Gay Master Straight Slaves
The Gay Master is back. 18+ Only. NSFW
Alex opened the door. His Master sat on the chair in front of the window.
Outside the green leaves of the trees swayed. Master’s firm, muscular body drew Alex’s eyes.
"Do you want me to be naked, Sir?"
"No boy. I like you like this. Come here."
Alex walked slowly into the room. He knelt between his Master’s legs. The man’s firm hands ran through Alex’s hair, guiding him to his Master’s crotch. He wrapped his lips around the bulge under Master’s denim as the man’s hands rubbed down his back, under the waistband of his underwear to grope the top of his ass.
Soon Master’s cock was out of his jeans. Alex’s lips wrapped around the warm hardness while he held his hands clasped behind his back. Alex came in his pants while sucking his Master.
Then when it was over he left the room with Master’s cum slowly cooling on the back of his jeans where everyone would be able to see…
As every locked boy, I instinctively stick my ass out.
Straight slaves, observe and aim to emulate this good boy. Nothing sexier than a straight slave locked in chastity and pushing his ass out to be his new source of sexual arousal.
To be so completely submissive, open, waiting with anticipation for the inevitable penetration of his Master. To be claimed and feel so desired. So complete.
And a day later he was naked, tied to a bench press and begging to be allowed to use the gay Master’s equipment in return for being the gay man’s obedient straight sex slave.
As the Master’s warm hard cock slipped into his lubed up virgin cunt, the straight boy understood what true power was. It didn’t come through violence or force. It was through discipline, acceptance and control.
He moaned as the gay Master fucked him. Fucked the alpha lie out of him and showed him that straight muscle boys had a place in the world. On the end of a gay man’s cock.
Jarratt looked at the older man.
"Lower the pants, boy."
Jarratt didn’t know what this gay guy had. But somehow he was able to convince Jarratt to strip. To beg to serve…
Maybe he was right. Maybe Jarratt was just a submissive guy who talked big to hide his need to be controlled. He was under no illusion. This guy was going to fuck him. If not today, some time soon.
He slowly lowered his pants while the gay Master stood want watched.
"You have a beautiful body, Jarratt. Who owns it now?"
Jarratt blushed and adjusted his cap.
"You do, Sir."
"And who can touch and play with that body?"
"And who else?"
Jarratt looked at his shoes and the pants around his feet.
"Nobody else. I belong to you. Sir."
"Drop the underwear, boy."
Damian lay in the spot of sunlight reviewing in his mind what he had done.
Knocking on the door. Seeing the older Master open it and look him up and down like he was livestock.
Standing as still as he could while the Master slowly peeled his clothes off him. Damian remembered holding his breath as the man’s fingers touched his skin.
Gripped his buttocks.
Crushed his cock and balls.
Slowly slipped his underwear down off his hips and to his feet.
"You are mine, boy."
Then the Master had grabbed the back of Damian’s neck and forced him to kiss the man. Stubble prickling at his mouth.
Hard buttons from the man’s shirt pinching at Damian’s naked chest.
The man had made Damian suck his cock there on the doorstep with the door wide open. Firm hands had grasped Damian’s head as the velvet covered hardness broke in the straight slave’s throat.
Tears had filled Damian’s eyes from his first skullfucking. Then it was over. The Master’s seed in Damian’s belly.
The man gathered up Damian’s clothes and threw his underwear at him.
"This weekend you are only allowed to wear these. Take a break. I will return after I lock the rest of your possessions away."
Damian lay in the sunlight pouring in from the open doorway. He couldn’t wait to see what happened next…
What Ashton didn’t tell the guys at the gym or his own girlfriend was that he didn’t wear the singlet because it made him feel good about his body. He wore it because the gay Master he served had instructed him to. And that he was under strict rules to allow any man who wanted to feel up his nipples whenever they wanted.
If a man did play with Ashton’s nipples he was to then push his chest against their hands and tell them “my master allows you to touch my body however you want. I live to serve gay men.”
Ashton had been surprised how many men would take him up on that offer…
Jonathan looked back at the naked man towering over him. The tight bindings rubbed against Jonathan’s skin. The Master was lubing up a long, slender anal probe.
Jonathan tried to cover his ass with his hands. He moaned into his gag. The fraternity had delivered him naked to this man as part of his initiation. He knew what would happen. The brothers had told him. To be a part of the most popular frat house on campus, each frat brother had to spend a weekend as the gay Master’s sex slave.
It was purely voluntary but the Master looked after the frat in return. Most of the frat apparently spent more than a weekend with the Master. Jonathan had been told that he was going to experience things he had never imagined he’d feel before. The Master knew how to please a man’s body in ways that would make Jonathan come back for me.
"It’s not gay, it’s just sex."
The Master smiled as he rubbed Jonathan’s spanked ass. Jonathan marvelled at how soft and warm the hands were.
"One long moan for yes. Two short barks for no. Whenever you want to be let free, just moan three times in short succession. Moan three times now so I know what it would sound like."
A finger slipped down Jonathan’s asscrack. He obediently moaned three times.
"Do you want me to stop?"
The finger wormed it’s way around Jonathan’s hole. Jonathan took a deep breath and barked two short barks. The finger gently wormed into him. He felt himself opening up.
Master held the probe before Jonathan as the finger sawed in and out of his anus.
"Do you want me to use this?"
Jonathan closed his eyes and moaned long and hard.
Master loved the way the boy turned his head. No denial. No refusal. They both knew the score. As straight as he was, the slave had sought the Master out. Had begged to be moulded into a slave.
He had spoken of his desire to be stripped, admired…used.
That head turn. It said so much. For this final moment he was that straight guy who had walked into the room. Before he had stripped down to the skimpy underwear. Before he had let this gay man touch his naked chest.
Grip his buttocks…
Slip a finger down the crack of his butt cheeks and enter him…
Once the underwear came off there would be no more hiding. He would be naked. Exposed. And under this man’s control.
Master let go of the waistband. It snapped against the boy’s skin. Slowly the slave turned his head back. He looked into his Master’s eyes. Licked his lips. Then he removed his underwear himself and spread his legs.
"I am all yours Sir."
Jamie gripped the doorframe while Andrew fucked his tight straight cunt. Andrew laughed as he pushed Jamie’s head against the door.
"Man, your girlfriend is right, you are an awesome fuck. Now she’s whoring you out to guys? Cold, dude. Cold."
Jamie just moaned and let Andrew fuck him. He didn’t want to tell Andrew how Melissa had sold him to a gay Master. How he had willingly let the man teach him how to be a fuck toy for guys and how all the money he made being fucked was going into his own college fund.
Or how Melissa was recording Andrew fucking Jamie because Master was looking for more guys to serve him.
Mark looked up at Melissa as he tightened the straps that tied her boyfriend Aidan to the bed.
Melissa looked into Aidan’s eyes and smiled.
"No piss, scat or blood. Other than that, he’s all yours for the weekend. Just be sure to film everything for me to watch on Sunday at the party."
Melissa walked out of the room while Mark rubbed his crotch over Aidan’s face.
"Oh we’re going to have so much fun you’ll wish the weekend never ended, boy."
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.