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gjuri · 2 months

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REBLOG IF YOU NEED TO BE “SENTENCED” TO 100 LASHES!!

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Philip Gladstone, The Guard Reports an Attempted Escape From the Museum; Meanwhile, His Dog Is Distracted by Reading Up on Eakins' Masterpiece and Wonders Why Anybody Would Want to Escape It acrylic on canvas, 12" x 16"

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New Slave

I was lying on the floor when I woke up. I looked around but I could not say where I was. It must have been one of those Friday nights, I thought. I got drunk, met an okay-ish looking woman and ended up in her apartment. I guess my performance was not very good when I ended up sleeping on the floor instead of the bed with her. But that’s fine. At least I can quickly find my clothes and leave before she wakes up.

I stood up and as I wanted to move and start searching for my clothes, something stopped me. I looked down and to my surprise, I soon realized that my naked body was not going anywhere. My movement was restricted thanks to the heavy metal shackles that had been attached to my ankles, wrists, waist and neck. Their other ends were connected to the wooden floor around me. That was in contrast with the area where I was standing - metal rods with gaps between them. When I looked down, I could see through the gaps and it looked like there was a hole in the floor.

Very good, boy. Learning from the start - I heard a voice behind me as I was looking through the gaps in the floor. To my surprise, it was not a woman´s voice I heard, it was a man speaking to me. - Good boys always look down, never into their Master´s faces. I’m impressed.

The man came to my field of vision and I saw a man in his 30s with a bowl of popcorn in his hands, fully clothed in leather. I did not recognise him at first, but then a vague memory from yesterday night reappeared. I saw that man in the pub where I was drinking. I went to the pub on my own to meet new people, especially women, but I ended up chatting to this guy. He joined me when he saw me sitting there on my own, looking at women around me. Of course I was, it was September and I just moved to the new city to study for my geography degree.

We chatted about football, our sex lives and about other topics men usually talk about. But then my memory started giving up on me. I was not really sure what happened next and I really wanted to find out because the situation I got myself into did not look pleasant at all.

The man approached the table by the fireplace, put the bowl on it and continued to a huge fireplace in the wall in front of me. He lit it up with one elegant move of hand. The fire filled the room with warmth and light.

Hey, I think there must have been some kind of misunderstanding between us, mate. I don’t really remme…

Shut up! - He shouted at me mid-sentence. I knew I was not supposed to praise you at the beginning. That approach never works.

I was just standing there looking at this guy in front of me and I could not believe what was happening. The man started walking towards me and stopped only a few centimetres from me.

Be quiet and I will remove the shackles very soon. Talk, scream or misbehave in any other way and you will be standing here for a very long time.

He did not even wait for my reaction. He turned around the moment he finished and was walking back towards the fireplace. But first, he approached the chair by the table where all my clothes were neatly folded. He took the clothes and stood by the fireplace.

You won’t really need those, will you? With a smile on his face, he first took my shirt and threw it into the fire without even looking there. His eyes were fixated on me.

What the fuck are you doing!? I shouted. No response. He just simply shook his head and threw my trousers in.

Hey! Are you listening to me? Let me the fuck out of here! I tried my best to get out of the shackles but I was unsuccessful. By the time I looked back at him, all my clothing was in the fireplace. All that was left in his hand was my wallet.

He opened it, took out the money I had in it and put it in his pocket. I wanted to shout at him again but just before I could, he threw my whole wallet into the fire, too. That left me with my mouth wide open at first. My credit cards, ID and all my important documents were there! What was he thinking?

You will pay for this! Put out the fire NOW! I was seriously pissed off but I could not have done anything. At least nothing at this moment.

Still smiling, he started walking slowly towards me. He approached me and said:

There will be a lot of work required with you, won´t it, boy? Only if you listened to me when I warned you earlier. I did not like the way he was looking at me, but mostly, I hated him and I knew I needed to express this hate somehow. While we were standing in front of each other, I spat on his face.

You are a fucking weirdo, mate! Do you know that? Let me go immediately!

He wiped it off his face and, again, shook his head still smiling. But this was a different kind of smile. It scared me a bit. This man was not aggressive at all, he stayed calm and that was dangerous. He just turned around and walked somewhere behind me. I heard him opening some drawers and after a moment I heard something electric below me. I looked down and I was a metal rod rising from the floor right below where I was standing. It kept coming up so I moved forward otherwise it would pierce me. It stopped and that was the moment when the man returned.

He was standing right behind me, I turned my head around as much as I could and I saw a reasonably sized dildo in his hand which was now being screwed into the rod.

No no no, I thought. He must be a maniac. What is this all about? My thinking did not last long because he grabbed me and moved me back above that thing. That dildo was now lightly touching my hole.

Mate, I´m telling you! Stop it now!

But he acted as if I was not talking to him.

Don’t move and relax, it will hurt otherwise. With this, the rod started moving slowly up. I thought, no, this is not going up my ass, I´m not going to play this weird sick game. I moved forward again. This movement was not met with understanding because his palm landed on my left cheek and he was not holding back. I screamed from pain.

Don’t make it worse for you, boy! Do what I tell you and you will be fine. He grabbed me, moved me above the dildo again and it started to go up again. This time, he did not let me go. I felt the pressure on my hole but I could not move and it was not slowing down. I shrieked from pain as it entered me. Once inside, it slowed a bit but it still did not look like it was stopping anytime soon.

It was all in now. I could feel it because my ass was now touching the cold metal rod. But it kept rising. I couldn’t take any more so I decided to stand on my toes. That gave a moment of relief but it must have been exactly what the man wanted from me because the rod was not stooping for quite some time.

It finally stopped. I was on my tiptoes and it was all the way in me. As far as it could. I was doing my best to balance myself because I knew that if I went back down on my feet, it would probably tear me up.

Good boy. He said and smacked me on my ass. That sent a wave of pain in that whole area.

I shouted from pain and he used this time to put a ball gag in my mouth and secured it at the back of my head.

I did not want to do this to you, boy. But you seem to be using your mouth more than you have to. This way we can prevent you from speaking, shouting…or spitting. I hope you realised by now that you were not supposed to do so. If not, the punishment later will hopefully teach that. Let me now just attach this collar to you so you will be ready for now.

He showed me a massive reinforced leather collar. I tried to disagree again, but the gag prevented me from doing so. He did not bother with removing the metal collar I was already wearing which was attached to the floor, he simply put this new one over it.

This is a posture collar, boy. It will stretch your neck and it will hold your neck and head nicely up and straight.

The collar was placed around my neck and the bottom was resting on my shoulders. Not only was I not able to look down, this also prevented me from turning my head around. The collar was very tight, I could barely breathe. It was another thing to take care of after balancing myself on my tiptoes.

When the collar was attached and locked, the man stood in front of me again and he was looking at me quietly. It must have been an interesting view. Me, 19 year old young man in metal shackles on his tiptoes with a dildo up my ass, gagged and not able to look around. I had no other option than to be looking at him. I tried to protest, but every movement was just very painful thanks to that dildo.

With a smile on his face he said: I hope you are enjoying yourself, but this is just a beginning.

Just a beginning?? What does he think? I´m leaving at the first possible moment.

I now have to go so I will leave you here for a while. It is fine, I think you need a moment. Just do me a favour. Look straight into the fire, you know, some say looking into the fire calms people down.

And with that, he left the room while I was trying to talk through the gag in my mouth. I heard him locking the door. All I could do was to stand there, try not to move much and hope he would return soon so I can leave this place. But for now, all I could see was my burning wallet and clothing in the fireplace. That sonofabitch knew exactly what he was doing and he left me here looking at how my stuff is disappearing from the world.

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gjuri · 1 year

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