Aficionado Gets in Trouble Ch. 02

"Yes Sir it is, I am a submissive, I admit that."

"And you love it don't you, you've loved every second of these last hours since the very first moment you first set eyes on that stockade, I saw your eyes light up and you have loved all of it."

Pete thought for a long while and then whispered "Yes I have Sir."

"Then if you want more and more, of this, you just have to take the next step and then you can have hours and hours, even days of this and feel just how you feel right now, but so much more often, can't you."

"Can I Sir, can I really?" Pete was well and truly on the hook now.

"I know that you've been searching for years all subs do, I bet you have a Collar Space profile don't you slut."

Pete hesitated, Mark let the silence does its job then Pete finally said "I do Sir, yes."

"And Fetlife, Tumblr, Grindr?"

"Fetlife and Tumblr yes Sir but not Grindr."

"OK well that's a start but doesn't it make my point, you've been searching in vain, trying so hard to find a Dom for years and years and failing, now you have one....... if you are prepared to commit."

Pete said nothing.

"I bet you've visited lots of Professional Dommes over the years."

Pete simply nodded a little.

"Slut you can have as much as you want, every single week if that's what you really desire, I'll train you every day to be the very best sub you can ever be, to revel in being a sub and to love every moment and you won't have to pay a thing, you simply just have to take the next logical step." Mark purposely didn't say what the next step was he just moved his crotch a fraction closer to Pete's face.

"Do it............. you know you want to.......... just give in to it and be your true self. I can take you to heaven and back."

Pete's was looking straight into Mark's eyes, Mark was nodding slightly to encourage Pete to take the plunge.

Pete breathed in the intoxicating heady mix and did just what Mark had hoped, he opened his mouth, just a little.

Mark moved forward slightly but only a little so that Pete still had to actually commit and move the last little way forward to actually take the glistening, swollen circumcised head of Marks cock into his mouth.

Then Mark opened the bottle of poppers and held them directly to the side of his cock, so that should Pete want some he would have to move forward onto Marks cock.

The aroma of the poppers drifted to Pete's nose and he looked intently at the little bottle, he needed more poppers, right now and so he moved forward, his lips opening wider and then as Mark moved forward a little his lips closed around the rim of the head of his circumcised cock, closing slightly on the ridge at the bottom of the big head of Marks cock and looking up into his new Masters eyes.

"That's is baby, that's my good little sub, see it doesn't make you gay, it just shows your beautiful submission to me." All the while Mark was videoing Pete's head with the camera set up on the tripod, he'd chosen the shot so that it wouldn't show his own face, but would make Pete's very clear. That was a crystal clear shot of Pete with a fat cock in his mouth, sniffing deeply on a bottle of poppers like a true pig.

"This is who you are, a beautiful, fat, feminine cock sucker, you'll learn to absolutely love this and crave it, the need will grown in your mind and soul my little slut." Mark was just letting Pete settle on his cock head before he moved to a more serious position.

"Now smile for me slut, you look so lovely with my cock in your mouth, lick that slit for me, bathe my cock head with your spit, see if you can suck it through your lips nice and hard, make it tingle for me. Be the sissy whore, you are meant to be, for me, for your Master."

Pete was high and now had his eyes closed as he sucked and suckled, the posture collar and cuffs stopping him from moving much.

"Mark was videoing every second of it and knew that this would be great footage, but there was something more intense he needed too."

He stood up, his head still out of shot and took hold of the back of Pete' Collar slipping his middle finger into the large D ring with one hand and began to thrust forward into Pete's mouth.

Because of the posture collar it was hard to go too far down Pete's throat, but there was one bit of footage that Mark was after. He pushed forward, inch after inch one hand clenching the D ring at the back of Pete's collar the other pulling on the back of his head and moved forward until his cock started to bend to accommodate the angle of Pete's throat, but there was still 3 inches to go.

He went hard on Pete, the machine having warmed his slut's throat up and he pushed over and over again, his sub gagging with each thrust, then as he got close he decided to go all in.

He pushed and pushed, it was hard going but he was going to own this slut, he continued until Pete's nose was nuzzled in his pubes and then his balls slapped on Pete's chin. At this point he held Pete's head firmly not letting him move at all.

The footage he was after was the heaving of Pete's entire body even though it was restrained he heaved over and over again, desperate to breathe, his body's reaction completely involuntary, the effect on Mark was to milk him until he got completely to the edge of the abyss. He pulled even tighter as Pete's body cried out for air and his back arched, his toes curling and his buttocks tightening.

Every muscle of his body dancing to Marks tune. It was only the fact that his ankles were locked together between his buttocks that kept the big butt plug in place as his muscles contracted and tried to expel it, there was simply nowhere for it to go.

Finally Mark reached his end and began to pump his seed straight down Pete's throat and directly into his stomach, for the last few spurts he pulled fully out and whilst Pete was gasping for air, Mark painted his face and open mouth with a good load of his cum.

Pete was sobbing and couldn't help but swallow some of the cum as he tried to refill his lungs. Mark knew this footage would make him some money and would also be amazing blackmail material.

He moved out of the camera shot and left Pete in full view of the camera to gain his breath. Now he truly looked like a ruined submissive faggot slut, but Mark would need to work on the sissy side of Pete much more, at this point the slut seemed resistant to the next level of training, but Mark now had the means to break those barriers down. Pete didn't realise it yet but he had given Mark all he needed.

As Pete remained slightly bent forward, with the combination of the cuffs linked from his wrists to his ankles by chains and the posture collar his movement was severely restricted., he rocked back and forth gently, only a matter of inches. The taste of cum in his mouth at first horrifying but now totally exciting, he'd been made to eat his own cum before by Mistresses, but had never eaten another mans cum. It was all he could taste and smell now.

Mark moved the chair out of shot and began to mentally work on Pete's psyche.

"Well done my little fat slut, you have done really well and it's good that you have stopped sobbing now, I love to see you accepting your new status properly, quietly and with respect."

It was all Pete could do just to say "But Sir, I'm not really gay."

Now Mark showed his anger raising his voice a little "No you aren't gay but you are a submissive faggot, aren't you. We've agreed that, surely you can't deny that now, you are a submissive faggot aren't you."

Pete knew he didn't have a defence, "Yes I am Sir."

"You are what slut? say it."

"I am a submissive faggot for you Sir."

"Not just for me slut, but for anyone I choose you to service."

"Please no other men Sir, I could never, ever do that."

"Two minutes ago you couldn't suck any male cock, now you just milked every last drop out of my balls like a truly talented sissy cocksucker, so if I say you will suck another guy, you'll not only do it, you'll make it look like you love it, do you understand slut." Again the slightly raised voice, terse and firm.

"But Sir it's different with you."

"No it's not, you are my submissive faggot aren't you?"

"Yes I am Sir, I'm your submissive faggot."

"Then you'll fucking do everything and anything I say, no matter how you feel or how depraved it seems to your pretty little mind. You are mine now, I fucking own you. Do I even need to mention the footage I have slut. Think about that, it can always be posted on Facebook. How would you feel about your friends knowing that you milk men's cocks for fun."

"But you forced me Sir..."

"You little bitch, you simply don't have the brainpower to think. No I didn't force you slut, I just encouraged you, but watch the fucking video if you don't believe me."

Mark started the video, "Just look at yourself, you moved forward and took my cock in your mouth, you dirty little fag and that's what you're friends will all be convinced of, if I post it with your name beside it, won't they slut. I didn't force it in, you willingly opened wide and made love to my cock with you mouth, you dirty bitch."

Pete made no comment this time, he knew he was beaten and had to submit, but not only that he actually wanted to submit, this guy had gone from being a work contact to being his Master in the matter of an hour and it exhilarated him. Pete had only felt this level of excitement with Pro Fem Dommes, but this was different, even more intense and he loved it, he couldn't deny that, or deny himself the pleasure.

"Just watch this next video of you sucking and suckling my cock is like a baby sucking from the breast, just look how eager you are. Look how happy you look, you can see that you now know your place as my true submissive."

Pete watched the video on Mark's phone, he had to admit he did look happy as he suckled and sucked, he looked like he was worshiping Mark's cock, that's all anyone would think if they saw it, it didn't look like he was being forced at all.

"Do you see what I mean, this is what you are meant to be, a happy, content dirty faggot, it's what your destiny is slut."

Pete nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Isn't it, it's your destiny."

"Yes Sir I think it might be."

Mark wanted to press home this advantage, "Really it might be? That's all you can say. OK then I'll release you right now and we can end this forever. You can get dressed and go home to your boring life, have a little unsatisfying wank and try to forget this ever happened. Is that what you want bitch?"

Pete was frightened as Mark reached for a key and began to unlock the collar.

"No Sir, that's not what I want at all, I want to be your submissive faggot, it is my destiny Sir."

"No, if you're not sure bitch, we'll put you back in your jeans and your shirt and get you cleaned up and you can go home and watch Netflix and wonder what might have been, I'm done with you slut."

Mark continued releasing Pete.

"Pleassseeeee Sirrr not that please don't send me away, I'm sorry for what I said, I do want to be your slut, I know it's my destiny and everything has been my choice." He was almost sobbing as he begged. He made a pathetic sight, but to Marks tutored eyes it was simply the next stage to becoming a true submissive, without free choice to disobey their superior's any longer.

Mark stopped unlocking the padlock and waited.

"Please Sir make me your faggot, feed me your cum Sir, I beg you."

This time Mark knelt in front of Pete his face next to Pete's looking directly into his eyes, his nose only an inch from Pete's. Pete could feel his breath. "That's my good baby faggot, well done, begging is what you needed to do, without that I would have set you free to be a bored pathetic excuse for a sub, just wanking to Tumblr and wishing of what might have been."

"But now you truly are mine, I will train you to be the best faggot you could ever be, it will be hard, it will be painful and you'll hate some of it, but most of all it will fulfill you in ways you cannot even imagine. Without this you would always have a huge hole in your soul." Mark would edit this out of the video later.

"Now it's time for me to milk your soft little cock again, just look at it, it's a soft little faggot cock, not a proper mans cock like mine."

Pete couldn't look down although he tried, the posture collar was just too restrictive. Mark took as photo of his hand cupping the small soft cock and he raised his thumb up closer to his phone, so that the perspective of the photo would make the thumb look much bigger. He'd done this before to submissives and it always seemed to work.

"See faggot, it's just a little worm even compared to my thumb, now look at my thumb next to my Alpha and you'll see how pathetic you are, you need a real mans cock, or even many cocks to truly be satisfied."

Pete simply nodded and said "Yes Sir, whatever you say Sir."

"Good boy, well done. You've come a long way today. We'll continue your training later, but for now I'm going to release you, OK."

Pete felt helpless but didn't want the restraints to come off. "Are you going to take all of it off me Sir." he was loving it so much he wanted more. He wasn't ready to leave yet.

"Don't worry I know you need some form of restraint, at all times, I have plans for that from now on for you, you do live alone don't you?" He knew the answer he'd stalked Pete's facebook to be sure."

"Yes I do Sir, I live on my own."

"Well I'll need to see your house and we will need to make some adjustments and alterations so that your training can continue even when you're not with me.

"What alterations Sir?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head on that one, I will just need to be able to train and punish you at your house whenever I need to. We'll do it all together and it will make the house much more suitable for a submissive slut."

"Now that you know how delicious your Masters cum tastes, I need to tell you a few things, firstly it is your breast milk. As a baby faggot it's what will make you thrive, from here on in, you'll be eating all of my cum, all of your own faggot juice whenever I milk you, but you also need to start to get used to the idea that you'll be eating a lot of other men's cum too, but only Alpha males on my orders."

Now Pete was bit by bit becoming resigned to the future, because overall he knew that deep down, it was what he wanted, to be dominated and controlled, he knew that now. He knew more that that that he needed it and craved it. He knew he couldn't have the pleasure of his Master without committing to please him, however he chose.

"Yes Sir, whatever you say Sir." Yet he still couldn't really comprehend that he'd ever have to service another man other than Mark, surely his new Master wouldn't really make him do that, maybe he was just saying that to test him.

Mark undid the collar and removed it, allowing Pete to rotate his neck and get the stiffness out of it.

Then Mark undid the chains attaching Pete's ankles to his wrists and finally he instructed Pete to get on all fours. Although he was stiff from kneeling for so long he did as he was bade.

"Arch your back down and push your ass up, get your knees wide apart bitch."

Pete did as he was told trying to make himself look as good as possible for his Master.

Mark moved the tripod to ensure that he had Pete's full profile in the shot but from an angle where his face was clearly in view, it would be another perfect blackmail video.

Mark knelt beside Pete and caressed his shoulders, back and butt cheeks, admiring them as he went.

"Good strong shoulders and back, that'll be able to take some serious punishment, a truly voluptuous ass, I am going to love punishing your butt and indeed pleasuring myself in it for hours slut."

Pete was in heaven, loving the praise and attention and the most of all the caresses.

Then Mark reached under to Pete's belly, and stroked it, before declaring his verdict.

"Now this we will have to work on, I love your tits." as he cupped each one hanging down. "But we have to reduce your weight and your waist size. I'll be giving you an exercise regime and I'm thinking we'll get you a personal trainer possibly, or maybe I'd do that."

"Please Sir can you be my personal trainer..."

"We'll see, it will depend on how good you are with your faggot slut training, so we'll see, it will be up to you, put the work in and I'll do it, but if not I'll get someone else, and they'll have to know all about you."

"Please don't do that Sir, it's such a small town, everyone would get to know."

"Then be a good girl and it'll be OK."

The list of names was confusing Pete, slut, faggot, bitch, girl, what was he letting himself in for.

Mark took the base of the big plug and began to pull. The lube had dried and it was stuck fast. He rocked it back and forth and twisted it with one hand whilst wanking Pete's soft cock in between his finger and thumb, making sure that was clearly in the view of the camera, but that his own face was out of the shot.

Pete began to rock back onto the plug as it re-entered him with each stroke, Mark had the plug motions and stroking in synch and after a couple of minutes Pete came through his soft cock. Mark used the plug so that it was touching and rubbing against Pete's prostate to milk every last drop out.

"Now lick that all up but don't swallow it slut."

Pete hesitated and then felt the riding crop hard on his ass cheek. He muffled the noise of the pain and leaned his head down, and began licking up the teaspoon or so of his cum and as he rose he kept it in his mouth.

Mark took a pair of black lace, shiny knickers from the chest and held the gusset in front of Pete's mouth.

"Now carefully spit your sissy cum onto your new panties, cover the crotch with it."

As Pete covered them, Mark held them to Pete's face wiping the cum over his lips, nostrils and face.

"Now stand and put these knickers on and pull them all the way up and into your crack."

Pete began to pull the wet knickers up and had his smooth cock and balls resting in the cummy crotch of the panties.

"That's better, now you look more feminine and you reek of cum, like a good little cum slut should. Get used to this smell, it's good for advertising you to other Alpha males I might wish to share you with."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir." Pete was beginning to accept this new reality, there seemed little else he could do. As he breathed in all he could smell was fresh cum, his warm asshole and balls making the smell even more intense.

Mark unlocked both the ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs, putting them back in the chest and then told Pete to wait there.

He went out of the room back to his office and brought another bag back and opened it on the table and pulled out a black lace waist cincher.

"Now to get you fully dressed for your journey home as my sissy slut."

"Yes Sir."

He put the cincher around Pete's waist, and began to tighten the drawstrings getting Pete to breathe in periodically so that he could tighten it. Once he had it so tight that Pete could only take shallow breaths, he used a little padlock to lock Pete into it.

"Now this stays on until later when I can release you remotely, I take it you have good WIFI at home. That will be some time in the morning as we need to train this fat waist of yours. You'll be wearing this a lot from now on in, in fact most spare hours at home you'll be restrained and retrained, we're going to be working on making you more appealing and more suitable to be my sub.

"How can you control the lock Sir?"

"They are all the same, I simply send the message from my phone and then they will open, it's the latest technology, uses the wifi."

The next item Mark picked up was a tight pair of PVC boy shorts with a crotch zip, he had Pete put his feet gingerly into each hole and then slowly pulled, yanked and cajoled them up over Pete's large thighs. They were extremely tight as Mark had hoped, there was no way Pete could get anything in or out of the legs of the shorts.