Gay Master Straight Slaves
The Gay Master is back. 18+ Only. NSFW
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.
The game was simple. Marcus had to keep the vibrating buttplug up his ass and he had half and hour to cum without touching his cock. If he failed, then Master would fuck him on the bed while calling him a “faggot slut.” If Marcus failed to cum then without touching his cock, Master would lock him in chastity until their next session.
Marcus was beginning to worry that all this training would mean he’d only be able to cum while being fucked by another man. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from coming back again and again to play the game…
"You can keep the cap on, slave. But everything else must go. You will be spending the entire weekend naked."
"Yes Sir. But what about when I go to the gym?"
"I have some nice skimpy shorts you’re allowed to wear."
"I understand Master."
"Now get naked and get over here to suck my cock."
Russ stood at the doorway. He still didn’t fully understand why he had come over. His friends were just outside, skating in the park. They had talked about the gay guy who owned this house. Pete had snuck up one day and looked in a window. Apparently the guy had some kind of dungeon playroom set up.
Russ had been unable to stop thinking about that.
The man looked at him.
"How can I help you?"
"I know about your room."
"I want… can I see it?"
"Why? Are you gay?"
"No sir. But I need… uh…"
The grabbed Russ’ crotch and pulled him close.
"I know what you need, boy."
Russ’ legs began to shake.
Jared could feel the man’s hard cock pulsating in his ass. Master was coming with his cock deep inside the straight slave. Jared felt complete.
Soon Master would withdraw, peel off his condom and make Jared drink the precious juice inside. Jared would lie on Master’s bed for the next hour, just breathing in the smells of their sex, contemplating the lingering taste of Master’s cum.
Wonder why he found it all so exciting…
It had been an intense camping weekend with Master for Brent and Ty. Although he did instruct them that they had to shower together, sleep together and constantly be available to serve him sexually, the two straight slaves managed to blow off steam when they could, playing around and being silly.
Master found it adorable. And it made their sexual exploits all the hotter for it.
"Sir, please. Can’t we do this in your room?"
Matt looked over to Liam, his girlfriend’s gay brother. Liam had put the condom on the intimidating black dildo and was slicking it up with lube.
"No boy. Don’t worry, Sis and the parents are out. We have time. I really want to fuck your pussy and make you swallow my load here in the kitchen. I’m going to use you in every room in this house. I want you to think of me and my toys every time you come here."
Matt blushed, nodded, and then bent over the breakfast counter with a grin.
"Yes Sir. My pussy belongs to you."
"That’s right, boy. Just slowly now. Say what I want to hear…"
Thomas’ heart leapt in his chest. Here was his gay friend Marcus talking to him like some bitch. He had ended up staying over at Marcus’ talking about fantasies and let it slip that he was into BDSM but had never tried it. Never met a girl who was into it… and somehow Marcus had convinced him to experiment.
Marcus stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding up his phone as he videoed Thomas’ humiliation. It was all part of the fantasy Thomas had provided.
Thomas swallowed and spoke the words.
"Please Master. I want you to own me and train me to be a good faggot slave. Teach me to worship your cock."
Jack couldn’t help but laugh a little at the absurd scene. Here he was lying on a bed with Will’s cum on his face while Will, having sucked Jack to orgasm, spat Jack’s own cum into his mouth.
They had both become such total cock whores for this mesmerising guy. They still couldn’t work out how they had come to this point. There was no trick. No alcohol or drugs. The guy had just made being submissive to him sound so… enticing.
A forbidden adventure they couldn’t refuse.
And he was right. Jack couldn’t wait to find out what Will’s cock would feel like sliding into his tight virgin ass.
Tim’s butt trembled as he stood with his hands against the wall. He had been standing like this for nearly an hour. Or maybe two. It was hard to tell. Master had told him he was a work of art on display while friends were visiting.
Nobody had come into the room, but he was certain he had heard the voices of some gay guys he knew from college. He began to sweat. Was Master going to bring them into the room? What would he say about Tim to them? Would he let them use Tim? Did Tim want to be used by them?
Tim glance nervously to the corner where his clothes were carefully folded. He knew he would be able to take his clothes get dressed and leave. Master wouldn’t punish him. But Master would be disappointed.
This was the test. What did Tim want more?
He took a deep breath.
If he was going to be fucked by these guys he knew he’d need to be more relaxed…
Ashton paused. He had taken the photo as instructed. Nothing dirty. Just him on the bench after doing some flys.
But this wasn’t to his girlfriend. Or his buddies. Or a workout mate.
This was to the man who had somehow managed to get Ash so submissive at that party last week he had allowed the guy to lock his cock in a chastity cage as a dare.
Now he was having to send photos to the guy to earn his freedom from the cage. He had the option to just get it removed, but Ash was enjoying the submission. And yet… how far was Ash going to let this go?
His cock ached in its cage. He knew how turned on he was getting.
He typed in a new message with the photo.
"Your slave is willing to do anything to free his cock, Sir. ANYTHING."
I don’t get sent enough pictures like this. I’m not interested in cocks, assholes and headless bodies, boys. I’d sooner see a man like this than naked. It’s the eyes that turn me on. The submission, the humiliation and admission.
I never share pictures that are sent to me without the slave expressly telling me I can. And even then I am usually reticent to do so.
Send me more of these, boys. Now.
More people should take their selfies on their knees. I love seeing how happy they are to kneel
Agreed - although I usually prefer to see the face rather then their cocks or assholes. I find the look of submission considerably more arousing than a penis.
Martin had come a long way in two months. Now the straight guy was passionately kissing his best friend, David, while fucking David’s ass.
He didn’t even stop when Master’s firm hand caressed the firm globes of his own ass as he pumped into his friend’s soft pussy. Or when the cool lubed fingers entered him.
When his Master entered him, filled him, he moaned into David’s mouth. This was where he was meant to be. Impaled on a superior gay man’s cock and performing for his Master’s enjoyment…
"You heard me boys. Being Master’s straight house boys isn’t just walking around topless and teasing. You are to OBEY. It’s your choice. We won’t force you to stay. But if you want to keep being here and are ready to submit, strip off your shorts and underwear now, go out to the pool and sixty nine while Master watches. The one who impresses him most will be allowed to go see his girlfriend for the weekend. The luckier one will be kept here for the weekend for special training. So what’s it going to be boys?"
"That’s right boy. Remember as my cock enters your tight virgin straight ass that you came to me. You stripped when I told you to. You knelt when instructed and you begged me to train your pussy."
"Unhh! Uhhhn! Ye-e-ess Sii-ir!"
"I’m going to fuck this pussy so much when you think of pussy all you will be able to think of is cock invading and penetrating you and how much you need it again."
A reminder boys…
Martin moaned into his gag as the third man of the evening entered his straight pussy.
Melissa had taught him well when it came to taking her strapon, so he knew how to accept the superior gay men into his pussy and pleasure their cocks.
Melissa had been clear to him that this was how she was breaking up with him. At the end of the evening one of the gay men would take him on as a slave for the weekend and he would get the option to serve that man if he was still willing to be a slave.
Master had said it so succinctly when he gave Ethan the jock to wear.
"We don’t care about your cock and balls, boy. We want to see your ass and mouth ready to serve OUR cocks and balls. Yours are there to keep you controlled."
Ethan lay back on the ottoman as Master and his gay friends entered the room.
"Please Sir, allow me to pleasure your friends. My ass and mouth are here for you to use however you want."
At first Ian thought it was just a case of clowning around with Mike. But as the photo was taken he saw Mike lubing up a butt plug.
"Master expects all of us to wear one of these before we go over to his place for the pool party, bro. Last chance to back out."
"I thought you were kidding about that, dude."
Mike grabbed Ian’s hand and pressed it into the crack of his own ass. Ian could feel the hard base of the plug through the fabric of Mike’s pants.
"No, bro. I’m not joking. And I’m not joking when I say it’s the most amazing thing to serve. Come on. Master would totally dig a guy like you, bro."
Ian thought for a moment, swallowed and then nodded.
He looked at himself in the mirror as Mike gently pushed the butt plug up Ian’s ass.
Mike paused. It was one thing to shower in his underwear while this gay dude watched him. But getting naked?
"Dude. If I get naked, are you going to try to fuck me?"
The man didn’t even blink.
"Yes. I will fuck you. In the mouth and your straight boy pussy. And you are going to beg me to do it."
"I’m not going to stop you from leaving. I’m not going to coerce you. You will have to willingly submit. So this is it, boy. Are you going to choose to serve or choose to leave?"
Something inside Mike wouldn’t let him put his clothes on and leave. Before he knew it he was standing naked before the man.\
"I have no real choice, Sir. I am a slave. I want this."
They got used to their new routine quite fast: take of his clothes as soon as they get home, and go straight to their roommate’s bed, where he’s already waiting for them
Damon looked behind him.
The older gay dude was just staring at Damon’s ass. The guy’s hand was down his pants rubbing his crotch. Melissa stood next to the older guy.
"He’s still a virgin, so you’ll get to pop his breeder cherry. He will serve you without complaint, but only until the end of the weekend. Happy with him?"
The man licked his lips.
"Yeah. And he is consenting to this?"
"Yes sir. This straight bitch wants to be taught the pleasure of serving superior gay cock. My pussy is yours to take."
Damon looked down at his growing erection and waited.
Straight slave - JD
JD has been messaging me via Kik today.
He is still get getting used to calling his ass a pussy, but he’s learning that it exists to be filled with superior gay cock.
What do you think? It’s begging to be used isn’t it.
Today he has a task to get lube to better train it to take his fingers as he slowly trains it to become a place to be fucked.
Damon squirmed as Master entered him. He couldn’t tell if it was the situation or the feeling of that cock entering him that was more intense.
He couldn’t even remember how he had ended up naked and obeying this powerful superior man. His ass stretched slowly, his sides ached from the feeling of his body accepting this man’s penis.
He moaned. His whole body seemed to come alive. Electric. Tense and then relaxed. Then Master began to fuck him.
Right then he knew he would be back for more.
Master slapped Dion’s bottom.
"So how do you feel, boy?"
Dion grinned at the man.
"Amazing. Like I have been waiting for this my whole life. My ass feels complete with the plug locked into place, my cock and balls feel comfortable encased in a cage. I have never felt so right in my life."
Master smiled at the beautiful straight slave.
"Well enjoy your beach party with your friends, boy. Make sure to get photos of every college cock you suck."
This and jocks are the only kind of underwear straight slaves are allowed to wear. Your slave pussy should be on display at all times, boys.
And this was the point where the free blow jobs stopped and Adam found himself giving them in order to get them. A week later he wasn’t even getting sucked off by the gay guy. Instead he’d arrive, strip naked, kneel and suck the guy off.
By the time he was tied to a bed being gang fucked, he was so completely under the guy’s control he didn’t even think about how he had ended up the sex slave of a gay man.
"Don’t worry bro. When you become a senior brother of this frat you’ll get to train the newbies how to please a man’s cock. Of course by then you’ll be serving Master and all his gay associates who help pay for everything…"
"Uhhnnn. Yes sir."
Aidan was confused now. Master had locked his cock up in a cage and made him spend the last two months pretending to be Jerry’s gay boyfriend.
For two months Aidan had sucked Jerry’s cock, let Jerry fuck him, gone out on dates to places he knew his friends wouldn’t see him, kissed Jerry and hung out with him.
Now with only a week to go before Master unlocked his cock and let him have sex with women again… Aidan was thinking of how much he wanted to just cum with Jerry’s cock up his ass.
He made up his mind. He sent a selfie to Master with the message:
"I don’t want to leave Jerry. Please give him the key to my cage, Sir."
As the third guy of the evening came while in his ass, Riley couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. After the guy had pulled out and poured the contents of his condom down Riley’s throat, the straight slave thought about how pleased Master would be. How likely it would be that Riley would be allowed to go out with a girl next weekend…
The fourth guy walked into the room. Riley raised his legs and waited to show this man why straight slaves had the best asses for fucking….
And in that moment Jeff understood what Master meant.
Even straight guys could love being fucked in the ass. It was simple biology. The man had hit Jeff’s g-spot. He knew he would be thinking about this fuck for weeks to come…
Dillon gripped the couch as Master’s gay friend tensed up in orgasm.
The guy pulled out of Dillon’s grasping and eager pussy, stripping off the cum filled condom.
Dillon knew what he had to say next, even though he felt humiliated when he did.
"Don’t throw it away, Sir. Feed me your cum. A superior man should not waste his seed. I have to swallow it down like a good faggot, Sir."
"I thought you were straight?"
"I am Sir. Only straight slaves can be proper faggots, Sir. Gay men love cock and cum too much to be real fags. Only straight men who crave humiliation and to be controlled by superior gays are capable of being low enough to be faggots Sir. Please. Feed my fag mouth your superior gay cum."
Aaron’s job was to manage the coat room during Master’s party. A number of gay friends of his were coming around to play with Master’s straight slaves and Aaron’s job wasn’t to look after their coats, but to provide them with a taster of what was to come for the evening.
He stood by the coat rack, a bowl of condoms and lube next to him. Whenever anyone entered he was instructed to spread his ass and beg “please sir, fuck me like a fag bitch.”
I gave instructions the other day boys to make a video of yourself cumming either on your face or in your mouth. I said for there to be at least ten videos.
To date - none have been sent to me. I will reiterate. No videos will be shared online. This is an instruction of showing obedience to me.
Are you daring enough to admit your need to serve? Send videos to me at [email protected]
I expect to see at least ten.
"Legs wider, boy."
Justin had thought he was being butch and dominant, but as the conversation continued the gay guy had taken control. Justin had hoped his cocky demeanour would intimidate the guy and he would be begging to suck Justin’s cock.
But this guy was the real deal. A true dom, not a wannabe like Justin.
Even though Justin was clothed, he felt naked and exposed. This guy wasn’t interested in his crotch. He was looking down towards Justin’s asshole. The man looked at Justin.
"I’m gonna fuck that straight boy cunt tonight."
The words slipped out before Justin realised he was saying them.