Gay Master Straight Slaves
The Gay Master is back. 18+ Only. NSFW
Tim wasn’t sure how he felt in that moment. The man’s cum was all over his face, the camera recording and the vibrator still buzzing away at his prostate.
He had taken a man’s cock in his mouth. Long, firm and yet surprisingly soft at the same time. It had filled his mouth. Filled him.
During the act he had felt… complete.
Now. Now he was kneeling naked in a park while a gay man stroked his face and told him what a good cock loving whore he was.
A cock loving whore.
He just kept kneeling. Not cleaning the cum from his face. Not saying anything. Even as two more men came into the clearing, looked at him and started undoing their pants, Tim just remained there. On his knees. Waiting to be filled again.
"Now boy, imaging your lips locked around a superior gay man’s cock as his other slave fingers and lubes your tight pussy for fucking. One more week until Master is in town, boy. And then you will be trained to please him. Don’t forget - underwear only when you’re at home…"
Arnaud gave in to the pounding Stephen was giving him.
"Ple-e-e-ease! Fuck me. Make me a slave to cock!"
Stephen kissed Arnaud’s back as he fucked the tight straight slave’s ass. Arnaud was ready to meet Stephen’s master. An older gay man with a taste for strong yet submissive muscle guys in their twenties. And an insatiable appetite for fucking…
Allan stood with his jeans around his ankles.
"You understand why you are here, boy?"
"I disobeyed my Mistress and she has sent me to you to learn humility and obedience."
"What did you forget boy?"
It was so quiet that the gay master almost didn’t hear him.
"Ever been fucked by a man before, boy?"
"No sir. Just by Mistress with her strapon, Sir."
"Get out of the jeans, boy. Come over here and I will collar you. Once that happens, you are mine for the weekend. By the end of the weekend you are going to be an obedient little fuck toy. Do you understand?"
"Is that what you want?"
Allan paused for a moment. Was it what he wanted?
As James fucked Todd for the third time that weekend, he realised how much he enjoyed his friend’s tight pussy.
The two slaves had to spend the weekend naked and at Master’s beck and call. Master constantly recorded them fucking, sucking and kissing. Then while they were fucked by their Master at night, they were made to watch the videos. See themselves being used.
And James realised just how sexy Todd was. Just how much he enjoyed being a fellow slave.
He couldn’t wait for Todd’s cock to be deep in his ass… converting it into a pussy…
"Dude! What are you saying?"
"I’ve been trained to submit to gay men. Fuck my straight pussy. I know you’ve been craving it, sir. Now You can have it. Whenever you want. I want you to be my gay master. Own my cock, my balls… may asspussy. Come on, dude. Take it now before anyone comes into the room. Feel the tight eager hole that wants to belong to you…"
"Quit stalling, boy. Take them off."
Ian hesitated. He tried to work out how he had been coerced into doing this. How he had found himself in the situation where he was stripping for another man with a camera. But this is what he had asked for. He had gone online to a fetish site and begged to be trained in being an obedience slave.
Of course he had been expecting a dominant woman to take control. But none of the Mistresses who had contacted him had been genuine. They had all been financial Dommes who lived far away.
But this guy. This Master. He was hypnotic. He had explained how a true submissive slave didn’t think about his orientation. Just that he would find pleasure in the act of submission.
And nothing was more submissive than a straight guy becoming a slave to a gay man.
Removed his pants. He knew he could call this off if it got too intense. But right now? He wanted to learn how to be a good slave…
Master grinned as the final photo came through. The three straight roommates had done well. They had fucked each other, cum in each other’s mouths and now lay on the bed naked and happy to have served him. What had started as a simple dare had certainly become something a lot hotter and fulfilling.
"Get to it boys."
Master starting taking photos as the three frat brothers started making out. One of them would get to spend the weekend with his girlfriend, one would be Master’s naked fuck toy for the weekend and the final one would be allowed to fuck the fuck toy before being locked into chastity for a fortnight.
They all worked to impress Master. But the trick was to not be too good, otherwise Master would pick the best performer to be his fuck toy. And the worst performer wouldn’t just be in chastity - he would be training to be a better fuck toy. In many ways he’d get more cock than the fuck toy would.
So there was an element of strategy - to make the other guys look either better or worse.
Master was truly ingenious at motivating his slaves…
Friendhisp - when you let your gay buddy fuck your straight ass because he couldn’t get any that night….
James was embarrassed by how much the underwear accentuated his bulge. But he had agreed to follow Master’s orders completely. Even though his role as a slave was to take gay cock in his ass and mouth when attending Master’s parties, he learned that having a good bulge gave the gay men something to grab on to and keep James in check.
A big cock and balls wasn’t always good for fucking, they were also a natural leash for gay men to keep straight slaves under control.
Later, as James lay in bed with his underwear in shreds, his cock and balls aching from being pulled, yanked and groped… he licked the taste of men’s cum from his lips and idly fingered his ass thinking about how much he loved to serve his Master.
Damon stood looking down at the mesh shorts he was wearing.
"Coach, these workout shorts hide nothing."
"I know, Rogers. But the team agreed to let the local gay business association sponsor us and part of that agreement is that the guys wear these shorts during training. This way the sponsors will know which guys they want to take home for the weekend in exchange for further funding."
"And what do we have to do if we get picked, Coach?"
"That’s up to you Rogers. Obviously the more you do to keep them pleased, the more funding we get. But you’ll never be forced to do anything you don’t want to. You will note that Bretts and Davis have both agreed to follow the punishment training route. Bretts, bend over and show Rogers what I mean."
Bretts bent over and Damon could see through the mesh shorts Bretts was wearing that he had some kind of sex toy with a padlock stuffed up his ass.
"Bretts didn’t perform well in training and has agreed to have a plug locked up his ass while on the field. He will have to practice his cock sucking skills tonight to be unlocked."
Damon couldn’t understand why, but his cock stirred at the thought of that.
Tony bit his little finger as he stood on the street.
The voice on his phone was commanding. Controlling. Not to be denied.
"No, Tony. You will stay locked in chastity for another week, boy. Forget a night on the town with the lads. You will be coming over every night this week for me to train your pussy. By the time you’re with a woman again, you’ll be thinking about how you earned it through serving my thick, long cock."
Tony’s cock strained uncomfortably in its cage when his master said “cock.”
"Yes Sir. My pussy needs to learn to accept your cock whenever you wish it to."
Master watched as the gay punk fucked Rob into the bed.
Rob’s training was coming along nicely. What had started off as a simple dare had developed into a full blown Master/slave arrangement. Rob would skip out on his girlfriend at a moment’s notice if his Master instructed him to.
And now, he would raise his pussy up for any man that his Master told him to. Even now he was moaning like a bitch on heat.
"Fuck me harder, Sir. Harder. Make my pussy yours."
"Right now I don’t want Master to let us out. I just want to be close to you Tom."
Tom looked Eddie right in the eyes.
"I want you in me, Eddie. Fill me. Take me and I’ll take you."
"Fuck, bro. Why does that turn me on so much?"
Tom ran his hand up Eddie’s hip, pulling him in to a deep and passionate kiss. His hand gripped Eddie’s naked buttock and squeezed.
When Master returned he would find the two slaves asleep on their mattress and covered in each other’s cum.
Jason and Matty didn’t know what came over them. Jason was deep inside Matty while Master filmed the two straight slaves succumbing to his commands.
It was so close. Intimate. Neither of them thought about what they were doing. It just felt right to kiss. To be this close. To please the man watching them.
Alex knelt on the bed looking at his Master.
Alex blushed. “Thank you Sir. I am yours.”
He ran his hands over his body. Nervous. Pleased. Excited. He had never expected he would love being a gay Dom’s slave. But he couldn’t wait to serve his master.
Melissa never allowed Tomas to wear clothes when he visited. Only his boxer briefs. At first he thought it was because she like looking at his sexy body. But soon he learned that his dominant girlfriend had a lot of Dom gay male friends and she liked to have someone for them to perve at and play with when they visited.
Often they would just drop by for a conversation with Melissa while Tomas knelt between their legs sucking cock, or sat next to them while they casually played with his cock and balls.
And he always found himself looking forward to the next weekend of humiliation.
Eric sent off the picture with a message “Wish you were here.”
Shortly after the phone bleeped.
"Give me your address then, boy."
He thought he had sent the photo to his girlfriend. He checked the ID. It was Chris. His gay study partner.
Eric responded. “Haha, sorry dude. That was meant to go to my girlfriend.”
"I understand how that can happen. Send me your address, boy."
Eric looked at the message. Something stirred in him. It was so authoritative.
He sent his address.
"Don’t get dressed. Be ready to be trained."
Eric felt his dick harden. What was he getting himself into?
Trimmed armpits, a tight thong and kneeling on a bed posing while this man took photos of him, Antonio couldn’t help but feel slutty.
His body on display like some object to be bought. The man was taking photos for some purpose that Antonio hadn’t asked about. He had just obeyed.
And when the man removed his own pants and underwear, Antonio knew this photo session was going to get even sluttier and he wouldn’t be doing anything to stop it.
"So you’re back."
Billy smiled at the gay guy in front of him.
"What are we going to do today then, Billy?"
Billy rubbed his hands over himself.
"I’m going to strip for you sir and you are going to use me however you want. Take whatever you want. Claim me, Sir. I’m all yours."
The camera flashed. Toby blushed. He had said he wanted to serve but he wouldn’t take any cock. Master had smiled and nodded. Now Toby was fucking himself with dildos while the superior man watched.
It wasn’t what Toby had in mind, but he had to admit… it was hot and he was enjoying it… maybe taking cock wouldn’t be such a bad thing either…
Just a thing to think about guys…
Justin looked at the man lying on his bed.
"They look good on you, boy."
Justin adjusted himself in the underwear he had been given.
"Thank you, Sir."
For the last two weeks his flatmate and master had made him strip naked whenever he got home. Now he was allowed to wear these tight, pink trimmed underwear so that when Master’s friends came over Justin wouldn’t hide in the bedroom in embarrassment.
He had originally been uncertain about flatting with a gay guy, but now. He loved being a slave. They had both agreed that Justin could stop at any time - and some weeks he’d take time off from the slave play - but eventually he would strip and let this man control him again.
Marco sat on the ground with his legs spread, his t-shirt in his hand. Master and his friends stood around the straight boy drinking their beers and laughing.
"It’s all good, babe," Marco spoke to his girlfriend over the phone while rolling his hips seductively at his Master, "I’ll see you at eight tonight."
He hung up and looked up at the men standing around him.
"Sirs, I am yours for two hours. Rip my shorts off and take me like the slave I am!"
Alan sat on the crate thinking about how he had ended up here. Melissa had awoken his urge to be treated as a submissive slave. She had locked him in chains and taken him over to her gay neighbour.
He had a safe word and was asked if he was willing to serve a man for a week. He had laughed but agreed to do it. Something in him just told him that he needed to obey.
Now it was sinking in. Did he really want this? The man had mentioned that he would be training Alan to take cock in both his mouth and ass. He had left Alan alone to think about whether he still wanted to be a slave to a gay master or not.
Alan thought about how he had ended up here. And wondered… why had he taken so long. He couldn’t wait to be instructed…
Sal was bored. He surfed the net looking for a hot chick to cam with but then came across a profile that stirred something in him. A guy tied up with a profile message - online straight slaves wanted for gay master.
Sal figured he’d tease this guy. What straight guy would actually be a slave to a gay guy.
After talking with the master for a while, Sal admitted the guy was pleasant enough to talk to. Sal agreed to send a picture of himself standing in his underwear. He was hot after all, who cared who saw the photo.
"Good boy. Now take off the underwear and show me your pussy."
Sal smiled. Like that would happen. Still. It was kind of fun to take the photo. There was something taboo and sexually stimulating about it.
Sal removed his underpants.
Two weeks later he would be sending naked pics every day and be begging to be trained to please a man’s cock with his mouth…
James never knew how much he appreciated his training until the day he looked at himself in the mirror in the new get up he had bought to tease his Master. His body looked stunning. He realised he was beautiful and sexy. Master had awoken in him a confidence he hadn’t realised he was missing.
He couldn’t wait to share that new found confidence with his girlfriend. But first, he needed to thank his Master…
"Bro, your caged cock against my ass is giving me a hard on in my cage. Fuck. What’s happening to us?"
"I dunno, but I want to fuck something so bad. I’ll even fuck you, bro."
"Let’s get Master to give us some strapons, we’ll fuck each other and then maybe he’ll be turned on enough to let our cocks out so we can go fuck our girlfriends. Tiff has been wondering why I don’t see her as much."
"Uhhhh. Fuck. That made my cock harder. How can I focus on practice with this cage?"
"Uhhhnnn. Fuck. Keep rubbing against my ass, dude…"
It was almost time to join Master’s party. Steve stood in the hallway looking at his “uniform.”
What was the point of the speedos, he wondered. Someone was bound to rip them off in moments of him stepping out there.
But of course that was part of the pleasure that they drew from humiliating and using straight slaves like himself. He checked his uniform and took a deep breath. Then walked out into the party…
The rules were simple. If the team lost a game, they had to leave an offering to the opposing team’s Coach. The offering had to be a volunteer, someone willing to be used. Normally the gay team members would offer themselves, but this time Matt felt he needed to show he was a true team member.
He knew what would happen, and thought of submitting this way excited him. After his team mates tied him up he waited. Nervous. Excited. Ready to open himself to a whole new world.
James was becoming used to kneeling naked before gay men. It had started off as a curiosity in submission, but now it felt right. The feeling of being controlled turned him on in a way he never thought it could. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t sexually attracted to the men, he was sexually attracted to being controlled by another. If only for a few hours.
He’d go home and jerk off afterwards, his ass still feeling stretched and his mouth still with the lingering taste of cock in it. He would have the most incredible orgasms while masturbating to the thought of being a slave to gay men.
With their cocks locked in cages, Paul and Matty soon discovered a new sexual addiction thanks to their Master. The double-headed dildo became their toy of choice and soon they were fantasising about the feeling of being filled with their asses pressed together.
Paul even hoped that on the next frat camping trip some of their frat brothers would hear them, investigate and be turned on enough to fuck the both of them in the mouth while they played with their dildo…
Matt stripped off his wet clothes. The two sisters who lived next door gossiped about how luck his girlfriend was to have such a hot boyfriend.
But neither of them knew that when Matt walked inside the gay guy from across the road was sending him a text message congratulating him for successfully soaking himself while washing the car and to now wait naked on the bed for when his Master was going to come over and fuck his ass.
Matt stripped off his wet boxer briefs and stuffed them in his mouth while he waited for his Master to cross the street.
Shane was lost in a world of sex and sweat. The guy had been fucking his ass for twenty minutes straight. Shane’s hole was twitching and grasping at the invading cock like it never wanted it to leave.
Shane moaned as the guys pulled on his cuffed hands to bring him in closer. He had a safe word. This could stop at any time. But Shane didn’t want it to stop. The pressure in his ass was right on the edge. Just a little longer and he would explode with a level of pleasure he had never experienced before. His whole body was tingling with anticipation.
"More!" He moaned.
Jason slowly removed his pants. He was going to stay the night and he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to wear any clothing. There was a moment of hesitation. Did he really want this? He knew Master wouldn’t stop him if he wanted to leave. Was it nerves or the realisation that fantasy was different from reality?
This man had unexpectedly awoken something in Jason. A sexuality that he didn’t realise he had. Not gay. Maybe bi. He couldn’t place it and Master said not to obsess about defining it.
Could he let this man fuck him? Did he want this man to fuck him?
As he stood there his pants slowly slid down his legs. He knew the answer already.
The shorts rode right up Leo’s crack. He kept his head down while Master walked around the bed looking at his meaty bubble butt.
He tensed as he felt the man’s hand touch them, slide down the crack. Leo’s asshole puckered and quivered as the seam of the shorts rubbed against it. Without thinking Leo moved his legs to open up access to his ass.
"Good boy." His Master purred.
He felt Master’s weight shift the bed as the man climbed on. Master’s knees pressed against the inside of Leo’s legs as the man pushed them further apart and the hand on Leo’s ass pulled it upwards.
Slowly Master lowered the shorts, exposing Leo’s tensing, shaking and eager pussy…
"Have fun tonight, bro."
The rest of Tyson’s frat brothers laughed as they walked out of the bedroom. Tyson moaned into his gag.
He knew he had no one else to blame but himself. The guys would have a big party waiting for him when he got back to the chapter house.
It had been a stupid bet between their house and the gay frat house down the street. They had been convinced that the gays wouldn’t be able to beat them in any real sport challenges. But they had been soundly defeated by them. The price of the bet had been one frat brother had to be left with the gay frats each week for them to do whatever they wanted to.
The first week Damon had been left tied up at their house. When he came back nobody talked about it. Damon had quietly mentioned to Tyson though that it had been incredible. “Those fags sure know what they’re doing.” He’d said.
Nobody forced a brother to submit, it had to be an open choice. The gay frats had even offered to drop the bet. But Tyson’s brothers took their debts seriously. As Tyson waited for his Masters to show up, he began to suspect his frat also secretly had wanted to become servants to these guys.
He hoped he’d be allowed to cum at least once…
"That’s right boy. We pay your ‘girlfriend’ Melissa to find us new talent. Straight boys who are open minded enough for her to train to serve gay men. She says your hole is quite insatiable. Loves to be fucked. So now we will make a proposition to you before we untie you. Either be our slave and we’ll pay you handsomely. You’ll be very comfortable. Or leave. If you leave we will make sure that nothing is said, you’ll go back to your straight life without fear.
"Just know, very few of Melissa’s boys have said no. She saw something in you. It’s up to you now, boy."
The look on Ryan’s face said it all. He was claimed. Taken. Changed. It was the moment that Master always looked forward to. Until that moment all the talk of submission was just that - talk. But this moment. This was honest. It was the moment when a straight slave realised that he found pleasure in serving cock, when he realised what a slave he truly was.
TJ didn’t know when the change happened. It had come with such subtlety that it wasn’t until he found himself craving his Master’s touch that he realised it had happened.
That gentle stroke of the hand on his face after an epic cocksucking session. The roughness of Master’s thumb as it rubbed across TJ’s nipples.
He worshipped this man who had awakened some hidden lust in him. The desire to serve. To please. To experience a sexual ache he had never believed possible.
Labels didn’t matter to TJ anymore. Just pleasure and serving his Master.
Matty gripped the pillow. It wasn’t that he was in much pain. Quite the opposite. The feeling in his ass was incredible. He’d never imagined a feeling quite like this one. But it was humiliating to be enjoying it so much. To be moaning with unrestrained pleasure as a gay man’s thick cock penetrated his ass.
Knowing that he would be seeking this out again. To be humiliated and used. Just to enjoy that pleasure. That violation. That moment.
When Cory knelt down in his undies he thought he could use his body and cute looks to get the old gay guy to buy him whatever he wanted. Without even having to actually have sex with the guy.
Twenty minutes later he voluntarily tied up with a vibrating plug up his ass and the man’s thick cock pounding in and out of his throat. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be used like a true submissive slave.
Remember boys, the male g-spot is deep in his ass. Even a straight guy gets to moaning like a fag whore when that spot is hit. When he’s submissive, he’ll clench and grope with that ass to get even more pressure on that spot. Even if it’s a man’s cock and not a strap on doing the pushing…
Peter looked into the webcam. The tangy taste of the man’s cum on his lips was almost as overwhelming as the musky scent of sex in the air.
The message window popped up on his computer.
'Good job, boy.'
Part of his brain was still freaking out. How had he gone from emailing this man as a bit of a dare to himself to sucking a gay guy’s cock on cam while his Master, a man he had never met or seen, watched over the internet?
'Lick it up, fag.'
Peter nodded and started cleaning up the cum on his body and face. He had to see Jenny soon. He thought about cleaning his teeth. He didn’t want her to taste the cum on his lips.
'Tomorrow, boy, we will begin your ass training. Understand?'
Peter knew he could stop. Right now. All it would take would be to turn off his computer. He knew Master would never expose him. He trusted the man.
But he also knew he wouldn’t stop.
Peter nodded and smiled, a blob of jism still on his lips…
Andy looked at the naked men around him. His Master held his head up by the harness.
"This is Andy. He’s a straight college jock from down the road. Plays football and has a girlfriend. He’s a real obedient slave. Unfortunately his cock sucking skills aren’t up to my standard yet so it’s anal only with him this evening. The good thing is he has a beautiful bubble butt just made for fucking. No barebacking, guys."
Andy’s ass twitched as the men started jerking their cocks and looking at him possessively.