The Capture and Sale of Sam Pt. 03 - Sam's First Taste of Cock

After Sam's brutal 'preparation' by his captors, in which he was denuded of his axillary and pubic hair, then given multiple tap water enemas to clean his 'pussy', he was left alone in a private room to wait for his Master. He was still recovering from the shocks that had coursed through his body courtesy of the weaponized collar and cuffs. The electricity startled him as he tried to gratify and relieve the tension in his stiff, erect cock. He didn't know it was against any rules to engage in masturbation. All Sam really wanted was for his cock to unburden itself and return to a soft, flaccid, relaxed condition. He was really uncomfortable from his constant aroused state. Apparently there were many rules of faggotry that Sam would need to learn, and the forbidden nature of self-gratification was paramount among them.

Sam was waiting nervously for Master Sergio. There was part of him that just wanted to get it over with. He knew whatever loomed was inevitable. He still couldn't believe how suddenly his life had changed. Less than 24 hours ago, he was a carefree college stud with unlimited future potential. He had a stellar GPA in biochem. He had a fitness modeling gig on the side which paid pretty damn well. There were plenty of hot babes hitting him up all the time. Now he was enslaved, emasculated, and told that he was forevermore a 'fuck slave bitch'. Was this really happening? Would he wake up from this vivid nightmare soon?

Part of him wondered if his handlers were lying to him about the security features of his collar and cuffs. Maybe he could just walk out the door and the shackles would do nothing. Even if all they did was only shock him, he knew that would be fully sufficient to stop him dead in his tracks. That previous painful experience had been horrific and unbearable. But if the ankle and wrist cuffs were also super-powered electromagnets, that would hog-tie him, he would certainly be completely incapacitated. Should he test it? Would he be stupid not to at least try? It might be his last chance at freedom.

His thoughts of escape were interrupted by the entrance of Master Sergio accompanied by two of His bodyguards. The Man definitely had a commanding presence. He towered over Sam. It was no exaggeration when the handlers had told him that Master Sergio was 6 ft 4in compared to Sam's 5 ft 10 in frame. Sam guessed the Man had at least a 75 lbs advantage over him as well.

Master Sergio was a striking Man in his upper 50s. He was the quintessential silver fox. He had light full-trimmed beard, full head of white hair, piercing eyes, and was muscular in all the right areas. It appeared true that he could handle himself among other men without any difficulty.

"Up on your feet, faggot!" one of the body guards shouted. "You will show Master Sergio respect at all times, puta." Sam had been relaxing with a semi-slouched posture and was not moving quickly enough to please this entourage, so the guard grabbed the chain attached to his collar and hoisted him upward roughly so he was standing erect on tiptoes. Sam nearly choked from the maneuver.

"Sorry, Sir," Sam uttered meekly. Even on his tiptoes, Sam's neck had to extend fully in order for his eyes to gaze up to meet his new Master, who was now towering over him, inspecting him quietly and studiously. Master Sergio had a strong, formidable presence. He did not speak. He encircled the boy, careful to absorb every detail of the slave that He had purchased just a day ago. It was though He was stalking His prey.

"Master, it's clear this slave doesn't know his way among Your greatness. Please let us take a few days, or a week, in order to train the faggot properly. Then he may be ready to serve You in the manner You rightly deserve, Sir," the bodyguard pleaded.

Master Sergio remained quiet. He was taking his time to observe and study Sam intently. His eyes bore over every inch of Sam's body. He was memorizing his face, scent, beauty, erect posture, abundant muscles, and even assessing his flaws. Sam's aroma drew the Master in. There was something about this slave that was intoxicating to Master Sergio. He could sense the slave's fear, which pleased the Master greatly. Sam was quivering slightly, feeling vulnerable, and terror yet again swept over him. His Master briefly took note of the slave's hard clit, which was inconspicuously concealed by his pink panty briefs. However, the Man did not make any mention of the slave's obvious arousal state.

"I know you mean well, Lucio. But do not contradict Me, especially in front of My slave. Do YOU understand Me?" the Master said at last. His accent was thick and domineering.

"Yes, Master. Forgive me. You only deserve the best, Sir," Lucio pleaded.

"You are dismissed," Master Sergio said to Lucio and the other guard. "Leave us alone," the Master commanded.

"Yes, Sir," Lucio said. The bodyguards left the Master and slave alone together for the first time. As the men departed, Master clutched the chained collar and fixed His gaze squarely on Sam. He had Sam firmly in His grasp at long last.

Sam was nervous to be left alone with Master Sergio. He knew this moment was coming, but he felt wholly unprepared for it. The Master continued His silent analysis. The reticence was unbearable for Sam. He was concerned that something was wrong. Was he not pleasing to his Master? Sam almost wanted to beg the Man to say something, anything.

Finally He began, "Now bitch, let's get a few things straight." He addressed Sam very simply. "You will not speak unless spoken to. I have total control over your entire being for now and all time. I know this will be difficult for you to become accustomed to. American faggots are so often insolent. But I will be patient and promise to squelch your spirit, to mold you into the pucho you are destined to be. I know it seems unreal to you, but you will come to crave Me, to want to please Me, to feel un-whole unless you are servicing Me and especially My cock," He sermonized.

Sam was quiet, gazing up at Master Sergio who continued to firmly hold and pull tightly on the chain that enslaved his neck. He wasn't certain if proper respect was to return his gaze or avert it. However, he knew now was not a time to ask questions about slave decorum.

"Let's not focus on all that now. First we must turn attention to what I like to refer to as your re-birth, your christening," Master continued. "This will be a special 'birthday' for you, faggot. A day when I will take your cherry. I will turn your asshole into a proper cunt. I cannot promise this won't be painful, especially after you see My cock." He leaned in toward Sam's neck and inhaled deeply. Sam suspected the Master was intoxicated by the pheromone lotion His staff had rubbed all over him during his 'preparation'.

The Man said all this while staring Sam down eye-to-eye, and holding firmly to his chain. It was like the chain was Sam's umbilical cord to his new Master. The Man would now be the provider of all his nutrients. "But I do promise you, pucho, that when I shoot My seed deep inside you, that you will forever belong to Me. Your cunting will be complete!" the Master proclaimed.

It was clear that with Master Sergio holding tightly to Sam's chain, He wanted to establish the dynamic. He was already staring down at His faggot. The leash was tight and constricting, tugged upward so that Sam was forced to extend his neck and behold his Master at all times.

Master shifted gears a bit, and He pulled on the chain leading and towing Sam to the nearby bed. "You picked out a nice pair of fetching pink panties, just what I like to see My fags wear. You please Me already," the Man praised. The Master sat on the edge of the bed and yanked hard on the chain guiding the slave down until Sam was kneeling in front of Him, between the Man's thick thighs. It seemed important to Master Sergio to have Sam beneath Him at all times. Even while kneeling, the chain was still tightly positioned upward so that Sam was still staring upward at his Master. "Have you ever tasted cock, bitch?"

Sam was quiet and unprepared for any questions, especially that one. He hadn't spoken thus far to Master Sergio and wasn't sure if he should. It wasn't insolence so much as apprehension. The repercussion of his silence was swift. "I asked you a question, FAGGOT!" Master Sergio smacked Sam hard across his face while simultaneously clinging to the chain with His other free hand.

Sam was stunned, but quickly regained his composure. "No, Sir. I have never tasted cock," he blurted out.

Master replied, "Good, little faggot. That's excellent! I am pleased to hear that. Your first taste of cock will be Mine. It is exactly as it should be. It's destiny!" The Master continued, "Now unzip My pants and free My cock. I am certain you are famished. Aren't you hungry, faggot, for my cock?"

"Yes, Sir," Sam uttered nervously trying to avoid another physical lashing.

Sam hurried to do exactly His bidding before any further retribution came his way. Sam was surprised when he unzipped his Master's trousers and a hard cock greeted him immediately. The Master was not wearing any underwear. It was a startling surprise to him.

A 9 inch uncircumcised cock was staring Sam right in the nose. The aroma was overpowering, somewhat musky, something he had never experienced before. It was certainly different than a girl's pussy. There was some pre-cum oozing from the glans. The girth of His Master was equally impressive, so thick! Sam didn't know what to do or how to proceed. He was unaccustomed to other men's cocks. Sure, he had seen men in the shower at the gym, but he had never seen another man's penis this close or in person before.

Master would have allow no hesitation or trepidation on Sam's part. He pulled on Sam's chain until the slave's mouth was adjacent to His loin. "Taste My pre-cum, faggot. It's just what a puta like you needs," He chuckled heartily. Master Sergio used a few fingers to gently guide open Sam's mouth and then eased it down onto His glistening crown. Sam tasted the bitter, salty nectar as the head of the cock penetrated his mouth. He gagged on the concoction, even if the thought of it might have been more the issue than the actual taste.

As soon as Sam gagged, Master used that as a golden opportunity to drive His cock ever deeper into Sam's mouth while holding steady on his chain. "Use that mouth pussy, you little bitch," his Master commanded. "Come on, you faggot. You've got to suck on it: long, hard sucks. Use those faggot throat muscles to make love to your Master's cock!"

"It is extremely important that you keep your mouth open and your throat relaxed, pucho!" He instructed. "And keep those God damned teeth out of the way!"

Master Sergio put one hand behind Sam's head to apply forward pressure, and another on the chain and continued to pull up on the chain. "I want you to look Me in the eyes as you take My cock, your VERY first cock," He instructed. "You need to show me with your eyes how much My cock means to you, boy!"

Sam was struggling to breathe as the Man was driving the cock in and out of his mouth relentlessly. The new faggot had no control as he was collared and leashed, and the leash was being yanked forcefully onto the Master's throbbing manhood. Sam couldn't help but gag incessantly. He was worried Master Sergio would get frustrated with him and abuse him. But as he continued to lock eyes with his Master's gaze, he could see the lust in His eyes.

Master Sergio continued to fuck the slave's mouth. Sam had saliva coming out of his mouth and mucus from his nose. He was a literal mess. The Master was unrelenting, rutting. He lost himself in the aggression of the act, and Sam became a blur to Him, sexual desire having taken over the Master.

Master Serigo finally peaked in ecstasy. His release came, and He spewed His cum with a deafening orgasm, "OH FUCK, PUCHO!" When He did, Master Sergio was careful to pull tightly on the chain so that Sam's nostrils were meeting his Master's pubic bone and thus all of His cock was deeply embedded in His faggot's throat. His Master was convulsing as jet after jet of warm cum was erupting from His massive cock. The effusion seemed never-ending. Somehow, Master managed to elicit the following words: "Now listen carefully to Me, bitch. You will swallow every bit of My seed. Not one precious drop will leak beyond the corners of your mouth," He charged.

Sam gulped multiple times with the cock and cum filling his mouth. He did a decent job, at least where it mattered most. Sam swallowed Master Sergio's cum as though his life depended on it. For all he knew, it may have been a matter of life and death. The cum tasted only mildly offensive to Sam. The idea of a stud swallowing cum was too much of a blow to his ego. He imagined Master's cum swimming in his stomach, changing him irrevocably. Sam thought for certain that his Master's seed was inside him causing a metamorphosis of sorts. Sam was a cum-swallowing faggot now.

"You suck cock like a stupid bitch," his Master bellowed, interrupting Sam's thoughts. "We will have to work on that mouth pussy of yours, boy. Faggots should definitely know how to suck cock better than that. You should be making love to your Master's cock," he asserted. "Cum will be a necessary nutrient for you in no time," He laughed. "But at least you SWALLOWED it like a good little bitch that you are." Sam couldn't help but wonder if Master was correct. Would he grow to crave cum? Somehow, Sam believed this might be his destiny.

Master Sergio stood up while Sam was still kneeling on the floor recovering. The Master quickly shed the rest of His clothes, tossing them aside. He was a formidable being, whether clothed or not. Sam couldn't help but marvel at his muscular torso. How could a Man his age be so well-built? Sam concluded that He must have good genes or anabolic steroids on His side. Through it all Sam still sported a solid, unwavering erection. He needed sexual release soon or he thought he would die. Hopefully, his Master would provide that for him soon.

"Now it's time for your grand prize," Master declared. "Prepare to get fucked, prepare to get that cunt christened, pucho."

The moment had come at last. Slave bitch Sam would finally get fucked by Master Sergio.

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