A gay story: Shelter from the Storm Pt. 03 This is a direct continuation of Part 2. That chapter ended with Aston on the walls of the fortress, on the brink of a life-changing decision: will he go back to the world outside? Or will he stay in the harem, give up his freedom, and become a slave-boy for all the men?
This is the final installment in this story. As before, there are light non-consent elements, and it is a purely gay male story with no women in sight — just a lot of cock …
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The golden light of the sunset on the towering stone walls of the fortress was warm and beautiful. It made the entire place seem solid, unshakeable, and deeply rooted. But right in that moment I had become suddenly oblivious to the beauty of the sunset. I was frozen, a shiver of alarm running through my body, as I watched Kirios striding towards me along the battlements.
Was he … was he about to … did I want him to …
Because after all, he had a right to my body if he wanted, just like all the other men. While I was within the fortress, I had to obey the rules, even if I did choose to leave when that moment came.
So much for coming up here on the walls so I could get a clear head and think through my decision.
A few feet away from me, Kirios stopped, and looked at me. On his chiseled, olive-skinned face, there was a knowing, amused smile.
“So,” he said. “Taking some time out, Aston?”
It really was incredible the way he seemed able to read me like that. Those piercing dark eyes once again seemed to be looking deep into me, and I had the uncomfortable sensation that there was nothing I could hide from this man. He could sense how I felt, sense what I wanted — sense it, perhaps, even better than I could feel it myself.
Kirios chuckled, and turned to lean on the battlements, looking out over the shadowy landscape. He was magnificent in profile — that hard jawline, those long, curly black locks, those lean muscles on his bare arms below his rolled-up sleeves.
“Have you been in the stable this whole afternoon?” he asked me.
“Um — yes,” I replied. “With — um — with Pete and Ben.”
He shot me an amused smirk. “And how did it feel, idling away the time with some other little boys?”
My stomach twisted with pleasure. It was an extremely confusing sensation.
“I — well — they, um, they made me feel very — er — very welcome.”
I could tell exactly how lame I sounded. But Kirios just laughed, and stretched his arms behind his head, grinning as he looked out again at the hills and woods below us. For a moment, there was silence. I stood beside him, unsure what to do. Then he spoke.
“I was preparing for this a long time before the collapse, you know.”
I looked at him, startled.
“Oh yes,” he nodded. “I realised a long time ago that this is how it’s meant to be. That a community like this is the natural order of the world. The great collapse just made it easier to make it happen.”
He smiled at me, and leant again on the battlements, looking completely at his ease.
“I was head of a business back then. A small company in high finance. We were discreet, smart, and very successful. I made a lot of money.”
He sounded totally indifferent to it. There was no trace of regret for that long-lost, civilised world.
“And working in my company, there were a number of … boys. Technically men of course — fresh out of their economics degrees, in their early 20s and knowing nothing about the real world — but deep down, they were boys. They thought they wanted success and money and women. They thought they wanted to be in control, to get ahead, to run their own lives. But deep down …”
Kirios gave a slow, reminiscent grin.
“I think on some unconscious level, they joined my company in the first place because they wanted to submit. Something in them responded to me when I interviewed them, even if they didn’t realise it at the time. And so there they were — three of them, in our offices, young and fresh and not having any clue what they really wanted. What they really needed.”
I wasn’t sure why, but I was hooked. I was hanging on his every word.
“And I didn’t do anything with them at first. After all, I was socialised against it, wasn’t I? Oh, I don’t mean being gay,” he added, seeing my questioning look. “I never had any trouble accepting that I want boys. No, I mean socialised against taking it. We all got taught from our earliest days that using our natural power to dominate others is wrong. That following our clear instincts to take our pleasure in the naturally subservient is not okay. We were all forbidden, all our lives, to accept our part in a natural order of men. An order where some men are fitted to be in control, and other men are fitted to be owned, used, and enjoyed, submitting all their being to the pleasure of a stronger man.
“So for the longest time, I didn’t touch those cute, clueless boys. Even though some part of me knew, even then, that boys like that are meant to be nothing more than toys for men like me. I was their employer, and I thought that meant it would be wrong to take them for myself. But then …”
He paused, still with that wistful smile on his face.
“I had had a long day, and a couple of deals had worked out badly for me. I was less patient, less inhibited than I normally would have been. Everyone else had gone home, apart from one of those three boys. He came to my office to deliver some papers.”
I realised I was holding my breath.
“He didn’t struggle. He didn’t resist. It was like some part of him had known all along that this was coming. Of course he was shocked, he was frightened — I remember him looking up at me with that scared look on his face … but at the same time, his instincts told him to obey me. Somewhere inside him, he knew that this was what he was made for.
“After that, I took him whenever I wanted. I would call him into my office, tell him to get on his knees under my desk, and order him to worship me with his cute little mouth. I’d bend him over the desk, or put him on my couch, and spend as long as I wanted working out all my stress in his peachy ass. He never objected. I assumed, when I started, that he would want me to give him a promotion or a raise — that if I was going to use him like this, he’d at least expect me to favour him in some way. I thought that was how these office affairs were supposed to work. But do you know what? He never even hinted at it.” Kirios gave a satisfied smile. “I honestly believe it never even crossed his mind. He wasn’t submitting to my cock because he wanted me to be his sugar daddy. He was submitting to my cock because he understood that this was the correct relationship between us. That a boy like him belonged in that position: at my beck and call, obedient, knowing that his ass was the natural property of bigger, stronger men.
“So then, of course, I moved on to the others. One at a time I called them into my office, and I made them suck and fuck for me. Oh, they were such good boys … and just like the first one, they both accepted it without even a question. After I gave them their first pounding — oh, the noises they made, there’s nothing in the world like the moans and squeals of a boy taking a big cock — after those first poundings, I told them that this was how it would be from that time on. And both of them just nodded, and said yes sir, I understand sir, I’ll do whatever you say sir. Like they knew that this was their place.
“Would you believe it, I actually thought at first that I might have to keep them secret from each other. As if any of those boys would have dared to even think that they had a right to ask me not to take my pleasure in any boy’s ass I wanted. That’s how much we’re taught to think it’s not okay, you see. We ignore all our own instincts, all the things we know are right, because we’re taught to think that three boys all submitting to one man’s cock is somehow unequal, or unfair, when in fact it’s the most natural thing in the world. Of course, I didn’t hang on to that idea for long. Soon I realised that not one of them would have dreamed of expecting that he would be the only boy I’d fuck. They understood that a man like me has a right to fuck as many boys as he wants, and those boys are just lucky to be used by him.
“So of course, I was soon calling them into my office two at a time, or even three at a time. I was making them make out for me, and fuck each other for me. Not one of them ever questioned my orders, or suggested that I should be giving them pay or promotions for all the times I used them as my slaves. Pretty soon I was ordering some of them to come to my house in the evenings and on the weekends. They always came, of course. I remember the first time I had all three of them in my house for the weekend. They didn’t put their pants back on until they left on Monday morning. I had them in my pool, in my bed, in the shower, on the couch, on the floor — I’d never come so many times in my life until then. All I did the whole weekend was empty my balls into their mouths, onto their faces, and into their asses. Whenever I ran out of steam I’d just order them to lick and suck for me; and after ten minutes of that, I was always ready to give one of them another pounding.”
My cock was pressed urgently against the fabric of those tight pink shorts that were still my only garment. This story was making me deliriously turned on. I found myself suddenly yearning that I could have been there — that I could have been one of those three boys in Kirios’ house, being a good little slave for him for days on end.
“So that was how I realised how things are meant to work,” Kirios went on. “After the collapse, I knew I wanted to set up a new community — somewhere where life could be the way it’s meant to be. And so you see, the collapse has actually made things easier. It’s cleared away all of the custom and law and inhibition that always stopped us from living the way our bodies and our instincts crave. Now there’s no government to stop us, and no moralists to shout over the top of us. The natural order prevails. Men like me take what they want; boys like you get used as slaves. And every one of us knows our place.”
He turned, and looked me dead in the eye.
“Do you know your place yet, Aston?”
My breath was coming in short, fast pants. I couldn’t look away as he held my gaze.
“I … um … maybe,” I whispered.
He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe?”
My head felt jammed. I couldn’t think. A wild, desperate desire was hammering inside me. But something in my head was still holding me back. I don’t know if it was fear, or shame, or pride in my freedom, or sheer stubborn unwillingness to let go. But I was still hesitating, still teetering on the brink, not letting myself give in to the hungry, aching, deep, passionate yearning that was filling me inside.
“I don’t know,” I said.
Kirios looked at me. Then he sighed.
“Very well, Aston,” he said — and he sounded disappointed. Not disappointed for his own sake, but disappointed like a teacher or a parent: the disappointment that told me I had not lived up to what I should be.
“Follow me,” Kirios told me. I wanted to stop him — I wanted to take back my answer, tell him I was sorry, do anything to please him — and I was suddenly hating myself for not saying yes, for not being ready, for not being able to say I knew what I wanted. But he had turned, and he was walking away along the wall, and all I could do was hurry after him.
Kirios led me down a flight of stairs that led inside, into the corridors and chambers of the fortress, and down some snaking passageways. We didn’t see any other men or boys. At last Kirios led me into a small storeroom lined with shelves. He lifted something off a high shelf, turned, and placed it in my hands.
It was a pile of clothes — dry, clean, and folded. My clothes. The clothes I had been wearing last night, when I came in out of the storm.
“Change into these before you leave,” said Kirios. “Leave the shorts in here — don’t take them with you.”
My stomach plummeted. I stared in alarm at Kirios, and I was suddenly feeling slightly sick.
“But I still have another night!” I burst out. “I don’t have to make a decision until the morning!”
He frowned at me — a disapproving, disappointed frown.
“Aston, if you haven’t accepted what you want by now, you are never going to be able to accept it. After your experiences here last night and today, you have no excuse for not realising what your place is meant to be. I would have expected you to be ready. Evidently, I was wrong.”
It was like a pit had opened up beneath me. I felt like I was falling, horribly, into a terrible, cold gulf.
“You’re not ready to make this choice, Aston,” Kirios told me. “And I cannot accept you into this community if you are still in denial about your true nature. Change back into your clothes, and go.”
He turned to leave. I felt like I was about to cry. I felt abandoned. I felt terribly alone. I wanted to call after him, tell him I was ready, tell him I could do it, tell him I wanted … but even now the words stuck in my throat.
Kirios paused in the doorway. He half-turned his head to glance back at me.
“If you wish to speak to me again before you leave,” he said quietly, “I will be in the main chamber in the central tower.” And then he was gone.
I felt numb. I couldn’t believe it. Except that I could believe it, and that was what made it so awful. With no warning, I had been thrust right back out of the beautiful, sensual, exciting, extraordinary world that I had found in this fortress. For 24 hours I had tasted a giddy, happy, deliriously fun new reality. I had come alive in a whole new way. But that reality had been an illusion. I should have known. It was too good to be true. And now that illusion had been ripped away, leaving me with the world outside, and with myself — my own familiar, ordinary, disappointing self. The me that had not been able to tell Kirios I wanted to stay.
Slowly, not knowing what I was doing, I took off the little pink shorts. I pulled on my freshly laundered garments, and thought miserably of how soon they would be dirtied and smelly again. I laid down the pink shorts on a spare shelf — and felt tears pricking insistently in my eyes, and a horrible lump in my throat. Fighting down the urge to sob, I stepped out of the room.
I went down a staircase, and found myself standing in a short corridor with one end opening onto an inner courtyard, and the other end opening onto a room I recognised, even seeing only a glimpse of it through the partially open door. It was the guard room I had entered last night. The room with the door that led out into the world outside.
Just … just not yet, I told myself. Let me pause here for a moment. Not yet. Not yet.
I walked slowly down the corridor to the courtyard, avoiding looking back at the guard room. I reached the courtyard and surveyed it, barely seeing it. Night had fallen now, and there were no men or boys in sight. Rising high above the rest of the fortress, the grand cylindrical central tower stretched upwards into the night on the far side of the courtyard.
There were lights in the high windows.
All of a sudden, I felt a new resolve sputtering to life inside me — a determined flame flaring up in my chest. Why should I accept the world outside? Why should I go back to that lonely, cold, and hopeless life? Maybe I did know what I wanted. Maybe I was ready to make that choice. This place was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I didn’t want to give it up.
I looked up at that tower. Kirios had told me he would be in there if I wanted to speak to him again before I left. Well, maybe I did want to speak to him.
I took a deep breath. And I strode forwards across the courtyard.
There was an open door at the base of the tower, and stepping through it, I found a spiral staircase climbing upwards. I made my way up the shadowy stairs, my heart beating wildly in my chest, still not sure exactly what I was going to say to Kirios, but knowing that I needed to say something. At the top of the stairs I came out onto a dimly lit landing. Another staircase climbed further upwards, but from behind a closed door on this level, I could hear a murmur of many voices. It sounded like a large, jovial gathering — I could hear chatter and laughter. Warm electric light was creeping around the edges of the door.
My stomach twisting with frightened, nervous anticipation, I opened the door.
I didn’t know how many men were in this fortress. But I knew immediately when I opened that door that I must surely be looking at almost every single one of them. Every single one of the men, that is, because I wasn’t counting the younger and smaller ones that I had learnt to think of as boys; there were only two or three of them, moving around the room in their tiny pink shorts, carrying trays of food. The men stood around the large, high-ceilinged chamber, chatting in small groups, with glasses of what looked like champagne in their hands. There was a crackling fire in a fireplace just to my left, and a table along one wall laden with fruit and snacks. It seemed to be some sort of party.
But as I stood in the doorway and heads turned to look at me, silence spread suddenly across the room. In a moment, every single man had stopped talking. They were all turning to look in my direction, and I felt like I was caught in a bright spotlight. Nobody seemed surprised to see me. Indeed, I could have sworn that some of them were looking at me with amused satisfaction on their faces, as though my appearance had confirmed something they had been expecting.
A man stepped forward, the crowd parting to give him space. It was Kirios. He was looking at me not with a disappointed frown this time, but with a warm, welcoming smile. And there was something else in his face too …
Hunger. He was looking at me with intense, possessive hunger.
“So,” he said quietly. “Here he is. I knew you’d come, Aston.”
I blushed furiously. Some of them men chuckled.
“Everyone is gathered here,” Kirios said, looking straight into my eyes, “to witness your initiation ceremony, Aston. If you choose to do it, you will pledge yourself here and now, in this room, to the service of our pleasure. You will give up your freedom, and you will become the permanent property of the fortress — a plaything to be enjoyed by every man here, whenever he wishes, in any way he wants. I have called us together so that every single one of your new owners can be present to see you join our community.”
My heart was hammering in my chest. The entire room had their eyes on me — the men watching me with hungry, possessive stares; the few boys, standing attentively at their sides, watching me with riveted curiosity.
“You may not take the night to think on it,” Kirios went on. “Not anymore. The time has come to decide what you want, Aston. Once you complete the ceremony, there will be no going back. You will be a sex slave. Of course, you will be protected, and you will be looked after. But you will no longer have the right to make your own decisions about anything that we do with you.”
Kirios paused, and regarded me with an amused smile.
“Are you ready, Aston?”
Ready. Ready to give up my freedom. Ready to become a possession, a toy, an object, a plaything. Ready to never again be in control. It was madness. How had I let it get this far? I was standing on the brink of giving away all the values I had been taught — my independence, my autonomy, my dignity. How could I want to lose those things?
But didn’t I also want to be happy? And didn’t I want to be cared for? And didn’t I deserve, after all, to feel alive, and to feel pleasure, and to feel joy?
And what sweet joy I had discovered here. What dizzying pleasure. Because in this place, I had discovered two things above all: that I loved having no control … and that I loved cock. The thought of spending my entire future being used as a toy by big men with big cocks was already making me go dizzy with arousal. I wanted to be a possession. I wanted to have no choice, and be just a fucktoy for any man who wanted me.
I wanted to be a slave. And there was no denying it anymore.
I lifted my head — and as I did so, I noticed a face that I recognised in the crowd. It was James. He gave me a warm, generous, radiant smile. A welcoming smile. Though I definitely didn’t miss the gleam of desire in his eye.
I took a deep breath, and looked back at Kirios.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m ready.”
A ripple of wind seemed to go around the room, as the assembled men let out their breath, and murmurs of satisfaction and excitement spread through the chamber. Kirios gave me an understated but unmistakeably triumphant smile.
“Very well then,” he said. “The ceremony. We are going to perform a short ceremony, Aston, in which you will pledge yourself to be a sex slave. Clear the centre of the room, everyone, and stand to the sides.”
They all moved, clearing a wide space in the middle of the room. Kirios himself walked to stand on the far side, opposite the spot where I stood.
“Take off your clothes, Aston,” he told me, “and drop them into the fire. You will never need them again.”
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It still didn’t feel real. Part of my brain was panicking, racing around in desperate circles, trying to tell me I was insane, I was being ridiculously, impossibly reckless. But it was all but completely submerged — drowned out by the surging, hot, blood-fizzing-in-my-veins feeling that had risen up inside me to fill my chest and my head. I was dizzily, wildly excited. I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life. I was so turned on that it felt like every nerve in my skin was on full alert. And I was terrified. But I knew, at last, that this was what I wanted.
Slowly, I began to strip. I took off my clothes, and dropped them, one by one, into the fireplace. It felt so weird — voluntarily destroying the only things that tied me to the life of running and hiding that I had lived for years. Soon I was down to only my underpants, and the bulge of my cock, fully erect, was plain for all to see. As I awkwardly pulled down my pants and my cock sprang out, I heard a few amused titters. I had no idea if they were laughing because I was hard, or because my cock was — compared to the ones I had seen on men in this place — small. But if it was the latter, I realised I didn’t care one little bit. My cock should be smaller than theirs. They were going to be my owners. I was going to be their toy. It was only right — it was only natural — that a smaller, weaker boy like me should submit my body to men like them.
I dropped my pants into the fire, and turned, fully naked, to face Kirios. I was acutely aware of the gaze of all the men as their eyes ran across my body, and I felt myself blushing as I resisted the impulse to cover my cock. But there was no covering my ass, and that was what they seemed to be really looking at. They were looking quite openly — not a single man was attempting to be discreet. They were looking at my small, slim body, toned and fit but still small and slight, as though I was an object. As though my firm, peachy ass was nothing more than a particularly delicious treat.
It suddenly flashed into my head that in the weeks and months to come, every single man in this room was going to fuck my ass. I knew this should have been obvious to me already, but somehow it hit me in that moment with sudden, terrifying clarity. Every one of the men looking at my naked body right now, with that intense, penetrating, possessive hunger, was going to have me to himself on some night to come. Every one of them was going to bend me over, and slide his cock into my ass.
Jesus, was I really ready for this?
“Aston,” Kirios said in a loud, commanding voice that filled the room. “Get down on your hands and knees, and crawl to me.”
My breath coming in quick, deep gasps, I sank to my knees on the carpet. I put my hands on the floor, and began to crawl, slowly, across the width of the room towards Kirios. I was conscious of my back slightly arching, and my naked ass very slightly swaying from side to side as I crawled, and I could feel the gaze of all those men like heat.
I reached Kirios, and knelt at his feet. Nervously I looked up at him, and saw him looking down at me with a satisfied smirk. He stepped slightly forward, so that his crotch was mere inches from my face. Unable to stop myself, I glanced down from his eyes to look directly in front of me. The front of his grey, neatly tailored suit pants was tight and straining against his hips. A huge, hard thing was pressed against it inside.
My breath catching in my throat, I looked back up to see him grinning wickedly at the sight of me on my knees for him. Then holding my gaze, he began to unbuckle his belt.
I held my breath while slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his belt off, dropped it on the carpet, and undid the front of his pants. But when at last he pulled it out, I couldn’t stop myself gasping out loud in amazed, stupefied awe.
It was the biggest cock I had ever seen. It must have been at least nine inches, and a solid two inches thick — a huge, throbbing, monster cock. I traced its every inch with my eyes, from the neat, circumcised head, down the immense thickness of the hard, olive-skinned shaft, to the base, where a pair of big, squishy, heavy-looking balls hung below it. Kirios’ cock was fully erect — a proud, iron-hard, powerful thing.
The very sight of it made something shudder and break inside me. With that cock in my face, I knew I belonged on my knees for this man. I yearned to submit to that cock, to worship that cock, to give myself completely to that cock.
Kirios took his cock in his hand, and slapped my face with it several times. It felt heavy and powerful landing on my cheek, and the hard weight of it hitting my face made my stomach churn with submissive desire.
“I am going to make you say some things, Aston,” said Kirios quietly. “I am going to give you some statements to repeat, and you are going to say them. And after every single one, you are going to kiss this cock.”
“Yes sir,” I gasped. I didn’t dream of refusing. I would say whatever he wanted me to.
“And I mean really kiss it, little boy,” he told me. “After every statement you repeat, I want you to kiss and lick and cover this cock with your tongue. No sucking yet — but I still want all of your mouth caressing my cock.”
“Yes sir,” I said, my chest heaving with desire. “I’ll do it, sir.”
“Good boy,” he said softly. “Now then … repeat after me. I’m a good little boy.”
“I’m a good little boy,” I repeated immediately. And I leaned forward, and planted a big, wet, eager kiss on the shaft of his cock. It felt so good — the hardness of him just beneath the soft skin, the weight of that massive cock as I pressed my lips against it.
“I’m an obedient little boy-slut.”
“I’m an obedient little boy-slut,” I repeated. I licked him, running my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, and I tasted a salty tang as my tongue flicked across his head.
“I exist to be used for men’s pleasure.”
“I exist to be used for men’s pleasure.”
“I’m just a fucktoy for the big boys to play with.”
“I’m just a fucktoy for the big boys to play with.”
I could hear the fervent passion in my own voice, the belief in what I was saying. Nothing that Kirios was making me say felt wrong. I meant it, every word. And kissing and licking his cock was driving me wild. I was stroking it with my tongue now, trying to wrap my lips around the shaft from the side, and running my mouth up and down its length. I had gone way beyond kissing it, carried away unthinkingly by the way it made me feel.
“My mouth is for sucking cock.”
“My mouth is for sucking cock!” I gasped, yearning as I said it to be allowed to suck him, and leaning in for another long, slurping caress with my tongue.
“My ass is for men to fuck.”
“My ass is for men to fuck.” And I knew that every man in the room was looking at my bare ass as I knelt at Kirios’ feet.
“I’m a submissive little bitch.”
That one made me tingle all over with delicious pleasure. Bitch. Little submissive bitch. It was so humiliating, so disempowering. That word took away all my dignity as a man, and reduced me to a cock-sucking slave, submitting myself completely to men’s pleasure.
“I’m a submissive little bitch,” I breathed, loving the way it felt to say it.
“I’m a submissive little bitch who loves to suck big cock.”
“I’m a submissive little bitch who loves to suck big cock,” I moaned — and I took his shaft in my hand, and leaned down to lick his balls, stroking his cock with one hand while with the other I ran my tongue over his big, squishy, perfect nuts.
“I’m a submissive little bitch who gives up his ass whenever he’s told.”
“I’m a submissive little bitch who gives up his ass whenever he’s told,” I said in a desperate, yearning voice. And then, unable to stop myself: “Oh, please let me suck! Please use me, please make me your little bitch, I just want to be a good little slave for you …”
A ripple of laughter spread round the room. The men watching seemed very entertained by the way I was degrading myself.
“Soon, little fucktoy,” said Kirios, sounding amused. “Very close now — you’ve nearly completed the ceremony. Now: I am not allowed to say no.”
“I am not allowed to say no!” I cried — and it felt so liberating, so exciting, to be giving that up.
“I don’t deserve to be given a choice.”
“I don’t deserve to be given a choice.”
“I’m just a fuck object.”
“I’m just a fuck object,” I moaned, licking his cock all over, fully worshipping his shaft, and letting my tongue run back and forth energetically across his head, hoping desperately that he would let me suck it.
“I am the property of any man who wants me.”
“I am the property of any man who wants me.”
“I’m a dirty little boy-slut cumdump.”
That one gave me another massive, pleasurable shiver. “I’m a dirty little boy-slut cumdump,” I repeated.
“I’m an obedient slave.”
“I’m an obedient slave.”
Kirios took hold of my head, and gently pushed it back from his cock. I moaned in deprivation and longing, and looked up at him, begging him with my eyes. He was smiling indulgently down at me.
“Good boy,” he said. “Very good boy. Now then … to complete the ceremony, and become a slave for us, you have to suck for me until you drink my cum.”
I actually giggled with glee and gave a little bounce. I couldn’t help myself; all I wanted was to worship that cock. But then Kirios was speaking again.
“Be very sure of this, Aston,” he said, suddenly looking down at me very seriously. “When you swallow your first load of my cum, all the statements you just made will become binding, and you will not be able to back out. Even now, you could change your mind and leave if you wanted to.” And he spoke to the room: “If Aston got up and walked out now after all, and I said to let him go, would any of you stop him?”
There was a chorus of ‘no’s. “He hasn’t sealed it,” one man called out, “so he’s still free to go.”
“That’s right,” said Kirios softly. “You could still leave now, Aston. But when you suck my cock until I come, and you swallow my load, then all of the pledges you just made are sealed. Everything you said becomes irrevocable. You lose all freedom, all choice, and you become our property. You become our slave.”
I took a very deep breath.
For one moment, I felt the feeble, flickering remnants of the part of my mind that didn’t want this, rising up and trying to grab onto my thoughts, telling me to leave.
But I knew now what that part of my mind really was. It was only the scraps of the things I had been taught about myself, things that had never been true, never really what I wanted. The real me — the me I had discovered in the past 24 hours — had never truly wanted the life I had before I came to this fortress. Even before the collapse, I never truly wanted that life — all those years telling myself I was straight and strong and independent. Deep down, I had always yearned to be taken and tamed and used as a plaything. Deep down I had always wanted to be kept as a toy, used as an object, owned as a slave.
And deep down, I had always wanted big, hard cocks pummelling in my ass. Using me without me having any choice. Pumping my holes full of cum.
I swallowed hard. I took another deep breath. I looked up at Kirios, and gave him a cheeky little grin, knowing that all the excitement bubbling inside me would show on my face.
And then at long last, I leaned forward, took his massive cock in both my hands, and began to suck.
As thrilling as it was to finally slide my lips over that head, I couldn’t deny that this was challenging in a way none of the other cocks I’d sucked had been. His shaft widened quickly to the point that I could barely fit it in my mouth at all. I focused hard on what Sam had taught me last night — relaxing my throat, breathing through my nose, not letting the reflex clench — but there was no denying that I wasn’t taking this cock as deep as I wanted yet.
But all the same, it was exhilarating. It was huge and hard and tasted tangy in my mouth, and the sensation of it made me want to forget everything in my head and just suck, suck passionately on this big, hard cock, letting everything else go. I closed my eyes and moaned in bliss as I began to bob my head on that huge, beautiful monster, taking it as deep into my throat as I could, and very soon I was gagging and glugging and drooling all over it as I devoted everything I had to deep-throating that massive, gorgeous cock.
As I sucked, and Kirios put his hand on the back of my head, and I heard him moaning with pleasure above me, an excitement like I’d never known was bursting in my chest. I yearned with every slurp, every bob of my head, to feel his cum spurting into my mouth. I wanted to gulp it down, swallow it all, lick it up and sweetly, obediently gobble down that cum. Not just because I loved, loved the thought of drinking this man’s cum, just to show him how much I wanted to worship him. But also because the taste of that cum in my mouth would mean it had all come true, everything I had said. It would mean that it all became real. It would mean I was staying here.
I sucked, and slurped, and gagged on that cock, faster and faster, dizzy with how submissive it made me feel. His hand was hard on the back of my head, and his shaft was wet with drool in my hands as I stroked and tugged him while I sucked. On and on, faster and faster, deep in my eagerly sucking mouth. And then his hand tightened in my hair, and I heard him gasp, and a shudder, and —
Warm, thick, salty, milky liquid was pumping out of his cock into my mouth. I gulped it down, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his thick sticky cum, as a huge load surged out of his cock and down my eager throat. I slurped and gurgled and sucked on his head, wanting every last drop, wanting all of it.
And right in that moment, it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. A glorious burst of happiness had exploded inside me just as his cock exploded with cum in my mouth. Because swallowing that cum meant I was their property now. As I swallowed that cum, I knew I was a slave.
Kirios pulled his cock out of my mouth just as I swallowed the last of his load, the sticky cum still clinging to my tongue. He held his cock in front of my face so that I could lick him clean. As I lapped up the last of his cum from his head, I became aware that the room was full of applause. The men — my new owners — were clapping, laughing, some of them cheering. My submission to the community had pleased them.
Kirios pulled me to my feet, and I leaned against his chest, looking bashfully around at the room as I felt myself grinning with embarassment. All the men were smirking at me as they clapped and whistled. Overcome with bashfulness, I impulsively buried my face in Kirios’ chest; but I couldn’t hide my massive, happy grin as I realised they were welcoming me.
At last the applause died down. Kirios had one arm clasped around me, holding me against him. He spoke to the room.
“Very well,” he said, a deep satisfaction in his voice. “This boy is now our property. Aston has joined the fortress as our newest slave.”
There were a couple more whistles and whoops at that. I glanced up at Kirios, but he wasn’t looking at me, but gazing around the room at the other men.
The applause died down. All of a sudden, I became aware that the silence in the room had become charged. It wasn’t the relaxed silence that came after a climax. It was a tense, expectant, eager silence. A silence of anticipation.
“So,” said Kirios quietly. “You all know how we celebrate when we have a new slave.”
There were a few chuckles at that. Still clinging to Kirios, I looked around at the men. They were all looking at me with intense, burning stares. I felt suddenly, if possible, even more naked. It was like their eyes were burning holes in my body.
Then in a loud voice, Kirios said: “Pull the bed into the centre of the room, and everybody get ready.”
Bed? Ready? What was happening?
And then I saw that men all over the room were unbuttoning their shirts, unclasping their belts, undoing their pants, all of them still giving me those burning, hungry stares …
Like a thunderbolt hitting me, I realised what was about to happen.
“Oh my GOD!” I gasped. A lot of the men laughed fully out loud at that, and I could see them smirking and chuckling at the sudden realisation on my face. Kirios laughed too, and slapped me hard on my ass.
“You all heard the boy,” he declared to the room. “He’s not allowed to say no. He’s the property of any man who wants him. He’s a submissive little bitch.”
I was taking deep, heaving breaths, clinging to Kirios, my legs suddenly trembling, overcome with shock. The enormity of it was overwhelming.
“So now we’re going to teach him what that means. What that really means. At the end of the night, I’m going to take our newest little slave-boy up to my rooms. But I’m not going to do that until every single one of you has taken your first go at pumping your cum into this peachy, fuckable ass.”
Two men were dragging a big, circular bed into the middle of the room. A slave-boy was hurrying forward to set up a small table next to it, laden with several bottles of lube. And every man in the room was stripping down, and pulling out his cock.
I felt dizzy. How had I not seen this coming? I was about to be initiated into my new life in the most full-on way I could have imagined. Suddenly the experiences I’d had so far — taking cock from Sam and James, playing with the other slave-boys in the stable — felt completely inadequate to prepare me for this. I was about to be gangbanged. And there was nothing I could do about it.
A few of the men stepped forward to where Kirios and I stood. One of them took me by the upper arm, and led me towards the bed. All of the men were naked now, and the sight of their cocks was making me literally go weak at the knees. They were all so big, so hard, none of them quite as big as Kirios but all of them proud, powerful, rock-hard big cocks. Some were circumcised, some were not; some were veiny, some smooth; but all of those cocks were erect and quivering and throbbing with readiness. And I was going to be used for their pleasure.
“Oh my God, he’s so cute,” murmured one of them men standing next to me as we reached the bed.
“Look at this ass,” said another, running his hand over my ass cheeks and squeezing, his touch making me shiver with anticipation.
“I bet he’s got the tightest little asshole,” said a third. “It’s going to be absolute Heaven fucking him.”
“And such a cute mouth,” mused the man who still had one hand groping my ass. “That’s a mouth that was made to be wrapped around a cock.”
They were talking about me as though I couldn’t even hear them. As though I was just an object, a toy that they were about to play with.
“I can’t wait to hear the noises he makes,” said one of the men.
“Not for long though,” smirked another. “He’s not going to have his mouth free to make any noises at all for most of this.”
“I know,” answered the first, “but I want to hear him moan and squeal at first. And I want to see the look on that cute little face when there’s a big cock pounding in his ass.”
Their hands were all over me now, as the men standing around me caressed my chest, my ass, and fondled my erect cock. Other men were hanging back — there were too many of them to all crowd around me at once — and stroking their cocks while they watched.
“Alright then,” said the man squeezing my ass. “Let’s start enjoying our new slave.”
And he pushed me hard onto the bed.
I gasped as I was pulled onto all fours, my face down against the pillows, my knees apart at the edge of the bed, my ass raised, perfectly positioned for a man to stand at the edge of the bed and slide his cock inside me. Several men spanked my upturned ass, and I felt my body buck and quiver in response. There were indrawn breaths, noises of appreciation at the sight of me presenting my ass to be fucked, at the same time as there were also many more laughs from the watching men. Then I felt a man take me by the thighs, and one of his hands was sticky with lube. I felt the slick, lubed-up head of a cock pressing against my asshole.
“Oh fuck yes, he looks so hot like that,” somebody said.
I closed my eyes, and waited for it to begin.
The lube-slicked head of that long, thick, hard cock pushed smoothly into my asshole. I couldn’t help myself letting out a wail as I felt the heat of it entering, my asshole stretching to take it, as a blindingly intense wave of tingling, painful, beautiful heat suddenly pulsed through my body. He was sliding it slowly but surely inside me, and I was gasping and moaning uncontrollably in a long, quivering wail as that cock pushed further and further inside. It felt so big inside me, my asshole so full and so tight, and the taut heat of it made me shake and quail all over. Dimly, I was aware of men laughing, chuckling appreciatively, as they watched me taking that cock.
Then, fully inside me, he paused for a moment … and then he pulled back, and he began to fuck. And from that point on, I was aware of nothing, nothing in the world, except for cock.
Hammering, pounding, pumping cock. Cock in my ass, fucking me like I was nothing but a cumdump for his pleasure, his hands gripping my thighs, my ass cheeks slapping hard into his crotch with every pump of his cock. I didn’t even know this man’s name, and I didn’t want to, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I was his slut, his obedient toy, just a slave for him to pump full of cum. Every thrust of his cock inside me sent another extraordinary wave of heat through my body. My face was contorted, my eyes unfocused, and I was moaning and wailing constantly as I was fucked. There was nothing I could do except grip the bedsheets and ride it out. It was overwhelming. It was all-consuming. It was the best feeling in the world.
Then I was aware of a man climbing onto the bed in front of me, and he was pulling me up, making me get on my elbows, and suddenly there was a big, hard, uncircumcised cock right in my face as this man knelt before me, and he was taking me by the chin with his hand, and obediently, instinctively, I opened my mouth.
I took his cock full in my mouth, and he began pumping, fucking my mouth in perfect rhythm with the man fucking my ass. It was the first time I had taken cock at both ends like this, but I took it like the submissive slave I was — deep-throating the man who was gripping my head and pumping his cock in my mouth, even while the man fucking my ass continued to pound me. They were speeding up, and I felt like I was being filled up so hard with big, pumping cock that there was no room in me for anything but thrusting, rock-hard sex. Faster and faster and harder and harder they pumped, and my mouth and asshole were taking such a fucking that my entire body was shaking as they used me. And then suddenly I felt the wet, warm rush of liquid deep in my asshole that meant the man fucking me was emptying his balls into my submissive little body. In the same moment, the man with his cock in my mouth let out a huge groan, and an explosion of sticky, milky cum erupted in my mouth. Even through the overwhelming ecstasy of being fucked in my ass, some instinct still kicked in, and I swallowed eagerly, obediently, as he filled my mouth with his load.
The man fucking me was sliding his cock back out of my ass. The man I had been sucking was pulling out too.
And it was only just starting.
So much cock. So much cock that I couldn’t even begin to keep track of how many men had fucked me, or how many were still to take their turn. There was room for nothing in my head beyond the immediate moment, nothing beyond the extraordinary, all-consuming sensation of taking cock in my slutty holes. My head had been wiped clean of everything except the bliss of being fucked, and the desire to serve, obey, and be used. I felt almost like I was floating on a cloud — and yet at the same time I was more present in my body, more hyper-aware of every touch, every tingle, every thrust, every moment of sensation, than I had ever been before. Gone was any thought of resisting, any question of whether I wanted this, any remote possibility of being anything but a slave. This was me, and this was where I belonged: on all fours and naked, being used as a cumdump by any man who wanted me. It felt so deeply right that I knew I would never want anything else. There was nothing that mattered except being a good little slave-boy, and taking all that cock.
I was soon coming myself, my own cum spurting out of my cock onto the bedsheets, the sweet ecstasy of my orgasm intensified and heightened by the sensation of a cock pressing into my ass at the same time as I came. Sometimes the men would reach around and tug at my cock themselves, and I was so acutely aroused that it took the barest few strokes before I would explode with cum. But sometimes they didn’t even need to do that, and as the night went on I found myself just coming, coming uncontrollably, as I was fucked and used and fucked again by man after man after man.
I wasn’t on all fours the whole time. At one point they flipped me over onto my back, and men slid their cocks into my ass while I lay on my back and looked up at them, so that they could see my face in a dreamy, gasping, submissive swoon while I took fucking after fucking. After one man had finished in me — my asshole was a sticky, dripping hole full of cum by now — I realised that the man positioning himself to slide his cock into me next was Sam. He was grinning down at me, a satisfied look on his face, and dimly I registered that he was telling me he’d known from the moment he met me that I would end up like this, he’d know at once that I was meant to be a slave. Then his thick, thick cock pushed all the way into my ass, and I screamed in hot painful ecstasy — and I would have kept on squealing and moaning, but another man was pulling my head to one side and sliding his cock into my mouth. Other men were taking my hands and putting them on their cocks, and instinctively I tugged enthusiastically on those big, hard shafts — not seeing them, not knowing whose cocks I was tugging, even while I sucked and gagged on the big cock in my mouth, and Sam’s thick shaft pumped hard and hungrily in my asshole. I had lost all track of time, all sense of anything beyond the fucking. There was nothing that mattered but cock.
Then Mason — the huge, blonde-haired, massive-muscled man I had seen fucking the slave-boy in the wooden frame — emerged from the crowd, and I saw him looming over me. His cock was as big as Kirios’ cock, and I knew it would be the biggest I had taken yet. But I had no time to gather myself, no moment to mentally prepare, because as soon as Sam had pumped his load into my ass, Mason was taking hold of me. He flipped me over onto my tummy again and braced me against the bed. Two other men took hold of me and pinned me down, holding me in place. And then I felt the biggest, thickest cock I had yet taken, beginning to press into my poor, tight little asshole, and it was a rush of pain more intense than in any previous fucking — but the wave of pleasure that overwhelmed me as he slid inside me was enough to make me scream with ecstasy. He slide all the way in, and began to fuck — and he was thrusting in me like I was his plaything, and I was taking it like the submissive little bitch I was, and I knew all over again, with a certainty that lay deep in my body, that this was what I was made for.
Men came in my ass, in my mouth, on my face, on my chest. My own cum mingled with theirs as I spurted it onto my tummy when I lay on my back. I felt like I was dripping with cum from every hole, coated in it, sticky and full. Some of them must have taken more than one turn in me, because the gangbang seemed to stretch on for hours. Some men came in my ass and then came back later for my mouth, or vice versa. I knew there were a couple of slave-boys to one side wiping down their cocks or lubing them up — or being used as warm-up toys for men who were waiting their turn. I took Sam, I took James, I took Mason, and I took man after man whose name I didn’t know — but I knew that I was a fucktoy for every one of them. A slutty little plaything. A piece of property. An obedient bitch. A slave.
At last — at long last — it seemed like every man in the room had had his fill.
I lay on the bed in a puddle of cum, streaks of it on my face and chest, feeling it drip out of my ass. I was more wiped out than I had ever been. Everything in my head had been cleared cleanly away, except for my purpose as a slave-boy, and how much I loved cock. I was lying on my back, breathing deeply, my eyes unfocused, hearing the casual chat among the men as they wound down at the end of the gangbang, but not taking it in.
A big, strong pair of arms was lifting me up. A man was holding me against his chest, and instinctively I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and clung to him like a baby. It was Kirios, and he was holding me protectively, possessively, gently stroking my hair. He kissed the top of my head.
“Good boy,” he murmured. “Such a good little slave.”
He was carrying me from the room. We were going up a flight of stairs. We were in a smaller chamber, a bedroom like the one I’d been in with James and Sam last night. Kirios laid me down on the bed, and I curled up on it, feeling blissfully and wonderfully happy.
“You took your gangbang like the most obedient little boy-slut I’ve ever seen,” Kirios told me. I became dimly aware that he was stripping off his clothes. “Well done, little slave. You’ve been such a good little bitch for us tonight.”
It felt so good being praised like that. So good. I was a good boy. I was a good little slave, and I loved it so much.
“In the morning,” Kirios was saying, “We’ll give you the pink shorts to wear when you’re not naked. Actually, the way you sucked and fucked tonight, I think you might be a boy we put in a skirt instead. The skirt boys are the ones who are the most submissive, the most girly little bitches. I think you’re a boy who should be wearing a little pink skirt.”
That felt right. That felt so right. I wanted to be reduced to the most feminine, submissive, cock-worshipping boy I could be.
“Over the next month or two,” he went on, “I’m going to order you to knock on a different man’s bedroom door every night, and offer yourself to him. Every one of them will get a chance to have you to himself, and play with you in whatever way he wants for a night. It will take a while to get through them all, of course. We have orgies here quite often, so there will be plenty of nights when you’re wanted as part of a much bigger party.”
I really did feel like I was floating on a cloud now. My whole existence had become nothing but being a good little sex slave, and that made me more deeply content than I had ever been in my life.
“But first,” said Kirios — and he was climbing on the bed with me, and flipping me onto my back, and his cock was so big — “it’s my turn.”
Even after all the cock I had taken that night, it still felt out of this world. I realised that this would never get less intense, never stop being the most powerful, most wonderful sensation I could imagine. A big, strong man was pinning me down, and his thick, hard cock was sliding into my tight little asshole, and I was totally at his mercy, and it made me want to swoon with ecstasy. I let out a high-pitched, squealing wail as he pulled almost all the way back out. Then he pushed it smoothly back in, and began to slowly, sensuously fuck me.
“This is what you are now,” Kirios whispered to me, leaning in close to my ear as his cock pumped steadily in my ass. “You’re a slave, Aston. A piece of property. A toy for men like me to use for our pleasure. And from now on, your entire existence will be about taking our cocks, and submitting to our pleasure. Because this is what you’re made for. Because you were always meant to be a submissive, obedient, cock-sucking little fucktoy.”
I clung to him, I kissed his chest, and I rode the sensation of his huge, pumping cock. There was nothing left in my head now but submission and pleasure. I knew that Kirios was going to fuck me till he came, and then I was going to suck his cock again, and then he was going to fuck me even more. There was nothing I had to do anymore but submit. And that was all I wanted. All I had ever wanted.
His monster cock began pumping harder, and even the simple thoughts I had in my head were pushed away by the pure sensation of the fucking. How could I ever have dreamed that I could do anything but submit my entire being to the pleasure of big, strong, powerful men? This was where I belonged. This was all I wanted. Kirios threw back his head and cried out in ecstasy, and as I felt the warm, liquid pumping of his first orgasm of the night — deep, deep, so far deep in my ass — I knew that at last I had accepted the sweet truth. I was in my natural place. And I would never, ever want to leave it.
The End