heart skipped a beat. The man who held me on my knees yelled that he would be done in a minute.

He used his free hand to adjust his open fly, and his rock hard dick sprung out. It was MUCH bigger than mine...at least 8 inches. It hovered, the tip level with my nose.

"Don’t just stare at it like it's gonna do a trick, dumbass!" he scolded. "Open that mouth."

I still had resistance in me. I turned my head as best I could and clenched my mouth shut.

Faster than I could realize, he kicked my balls. I grunted but could barely flinch, his hand still holding me upright. My hands were behind me, fingers interlocked. I didn't dare move them. The pain shot through my body and began to ache horribly. He repeated his order for me to open my mouth. I shut my eyes and opened up.

I felt it go between my lips, on my tongue. I was horrified. I was straight...this was not something I was supposed to do. It went farther back until I thought I would gag. This was impossible though, his cock actually blocked and passage for me to gag.

He held me there. I could feel his pubes tickling my nose. My gag reflex was going...trying its best to expel the cock in my throat. He moaned a little...my reflexes were massaging his cock.

"Open your eyes, girl... look at me!"

I slowly opened my eyes. The only thing I saw first was his pubes in my face. I looked up and caught his gaze down at me. I looked him dead in the eye while he pulled my face away from him, only to push it back. He went slowly at first...enjoying my mouth. His cock tasted sweaty and was hot in my mouth.

He produced a cell phone from his pocket and flipped it open. In an instant, I knew what he was doing. He must have seen the terror in my eyes because he told me that if I took my mouth off his cock he would knock my teeth out with his boot. I watched helplessly as he slowly fucked my face and took pictures on his phone.

"You're going to be a good bitch now...kiss the end of my cock while you look up at me smiling. Lick it." I did as I was told...forcing a strained smile while I obeyed him.

He forced himself in my mouth again. He pumped harder and started to speed up. He put both his hands around my head and thrust his hips into me. He went faster, at a maniacal pace. He wasn't looking at me anymore, but I didn't dare take my eyes off of him. His head rolled back and his fingers tightened around my head. He moaned loud, and I suddenly I felt his cum in my mouth. It filled my mouth, dribbled down my throat.

He held my head in place, his semi-hard cock still in my mouth. "Swallow it. Any that you drop you’re licking off the floor."

He pulled his now-flaccid cock from my mouth. I knew he was not kidding. I closed my eyes and braced myself. I gulped it down quickly...trying not to think of what I had just done.

He laughed, and made me open my mouth and look up so he could see that I had, indeed, obeyed him. He zipped his pants and ordered me to stand. I did so quick...happy to get off the men's room floor.

"Give me your wallet," he said with his hand extended.

"Come on man...I can't-"

"You will call me Master, bitch! Now give me your wallet!"

I sighed, reached in my pocket, and handed him my wallet. I stood impatiently waiting for him to let me leave.

He flipped it open, took my license out, and tossed the wallet back to me.

"Here’s the deal. You are going to follow me outside and get in my truck. Don’t try to run, don't ask questions, just do it. Got me?"

"And if I don't?"

"I'm pretty sure that's a question...but I'll tell you anyways. If you don't, I will find you." He held up my license. "I will find you, your family, friends, I'll find where you work. And everyone you know is going to get a copy of these pictures I took."

My stomach twisted in knots. He had me. He would easily be able to find where I live, follow me to work, to friends. He had pictures of me sucking him off. I briefly considered cops. I couldn't do that! I would have to tell them everything...they would see the pictures...everyone would know what I did.

I stood there, realizing my life was being turned upside down, when he walked out the door. It seemed like 10 minutes, but it was only a few seconds before I opened the door walked out, and headed to the exit, a few steps behind my new Master.

****

We walked to his truck outside, which was in the farthest, darkest spot available. The truck was big...probably a three-ton. The bed had a cap on it with tiny windows as decoration. I watched as he opened the tailgate and told me to get in.

Realizing I had little choice, I reluctantly crawled onto the bed. He ordered me to sit up, which I did. He produced a pair of handcuffs and locked my wrists behind my back. He picked up a roll of duct tape from the truck bed and wrapped it around my eyes. He didn't tape my mouth, but pushed me back into the truck bed and slammed the tailgate shut. Moments later the truck started and we were moving.

I was in complete darkness. I slid myself towards the cab, and rested against the side of the truck bed and cap. I needed to buckle down and think. What was going to happen to me? What did this guy want? There was no way for me to escape at the moment...I couldn't see, my hands were cuffed and we appeared to be flying up a highway.

It must have been an hour later that we started to slow down and make some turns. The entire time I was going through everything in my head...what he made me do. What he said. It played over and over in my head. But then we stopped. The engine cut. I heard the driver’s door open and shut.

Soon afterwards, I heard the tailgate unlock and open. At his orders, I crawled towards him and slid out of the truck. He grabbed my left arm tightly by the bicep and walked. I kept my pace with him, hoping I wouldn't trip over myself in the dark. We stopped, and I heard him unlocking a door. He pulled me with him, stepping inside.

He took my blindfold off, and it took me a second for my eyes to adjust to the light from his home. We were in his kitchen. It was very nice...a large place. He seemed very clean...nothing was out of place.

He led me to the living room, where he unlocked my hands from behind me and relocked the cuffs in front. He warned me the whole time of how he would not tolerate me fighting back. Not that I had a chance anyways....he never once let go of my wrist while he switched the cuffs up front.

He stood in front of me and unbuckled my belt. I begged him not to, but he pulled them down and pulled on them so I had to step out of them to avoid falling. He tossed my jeans to the side, reached in his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. He opened the blade easily with one hand. He had a glint in his eye and licked his lips as he slit my shirt from the neck down. I closed my eyes, terrified he was going to knick me. He grabbed the side of my boxers by the elastic, and I heard the blade tear through them. I opened my eyes and I was naked in front of him.

He sat in a large leather chair and ordered me to kneel. I slowly knelt and scooted to him on command.

"I guess it's time you learn just exactly what is going on," he said. He stared at me for a second, taking in the sight of me naked and kneeling in front of him. He explained to me that he had always wanted a slave whom he could control, use and abuse, and I was it. "From now on...you are mine. You will do everything I say, when I say it, how I say it, or you will be severely punished. You will do housework; you will be my sex slave. I will do what I want with you. I'm going to torture you, I'm going to break you down, I'm going to make you my personal little bitch, and there is nothing you can do about it. If you try to escape, I'll send the pictures of you sucking my cock to everyone you know. I own you, bitch, so you better get used to it."

He paused, and asked if I had questions. He advised me this would be the only time I would ever be allowed to question him.

"Please don't do this to me....I can't do t his. Let me go...I won't say a word. But I'm not....gay. I can't do this....." My voice cracked as I spoke.

He chuckled. "Boy...I've already done it to you. I don't give a rat’s ass if you're gay or not. From now on you're my little faggot, and you'll do as I say. Anything else?"

A tear ran down my face. My voice cracked some more. "What are you going to do to me? When can I go?"

Master smiled a wicked grin and leaned forward. He was almost face to face with me now. "Slave, you can't go. You are mine forever....this is your new home. And I just gave you a summary of what will happen to you....trust me you will find out more as we go along."

I let out an innocent sounding sob. I knew he was serious. I was trapped here. He was blackmailing me from escaping, even if I was able to get out of my chains.

He leaned back comfortably in his chair. "My feet are killing me. Why don't you take my boots and socks off and make them feel better?"

His feet were directly in front of me, so, with shaking hands I unlaced both work boots and set them aside. I took his socks off and set them next to the boots. I sat back and looked up at him.

"When I said make them feel better, I didn’t mean just take my boots off. Clean them with your tongue, boy! And clean them good."

I put my cuffed hands on the floor for balance as I essentially bowed down to the man who was now my Master. His shoes had been on all day...I could tell by the sweaty smell. I kissed his right foot a few times, and then his left, hoping this would please him. Of course it didn't...He spread his toes on his left foot and ordered me to clean between them. I closed my eyes, stuck my tongue out and licked between each toe. I licked the tops of his feet, and at his command even sucked on his big toe. My face burned with humiliation...I could not believe thus was happening to me.

When he had finally had his fill, he ordered me back up to my knees and he stood. He attached a chain leash to the chain of my handcuffs and ordered me to follow him, as if I had a choice. We went upstairs and down a long hall to his bedroom.

He had a large bed, with a large wooden headboard and footboard. A chain was wrapped around one of the large wooden legs of the footboard. It was locked with a padlock, and attached to the chain was a short chain with a shackle.

He walked me to the foot of the bed, bent down and locked the shackle around my left ankle. He produced a key from his pocket, unlocked my wrists, only to lock them behind me again. He ordered me to kneel and then he began undressing.

"It's late...time for bed. You aren't allowed in my bed. You will sleep on the floor, locked to the bed. Every night, before I go to bed, you're going to suck my dick."

By now he wore only his boxers, his rock hard cock jutting straight out of the crotch-hole. He stepped toward me and ran his hand through my hair, looking down at me. His cock was pointing right at me.

"Make it feel good, boy."

I sighed, realizing how I did not have much of a choice. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, taking him in. I slid my lips over his shaft, and used my tongue to attw.pt to please him. I bobbed my head back and forth over him, trying not to think of what I was doing.

"Damn you have a hot mouth." he sighed. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock down to the hilt. I tried not to gag, but couldn’t help it. I tried to breathe but barely was able.

"We're going to work on that gag reflex. I want you taking me all the way with no problems."

He thrust his hips faster. I just sat there on my knees with my mouth in an 'o' shape and waited. A second later, he moaned loudly and pushed my face into his crotch, his cock going deeper into my throat. I felt his cock convulse and then the warm feeling of his seed spilling into me. He sighed and thrust a few more times. As he pulled out I felt it on my tongue. He stood for a few seconds with his half erect cock in my mouth. He pulled it out, and at his order I licked the head to clean it.

"Now kiss it and tell me what you are."

I was near vomiting as it was, and this was not going to help. I had to get out and get out fast. But that chance wouldn't come until he was asleep. So I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock.

"I'm...yours." I wasn't sure exactly what he wanted me to say.

"Close enough for now," he laughed and walked to the side of his bed. He turned the light off and reminded me that I had a full schedule tomorrow, so I should sleep. Minutes later, he was snoring.

For the next several hours, I tried to escape. It was pitch black in the room...the curtains blocked the moonlight. I felt the chain on the leg of the bed, felt around the shackle on my leg. I searched the carpet around me for anything I could use to pick the lock. When standing, all I could reach was a dresser, which I quietly rifled through and found nothing. After several long hours, I curled in a ball on the floor. I had to get free...but for now I cried myself to sleep.

It didn't seem like I slept long. When I woke up I heard the shower running in the bathroom next to the bedroom. My arms ached from being bound behind me all night, and I stretched as best I could.

I stood up and looked around the room to see if I could find the key to the cuff holding me to the bed. The nightstand next to the bed only had a lamp and a clock on it, the dresser top had a watch and some change. The TV was mounted to the wall so there was no TV stand, so I gave up on the idea of finding the key. I sat on the floor to check out the leg of the bed that I was shackled to. It had a unique hourglass shape to it, and the cuff on opposite my leg was cuffed to the narrow center. The cuff would not slide off, so I knew I was stuck at least for a while.

The shower stopped, and I laid down on the floor, as I was before. I closed my eyes, hoping he would think I was still asleep if when he walked in. I heard him shuffling around, probably drying off and getting ready for the day. I lost a little patience and opened my eyes, which was a mistake because as soon as I did, he walked in.

"Well hi there," He said casually as he walked past me. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist and no shirt. "I have to go to work today, so you need to be a good boy and stay here." He put the watch from the dresser on his wrist, and opened the top drawer. He took out a pair of boxers, let the towel around his waist drop, and put them on.

"Eventually I will have you trained as an obedient, mindless bitch that won't escape. Until then I need to keep you in a place where I know you won't get anywhere." He smirked as he took a dress shirt from the closet. "I would leave you on the floor where you are, but I have something better in mind."

I lay there, hungry and cold, wishing this would end. What was he going to do with me? I watched him stand there in his boxers and a dress shirt, combing his hair. I needed to do something soon to get out of here!

"Luckily I don't have to be at work for a little while, so I have some time to play with you," he said as he pulled dress pants over his boxers. He walked over to me and ordered me on my knees. I cringed at the thought, but did it anyways.

As I knelt, he crouched beside me and produced a key from his pocket. He used it to unlock my ankle from the cuff. At his order I stood and he held my left arm and shoved me towards the door. He didn't say a word as he led me through a hall, down stairs and down another flight of stairs to the basement.

The basement was finished and looked very nice, with plush carpet and a big screen. A comfortable looking couch was set up with a coffee table with some magazines spread across it. We walked past it to a grey door. He opened the door, and inside was completely different. The floor was cement, the walls brick. What looked like some mildew was on one wall and the only tiny window in the room was boarded up. Towards one corner was a metal pole that went from floor to ceiling. In the middle of the ceiling hung shackles, and a steel folding chair sat in the corner to the left of the door. Nothing else was in the room except a drain on in the far corner.

"Until I have you broken and obedient, this is where you will spend any time you are not being of use to me. I will give you a blanket, and that is all. If you have to shit or piss, either hold it or just go. But if you go, you will be punished and you will hose it down that drain." He grabbed my wrists and unlocked my handcuffs. I rubbed them to east the ache that was left from having handcuffs on for such a long time. I didn't get far with that, though, as he took my left arm and raised it above my head, cuffing it to the shackle hanging from the ceiling. He did the same to my right. The whole time he did so, I begged him to stop.

"Please don't leave me here, I don't want to be here," I pleaded.

After I was cuffed, and helplessly exposed, he answered. "I don't care what you want," he laughed. He rubbed his hand down my body and walked around me in circles. "Such a nice girl, you are."

He stood behind me and I heard his zipper. I started to plead with him again, but his hand covered my mouth. "Not a word, bitch. You are allowed to scream or moan, but if you say another word until I tell you, I'm going to make this a lot worse for you." His hand left my mouth and I kept it shut. I felt a cold chill as I thought of what he was going to do to me, what I would be screaming about. I had an idea of what he meant and didn't like it.

A second later I felt something on my ass. It was his cock! A slight squeal left my lips as I thought of what was about to happen. He chuckled, and since he was behind me I didn't see the smirk on his face. "This is going in dry, bitch. I don't use lube."

With that he slowly pressed himself into me. My eyes got huge, my mouth opened wide but nothing came out. It was very painful, but I couldn't scream. I was holding my breath and didn't even realize it. He didn't go all the way in and pulled out. He did this a few times, as if to get a rhythm going. I started to make groaning sounds, not from pleasure by any means but from a mix of pain and humiliation.

I felt his hands on my hips and suddenly he thrust his entire cock into me. I clamped my eyes shut and let out a quick, painful scream. He held my hips in place and kept his rod inside me. I struggled against my bonds growled in humiliation, but he had me in an iron grip and his rock hard cock stayed planted to the hilt.

He laughed as I struggled and yelled at me "SCREAM, BITCH!" and laughed playfully. He started thrusting himself back and forth, getting a rhythm and staying with it. I tried not to give him the satisfaction but I couldn't help myself. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I begged him to stop, begged him. I cried and fought the bonds that held me up but it was futile. The whole time he just kept pounding at me, holding my hips and not letting me budge. My screams became hoarse and turned into mindless babbling, asking him to stop and begging to go.

He held my hips and pushed himself all the way in again and stayed there. His grip tightened and he moaned loudly, and I felt him come inside me. It was the most humiliating feeling I've ever had. I stopped struggling at this point and just stood there, completely dejected. I could feel the tears on my cheeks, and I couldn't cry anymore as I thought of that had just happened.

He pulled out of me and I heard his zipper again as he placed his member back into his pants. "If you weren't strung up like that, I'd have you clean this for me, but that's ok this time." He didn't even look at me as he walked out of the room, but he didn't shut the door. I watched the door for a moment and he returned with a bottle of baby powder and a small box.

"Now damn it, I told you if you said a word, I was going to make this worse." He set the baby powder down on the steel chair and opened the small box. At this point I realized it was a box of chalk. That was in the back of my mind, though as I realized that I made the mistake of talking to him, babbling my desperate pleas for the pain to stop just minutes earlier.

At his order I put both feet close together. He drew a box around them, then reached up and took my hands from the cuffs. He ordered me not to move, and I didn't. He was closest to the door and there was no way I would get past him. He picked up the baby powder and started to sprinkle it around the square, making his way outward. The smell of the powder was pleasant against the stale odor of the cold room.

"I'm going to work. You are to stand in that square, feet together, until I get back and let you out. If you step out of the square, it will leave footprints. If I see any disturbance in this powder when I get back tonight, I'm going to pull every one of your teeth out. Got it?"

I nodded, trying to hide my terror. I knew he was serious about my pulling teeth, and I realized that standing in this exact position until he got back might prove impossible. He kept sprinkling the powder around me and finally stopped when there was a 3-4 foot barrier of powder surrounding me. It would be impossible to step over it.

"I'll be back in about 9 hours. Don't move..." he teased. With that he turned the light out and shut the door. I was in pitch blackness again, and was scared to death to move.