Cross-dressing and forced feminization have never been my thing, and apparently they were not a big thing for most Bound & Gagged readers. That doesn't mean I failed to publish all reader-written true experiences that came my way involving men forced into corsets, high heels and make-up; it's just that very few such experiences did.
In the days of Bound & Gagged, this particular reader did write me more than one letter about his experiences, which I published. But I don't remember ever seeing this one, which I recently found in a box of unpublished material. The other pieces may have had some cross dressing in them, I can't say for sure. What I do remember is that most of the tops/masters he sought out, who were usually straight men themselves, as he himself may be, were more violent and cruel than I personally found palatable. Same goes for the top/master here, but there's no denying the story's powerful, and makes for hot reading.
A STRAIGHT MAN TAKES OUT HIS RAGE AGAINST
WOMEN ON HIS MALE SLAVE
RIVERSIDE, CA.—I knew Tom was married when I first met him and spent the night as his slave. We discussed it at great length. I wanted him to be the one that took the responsibility if his wife Janet ever found out about me.
I was thrilled that he “kept me on.” Janet was a computer analyst systems designer,and she traveled a lot. There were plenty of long weekends for me to be Tom’s sex toy and bondage plaything. But I always felt like I wanted more!
About halfway through the evening, I excused myself to go to the bathroom.
“Oh, let me fix that light in there,” Tom said suddenly.
He joined me in the guest bathroom and closed the door behind me. I was really stunned.
“Get naked,” Tom ordered, “and put these on!”
He handed me a pair of Janet’s worn panties, a pair of her panty hose, and a butt plug! I was terrified Janet would know but Tom, my Master, insisted! Once dressed, I was ordered to suck his cock right there in the bathroom! I swallowed a huge load from Tom’s heavy balls, then he took my underwear and socks and left!
The rest of the night my cock, in Janet’s things, was so hard I was in pain! We sat around talking, laughing, drinking and watching TV, while I struggled to be sociable with that plug inside me driving me insane!
That was the beginning of my new adventures, secret to Janet, but very often in her company. Tom bought these twin vibrating eggs, and on one occasion, he stuffed them both into my ass before the three of us went out to a movie. Inside the theatre, with the control stuffed in my Jeans…Tom turned it on! I sat there squirming and humming. My poor cock was so hard I thought I’d bust my zipper! During one slow scene, he nudged me and we went to the lobby for drinks. I was shaking and still vibrating as we stood there at the counter.
By the end of the show, the batteries had worn out, but the balls stayed in until I got home and beat off until I was too sore to cum anymore!
Janet’s job became more and more demanding. Things between her and Tom were getting pretty strained. Tom was getting less and less sex, and he took it out on me during our secret sessions. The bondage was tighter, longer, more strenuous, and I was sucking Tom almost endlessly during our sessions, something Janet seemed to have stopped doing for him.
Last July 4th weekend, Janet went to Chicago, for a week! Tom was not only upset at that, he was pretty angry when she told him she might not be back at all!
Tom stopped by my place on the way back from the airport.
“Let’s go!” he commanded. “You’re coming with me.”
I tried to dress, he wouldn’t let me. I got into his car, wearing a pair of old jean cut offs, and a pair of black handcuffs, with my hands behind me! I could tell Tom was pissed, I was excited by that, because I knew how intense he got when he was! In the car, Tom took the shorts off. It was mid-afternoon, with all the windows down, in broad daylight! I was so glad when he pulled into his garage.
“Janet’s gone for the whole fucking week!” Tom yelled at me inside the house. At first I was pretty excited at the thought of a whole week. “You’re going to take her place!” Tom added.
In the bathroom, Tom stuck the head of my cock into an enema bag.
“Fill it, bitch!” he ordered.
I pissed it about half full. Tom filled it the rest of the way. I was shoved into the shower and the nozzle stuck into my ass. It took me two times to use up all of the piss. A third enema of soapy water fallowed, then one of some minty mouthwash, and the last one was all kinds of stuff Tom threw together—some shampoo, toothpaste, a tiny bottle of douche rinse, some mineral oil, a squirt of Ben Gay, and several hand and skin lotions Janet used.
Tom mixed the concoction well, and filled me up! Within minutes, I was dying! My insides were on fire, the cramps were awful, my guts were red hot and ice cold at the same time! I was begging, crying, dancing around in agony. The more I begged, the longer Tom made me hold it! I was paying for Janet’s leaving! Tom was taking it all out on me, calling me bitch and slut and pussy!
Finally I emptied my guts and accepted my position for the week!
Tom sat me down on the stool in the bathroom. On the stool was an almost 10-inch dildo. My ass was stuffed as I sat there. Tom started with the four leather cuffs, and the matching collar I always wore. He painted my nails black, then locked my hands behind me, and my legs around the stool. My chest, armpits, belly and most of my crotch were shaved, including my balls. Tom applied eye shadow, liner and lash thickener to me. My face was covered with make-up and blush. Tom smeared my lips with dark red lipstick. Next he stuffed his cock between my gooey lips and fucked my “slut mouth” until he erupted down my throat!
Tom dressed me in a waist cincher of Janet’s, a tiny red bra, and one of her garter belts, and black stockings. My feet were laced into a pair of what Tom called her “bitch heels,” which were way too small for me, and the first time I ever tried to walk in high heels! When I got up, and the dildo finally left my ass, a big, black butt plug went in!
Tom walked me around the house, leading me by my collar.
“Start with the kitchen, slut!” Tom said. It was a mess, dishes, pots and pans, leftovers on the stove. “Clean it until it shines. Then you can do the bathrooms, the toilets, the floors, and strip the beds and do the laundry.”
Tom was right there all day long, pushing me to go faster, pointing out things I missed. In the kitchen, he was constantly swatting my butt with a wooden spoon, stroking my cock to keep me hard, without letting me cum. At one point, he decided I needed some motivation.
“I always wanted to do this to that bitch!” Tom whispered from behind me while I stood, washing dishes by hand instead of using the dishwasher. He pulled the plug out of me and savagely fucked my ass! As soon as he filled me with fresh cum, he stuffed the plug back in! I was gagged with a feeder gag, a flat gag that covered my mouth, with a small tube in it so I could breathe, and be force-fed while gagged.
In the bathroom, I was on my hands and knees cleaning the toilet when Tom again removed the plug from my ass. I never stopped working, while he fucked me again, then used every dildo he had on me. He pissed all over the toilet seat, and ungagged me long enough to lick it up while I was being raped. After the bathroom, I mopped the floors, vacuumed the whole house, struggling in those damn heels, and then did the beds.
About two in the afternoon, Tom took a nap. I was placed squatting at the end of the hallway just outside his bedroom door. My hands were tied above my head, and Tom tied a string around the base of the butt plug in my sore ass, and attached the ends to my ankle cuffs. I was on my tip toes, butt plugged, gagged, my bladder was bursting and my balls ached to be emptied, while Tom rested!
“Complete control,” Tom explained to me. “You shit when I let you, you piss when I let you, and you eat and drink what I say when I say. And you cum when I say you can cum!”
After Tom’s nap, he straddled me while I sucked him off again. I fixed his dinner, did his dishes, drew a bath for him, and dried him off. Then he gave me a bath.
Again, Tom took total control. I was cuffed, hand and foot, my hands behind me, when he lowered me into the water. He gagged me again, and sealed the small hole in the gag so I had to breathe through my nose.
“Take a deep breath, bitch!” Tom warned me.
I tried to beg no! Tom pinched my nose and shoved my head under water! My cock had never been as hard as it was then! I was unbelievably aroused by this!
Tom held me under until I began to struggle. I was brought up for about three seconds and dunked again! Each time up gave me just a quick gasp of air. I needed more. Each time…but got less!
Finally, I got a break. Tom put a rubber hose into my feeder gag and submerged me again. Now I was breathing through the gag. As I sucked in fresh air, Tom placed a small funnel atop the hose, and started pissing into it! I swallowed desperately. When he was done, he plugged it off and on with his finger, again exercising complete control!
I was Tom’s completely! I could do nothing unless he allowed it. Not even breathe!
Tom took me to the living room and tied me face up on the low coffee table there. I was stripped of my “new clothes” and totally naked and erect. I wanted to cum so bad I was in tears! Tom put on some gay porno movie he kept hidden from Janet and settled in between my legs!
“I told you, you’re mine, and you only do what I let you do,” he said.
He watched the video while slowly stroking my painfully hard cock.
“If you cum, I’ll fill a condom with Ben Gag and you’ll wear it all night long,” Tom warned me. I groaned at the pleasure he was giving me and denying me at the same time!
“This is my cock now, and I like it hard, just like it is now. I want these balls full at all times. If I want you to cum, I’ll make you cum. If I don’t, you won’t. And right now, you’re a long way from getting off, slave!”
For two hours, Tom stroked my cock with his huge, hot hands. While he masturbated me, he did the same to himself. He came twice. Both times he erupted all over my cock. He kept my cock in his ever pumping fist! He never even slowed down!
“I always wanted to do this, get a nice fat cock in my hands, keep some little bitch rock hard, almost shooting off, right on the fucking brink and not letting him cum. You feel those nuts, slave?” Tom teased. “You’re so full you could fill a bucket, aren’t you, slut?”
I let an agonizing groan slip out, and Tom chuckled.
“Concentrate on this cock,” Tom hissed. He placed a thumb at that spot right under the circumsized head of my shaft and made slow, teasing circles at that most sensitive area! His other hand slipped down and a single finger pushed into my asshole. That was my point of total helplessness! I grunted and my balls began to churn.
“You like my fist around your cock?”
I grunted and pushed my hips up.
“You wanna cum? You wanna empty those balls? You ready, boy?”
I was, and I was going to cum, I couldn’t hold back anymore!
Suddenly Tom’s hand was gone. His finger in my asshole slipped out. I was there, so close, throbbing, totally unable to move any part of my body, to talk, or beg, or scream, and I could feel the cum churning in my nuts, moving up towards my cock, when Tom abandoned me! I was in a world of agony, pure torture. I pushed every muscle in my exhausted body, but the climax…didn’t happen!
I looked down at Tom, just in time to see him jerking off, and standing up, to cum one more time all over my cock and balls!
“That’s as close to cumming as you’re gonna get tonight!” He laughed.
After I cooled down, Tom released me and we went to the closet off of the dining room. My hands were tied above me, I was butt plugged for the night, sitting on the cold tiled floor. Tom pissed one more time, and the bag was hung above me, the nozzle inserted into my gag. My balls hurt so bad, and now so did my ass! I was horribly defeated. I was too tired to protest. I began to drink the horrible liquid from Tom’s body.
“Drink up, bitch boy,” Tom whispered to me. “If you pull that hose out, and it leaks all over the floor, I’ll knoe it. And if you piss before I let you piss, in the morning, I’ll know that, too.”
Tom closed the door and turned the lights out. I was alone for the night, but I didn’t get much rest! My cock finally went down for a while, but as usual, it woke me up. Painfully hard about 3 AM, I supposed. And it stayed that way until Tom opened the door, at about 8.
This is getting kind of long. The rest of the week was even, well, better? Or worse? I love “intense,” and Tom didn’t disappoint me in the intensity department! I did get to cum. I’ll tell you about that…later.
[Unfortunately, the writer never did tell me about that, unless the letter is among the unpublished letters I’ll hope to get to eventually. If I do come across it, I’ll post it here.]
Coming soon.
The next chapter from Eric Tide about his
experiences with Joshua, an eighteen-year-old top.
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