Bitchboy · Part 2 (2/2)
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I crawled into the living room to a soundtrack of their laughter, it should have been humiliating but I guess I was used to it by now. I stood by the bed holding their drinks while they fucked, Mistress Molly would occasionally reach over and give my balls a squeeze and they'd laugh. Afterwards Mistress Molly said, "on your knees bitchboy and clean him off, find out what a REAL man tastes like."
This was the most humiliating thing I'd ever done, licking her juices off his cock and balls. His cock was a little bigger than mine had been back when I was a man. He shoved it into my mouth and pretty soon I tasted his salty cum shoot into my mouth as his hairy balls slapped my chin. Digging into his jeans afterwards he got out two crumpled one dollar bills and dropped them on the floor in front of me, "Good job sissyboy."
Mistress Molly LOVED that. "Oh Tom that's perfect, now he's a $2 whore for real. Maybe we should pimp him out for $2 blowjobs for other guys!"
I HAD to find a way out of this!
My days were a blur of foot worship, housework, eating Mollys pussy and ass, sucking Tom’s cock, and occasionally being loaned out to Miss Ruth. I was nearly broken, I obeyed every order without complaint. They even got Miss Ruth to tattoo, "Property of Mistress Molly" on my ass cheek.
My phone had parental controls installed, she could check anything I did on it and see my gps position anytime she liked. I was also made to cancel the phone and internet at my house. My service to Mistress Molly had become my entire life.
Then they got the fucking dog.
Mistress Molly and Tom came home one day while I was making the bed and called me into the room. The dog was a monster, as high as my waist, he was a mutt but I think he had some mastiff in his blood. Mistress Molly said "Isn't he adorable, bitchboy? I named him Dom, as in ‘Dominant’. You know, like you USED to be!" They both laughed at that while I felt my cheeks burn in shame. "Since you're the only one in this house who isn't allowed to be Dominant, the dog’s place in this house is above yours. You'll care for him, feed him, clean up after him, and you're NEVER allowed to scold him! He's an alpha bitchboy, you're obviously not!"
So ‘Dom’ became another chore for me, Mistress Molly and Tom wanted the dog but couldn't be bothered to do the work of caring for him. I washed him, fed him, brushed him, cleaned up his shit. That dog shit bigger than I did. Since I was the only one who wasn't allowed to scold him he obeyed them completely, and completely ignored anything I "asked" him to do. When I was allowed a rare night off to go to my own house I had to take Dom with me, Mistress Molly couldn't be bothered.
In short, life with Dom sucked.
In time my piercing healed and Mistress Molly started edging me again, Sir Tom (Mistress Molly now required me to call Tom ‘Sir’) brought my keys over and they were kept in a safe that they made ME pay for. The edging made things worse. I'd pretty much given up on ever getting sexual release again but being brought to the edge again and again before being locked back up made me a constantly horny dripping mess. Mistress Molly caught whatever dripped out of my tortured dick in her hand and fed it to me before locking me back up, Sir Tom thought that was funny as hell. I was still always blindfolded, I hadn't seen my dick uncaged in nearly a year. I was starting to think there was no way I'd ever escape my slavery.
It was almost exactly a year since I'd first been locked up by Mistress Molly when I finally saw my chance to escape. One night Mistress Molly and Sir Tom came home from the bars while I was cleaning the bathroom, after they fucked they were relaxing naked on the couch passing a joint back and forth while I massaged first her feet and them his. They were both feeling pretty mellow.
"Mistress, Sir," I said, eyes focused on their feet, "I have a Doctor’s appointment tomorrow, I'll be nude for part of it. My Doctor may have questions about the cage."
"I bet he will, bitchboy, questions and a good laugh!" she said as they both laughed. "I don't want many questions about your cage bitchboy, can you cancel the appointment?"
"No Mistress," I said, as I kissed her feet, "It's a requirement for my job."
"Well we can't have you unemployed, I'm sure not paying your bills," she giggled. "You've been broken into a pretty good slave, can I trust you to behave yourself if your little dicklette is unlocked for an hour?" she asked?
Careful to keep my voice steady and not give away my excitement I said "Of course Mistress, I'm happy as your slave." between kisses on each of her toes.
I tried to act completely calm as she got up and walked unsteadily to the safe, opened it, and took out one of the two keys that controlled my entire world. I remained silently on my knees, switching to rubbing and kissing Sir Tom’s dirty feet. She dropped the key on the floor beside me, I couldn't believe this was happening. Mistress Molly was clearly drunk. I tried to remain calm. I couldn't fuck this up.
"Take your cage off in the bathroom at the Doctor’s office before you see him, put it back on right afterwards. Don't fuck this up bitchy, or it won't come off ever again," she slurred.
"I'm tired, I'm going to bed," she said, "suck Tom’s cock awhile, I'm too tired to do it."
With that, Mistress Molly went into the bedroom leaving the precious key gleaming on the floor. I was fucking flabergasted.
I immediately started licking Sir Tom’s balls, I didn't want him thinking about what had just happened. He was fucked up enough he hadn't seemed to pay attention to the scene that had just played out. He ended up wanting his ass rimmed after I'd sucked his cock. I licked that hairy asshole like it tasted like candy, I knew I had to be the perfect slave for this one important night. I thanked him for allowing me the privilege.
Finally after I'd worshipped his ass for at least half an hour he staggered to his feet and headed for bed. "Take the fucking dog with you, bitchboy," he said, " I'm sleeping in tomorrow and I don't want him waking us up." And with that he went to bed.
I knelt there on the floor looking at the key, I could still taste him on my tongue. I was dumbfounded, it didn't seem real. I dressed quietly, collected the dog and the key and left. I was in shock, my mind was racing. Freedom was at my fingertips. Did Mistress Molly even know where I lived? She'd never been to my house or even asked where it was, I didn't know if she'd ever bothered to find it with the GPS tracking on my cell phone.
As I drove along I rolled down my window and threw my phone out into the night, I could get a new one. I'd passed the point of no return. I got home and took the dog inside, and immediately went to my bedroom and stripped to nothing but my collar and the hated cage. I stood there for ages, staring at the key in my hand. Finally I worked up my nerve, and slowly took off the cock cage. My cock sprang to life and for the first time in a year I gazed upon the sight of my cock, erect and dripping with need. I took it in my hand, it only took a couple of strokes before I was shooting a massive load of pent up cum onto the floor. I had never cum so much in my life.
Without even thinking about it I got down on my hands and knees and licked it up, it was just a reflex after all the months of Mistress Molly’s training. Dom watched me as I debased myself exactly as she'd trained me to do; if dogs could laugh he'd have been laughing. My cheeks burned with shame as I realized how conditioned I'd become, the taste of my cum still lingering in my mouth.
I took the collar off, dropped it and the cock cage in my old toy-bag and went to bed. I could still taste the cum in my mouth.
Over the next couple of months I worked to rebuild my life as a free man; I got a stainless ring to wear in the PA piercing to replace the hook on the cage. I intended to get the tattoo on my ass covered or removed but kept putting it off, I dreaded trying to explain it to a tattoo artist.
I intended to find the dog a new owner, but rehoming a dog as big as Dom wasn't easy. The bastard still didn't obey any command I tried to give him, he'd never see me as the alpha of the house. I avoided kink clubs and events, I was terrified of running into Molly or Tom.
I started seeing Lisa, an ex who I'd dumped during an ugly scene when she'd found out I'd cheated on her with a girl she hated. It took some begging, which I'd gotten pretty good at with Mistress Molly.
I'd always kinda regretted fucking things up with Lisa, she was beautiful and smart and fucked like a pornstar. Lisa was amazing, I'd fucked up bad when I drunkenly cheated on her.
Lisa asked me a million questions about the tattoo, I lied and said it happened one night when I was drunk and I didn't even remember who this "Mistress Molly" was. She didn't act like she believed me but she finally dropped it. She also held a grudge about me cheating on her.
One morning when Lisa was there I came out of the shower to find her rummaging through my toy-bag. "What are you doing?" I asked "Just looking, I was curious," she replied without looking up from the bag.
"Remember when you used to tie me up?" she asked, " make me suck your cock, or the time you fucked my ass even though you know I don't like anal?"
"Well I think it's only fair you let me have a turn, I've always wanted to have a guy at my mercy….and you're already naked from the shower….. Please?"
I was hesitant, I'd spent enough time in bondage for three lifetimes, but things hadn't been going well with us and if it would make her happy I'd do it. After all, what's the worst that could happen?
"Okay, I guess," I said, "But just this once ok?"
I dropped the towel and walked naked to her to get it over with. I'd hoped to be tied on the bed, maybe she'd ride my cock or my face. Lisa had a delicious trimmed snatch, eating her wouldn't be a bad thing and her riding me would be great. Instead her hands came out of the toy-bag with the armbinder.
That wasn't what I wanted to see, but I really wanted to make things better with Lisa so I turned around and let her put the armbinder on me. She had it figured out in just a couple of minutes, in a flash it was buckled on TIGHT. Next she put leather cuffs on my ankles connected with a short chain, I'd only be taking small steps. Just like that I was helpless, she was good at this. Maybe too good.
I was uneasy at how fast she'd made me completely helpless, then I saw the big cock gag. "Lisa, don't use that gag, it's too MMMGGH!" I tried to protest, but without hesitation she stuffed it in my mouth and buckled it tight. Now I was helpless and silent.
"Remember tying me up and fucking my ass? I never consented to that. Remember how I cried? When I went home that night I laid in bed and cried all night. The pain wasn't the worst part, you violated my trust. Now it's your turn," she said without smiling.
The buttplug she came back with was huge, she lubed it a little and shoved it in. She didn't ease it in, slowly teasing my hole open, she just rammed it home in one thrust. My eyes streamed with tears, I would have screamed if the gag permitted it. I guess I deserved it, and if it helped make things better between usI'd take it even if I had a choice.
As it turned out my days of having a choice were behind me, I just didn't know it yet. I was still trying to recover and get used to the plug, so I barely noticed her buckling my "bitchboy" collar around my neck, but when she retrieved the cock cage from my bag I very definitely noticed that.
As I tried in vain to protest around the big cock gag she removed my prince albert ring and quickly had my shriveling cock recaged, alot faster than I thought she should have been able to. How the fuck did she know how that complicated cage went together? I was worried, I did NOT like where this was going.
Lisa bent and buckled a leather strap tightly around my scrotum below the cage but above my balls, she clipped a leash to it and without a word took off walking, pulling me along helplessly behind her. She led me out the door into my back yard.
My house is on the edge of town, I have an enormous backyard with a tall privacy fence. I wasn't worried about being seen, but man was I worried about everything else.
I struggled to keep up, the chain keeping my steps short and the huge plug working in my ass with every mincing step, she walked briskly to the center of the yard dragging me along by the balls.
When we reached the center of the yard Lisa stopped and said "stay here, I need to get something out of my car," and walked back into the house.
I heard the chirp of her unlocking her car out front, then what sounded like her trunk opening and closing. A few minutes later she returned with a bundle of a dozen brightly colored helium balloons. To say I was confused would be an understatement.
Lisa knelt down and raised my right foot, put the string on the balloons under it and put it back down. The only thing keeping the balloons from flying away into the afternoon sky was me standing on the string. Before I could react she tied the key to my chastity cage to the balloons. "Stand still, bitchboy, you don't want to lose those balloons,” she said with a chuckle. I barely noticed what she'd just called me.
"NO NO NO NO!” my mind screamed, "THAT'S THE ONLY KEY I HAVE! MOLLY HAS THE ONLY OTHER KEY!" I tried to beg Lisa with my eyes as I stood there, helpless and mute, the balloons with the shiny key swaying gently in the morning breeze.
The big plug made it hard to stand still but I managed it.
"Did you realize I was falling in love with you?" she asked softly. "When you fucked my ass I was devastated, but I loved you and convinced myself I could forgive you. But then you fucked that whore." Even if I hadn't been gagged there was nothing I could have said to that. I'd done that, I'd been a bastard to Lisa.
"When you called, I thought maybe you'd changed, maybe just maybe you were worth a second chance. Seems like I was wrong." I was confused, what was she talking about?
"I could tell you were lying about the tattoo on your ass," Lisa continued, "so I did some searching on the internet, it isn't that common of a name."
"I found Molly, we've been talking for a few days."
OH SHIT! NO NO NO, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! WHAT THE FUCK DID MOLLY SAY?
I thought, my mind racing. I begged desperately with my eyes! Lisa just HAD to take the gag out and let me explain! This wasn't what Lisa thought it was, and I couldn't tell her what was really going on with the fucking gag choking me!
"Molly told me all about what you did to her, You haven't changed a bit." Lisa said with tears in her eyes.
"What I did?" I thought, "all I did was escape that crazy bitch!”
"Molly said she thought everything was going great, and then without warning you ghosted her, you stole her dog, you left owing her a lot of money for some stuff she bought you," Lisa continued, "you're the same lowlife you always were."
I stood there, helplessly bound and gagged as tears streamed down my face. Mistress Molly had spun Lisa a tale that made me look like a lying lowlife piece of shit. Maybe I was, but that wasn't how it had happened with Molly. Lisa didn't know how it had been, and with the gag in I couldn't tell her.
"I'm dumping you, I'm changing my number and blocking you online. Never try to contact me ever again. But after the way you treated Molly she deserves a chance to confront you too, so I have one last little thing to do." With that Lisa turned and walked back to the house.
My mind raced, I had to find a way to explain.
I couldn't lose Lisa, I couldn't be stuck in the cage, I couldn't be at the mercy of Mistress Molly and Sir Tom again. I couldn't come up with a way out of this, all I could do was stand in the summer sun carefully standing on the string to the balloons that held my only key.
When Lisa returned she was carrying a bowl and a couple of cans of dog food, Dom followed her eagerly eyeing the cans of food. She opened the cans and dumped them into the bowl, and the big dog started to eagerly slurp it up.
"I gave Molly your address, she'll be by this afternoon some time to have her say and release you," Lisa said in a cold voice, "until then you get to have a little exercise."
Lisa picked up the end of the leash attached to my balls, and clipped it to Dom’s collar as he ate. She looked into my streaming eyes and said, "Goodbye bitchboy, have a nice life." Then beautiful Lisa turned and walked out of my life forever. A few minutes later I heard her car start and drive away.
I stood there watching Dom eat, knowing that when he was done he'd go for a run around the yard. Dom loved to run, that fucking dog could run for hours. With my leashed balls attached to his collar I knew I'd be powerless to do anything but follow and try to keep up.
When that happened the balloons would be released to fly away into the sunny sky along with my only key to the cock cage I'd tried so desperately to escape. That key would be lost to me forever, like Lisa.
The plug stretching my aching ass made it hard to stand still and think. I stood still and thought, desperately. I strained against the tight armbinder. I came up with nothing, the armbinder didn't give. I watched the food in the bowl rapidly diminish, I realized all I could do was hope that Mistress Molly came soon and had mercy on me.
I knew Mistress Molly had no mercy.
I was well and truly fucked.
Bitchboy · Part 2 (2/2)
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