Married Man Trapped Ch. 02 – A Compelling and Intense Gay Sex Story
A gay sex story: Married Man Trapped Ch. 02
I’m in deep shit. That was the thought that kept running through my head as I sucked on another man’s balls. The fact that I was sucking on a man’s balls wasn’t the issue as I bounced one of his balls on my tongue, feeling the heft of it. I had come to this man’s house as a mostly straight married man to explore a dark fantasy of being dominated and used by another man. What I didn’t expect was that there would be a hidden camera recording me submitting to him and then being threatened with having those videos leaked if I didn’t agree to be his sex slave. The man in question was just sitting on his phone, editing the aforementioned videos, while I was sucking on his balls like they were jolly ranchers. Occasionally, I would hear myself begging for cock and would feel myself cringe at the desperation in my voice. Anyone who saw that would know what a wanton faggot I had been. I had kept my dark desires a secret from everyone I knew, and now that secret was firmly in the hands of this man, who seemed eager to turn me into his personal sex slave.
Realizing I was no longer hearing the videos anymore, I looked up to see him watching me with a smug look on his face.
“Enjoying yourself, boy?”
“No.. Master,” I replied, hating that I felt my cock start to stiffen now that his attention was back on me.
“You could’ve fooled me. You looked so content down there sucking on my balls.”
Pushing my head back, he looked down and saw that my cock was getting hard. “Hmm, your cock seems to disagree. A slave should never lie to its master. You will need to be punished for that,” he said with a grin.
After a few more minutes of him watching me suck his balls, he broke the silence. “You should know my friends have copies of our videos now. They know not to share them, but if something were to happen to me, they would start posting them online. Understand, slave?”
“I understand, Master.”
“Good,” he said, standing up and moving behind me. “On your hands and knees,” he said, removing the locks that connected my restraints together.
He moved the coffee table so it was pointed at the TV. “Get up on the coffee table, slut. I want to get a closer look at my new property.”
Swallowing my reply that I was no one’s property, I crawled up onto the table, doing my best to deal with this surreal situation.
“Hold your head up. Good. Arch your back and present your ass for me. There you go,” he said, casually groping my ass as he stood next to me. “I’m going to enjoy turning this ass nice and red. This position is called all fours. When I say all fours, I will expect you to get into this position.” I felt his hands roaming over my stomach and down to my balls. I gasped when he gave them a firm squeeze and let out a soft moan when he wrapped his hand around my cock and gave it a few strokes. To my shame, that is all it took to get me fully erect again. “Still enjoying yourself, boy?”
“I… yes, Master,” I admitted, not wanting to add on to my future punishment.
“In our messages, you told me you were looking forward to being spanked. Have you been spanked before?”
“No, Master.”
“Perfect. How about you remind me why you were looking forward to being spanked.”
In a quiet voice, I responded, “I like the power exchange aspect of it, Master. Holding my position while another man spanks my ass shows my willingness to submit to him. The humiliation of being punished and then made to thank them for it really demonstrates his power over me.”
“Well, lucky for you, I enjoy punishing my slaves. Not only when they disobey, but sometimes just as a reminder to them that they are just property.”
As we were talking, he had been busy moving a camera right in front of me. After a few moments, I saw my face looking back at me on the TV. I felt my shoulders slump, realizing we were about to make another video, and this time there will be no denying that I am aware of being filmed.
“There we go,” he said, getting the camera set up just how he wanted. “Oh, don’t look so sad, slave. You get to fulfill a fantasy of being spanked by another man. Isn’t it only fair that I get to fulfill my fantasies as well? I love watching my slaves take their first punishment and learn their place in the world.”
“Before we get started, we need to go over some basic rules. You will be expected to follow these rules when we are in private, and if you don’t, you will be punished. I will read you the rules, and you will say them back to me. Make sure to pay close attention, as I will expect you to recite these on command.”
“Rule number one: This slave will always show proper respect to its superiors.”
“This slave will always show proper respect to its superiors,” I replied woodenly.
“That means when we are in private, you will address me as Master and every other non-slave as sir or ma’am unless a specific title is given instead.”
“Rule number 2: This slave will never lie to its superiors.”
“This slave will never lie to its superiors.”
“A slave lying to its Master is a major act of disrespect and will be dealt with harshly,” he said with a matter-of-factness that sent a chill down my spine.
“Rule number 3: This slave will not use furniture unless given explicit permission.”
“This slave will not use furniture unless given explicit permission.”
“Rule number 4: This slave will obey orders given by its superiors within a reasonable amount of time.”
“This slave will obey orders given by its superiors within a reasonable amount of time.”
“Well done, boy. You would do well to memorize those. It will save this sweet ass of yours from some punishment,” he said, giving my ass a solid smack.
“Now we need to go over the protocol for your punishments. When you are being spanked, you will count them out and say thank you for each one,” he said as he started to casually rub my ass with his hands.
I felt my breath start to quicken, and I started to allow myself to enjoy this again. I didn’t want to be filmed being spanked, but there was nothing I could do about that. I might as well make the most of the situation for now and play out this fantasy.
“Yes, Master,” I replied, looking right into the camera and making sure my ass was up in the air, waiting for him to get started.
Not wanting to break his rules, I focused on the camera lens, but out of my peripheral vision, I was watching him on the TV. I saw him look up at the TV so he could see my face as he spanked my ass with his bare hand. Hard.
“Ahhh,” I moaned. Despite watching him, the sting of it still surprised me, and I instinctively moved forward to get away from the pain.
“Back in position!” He snapped at me.
Quickly, I moved back and stuck my ass back in the air. Remembering his instructions, I said, “One, thank you, Master.”
Not wasting any time, he smacked my other cheek just as hard.
“Two, thank you, master.”
Smack
“Three, thank you, Master.”
Smack
“Four, thank you, Master.”
On number 20, I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a soft moan before I obediently called out, “Twenty, thank you, Master.”