In the Dungeon - Bitch-Boy Ch. 01

Walter Timms was a broker. If someone needed it, Timms could get it. Stocks, bonds, insurance mostly but when the economy crashed someone had offered him a chance to get into some that was still in high demand.

People.

He was told it was voluntary, and he had no interaction with any of the people, just the ones looking for slaves. He negotiated times for auctions and transportation for people attending them, but never got directly involved himself.

Instead he went home to his empty house and surfed on the computer. Every time he arranged for a transport, or thought that the auction date was passing, his cock throbbed from his own imagination at what was going on at the events and his night was spent looking at porn. The longer it happened, the more intense and frequent the porn watching became which then made his imagination skyrocket and the cycle continued.

One Monday his usual contact had an emergency that weekend that made him unable to accompany the client to the auction and was all but begging him to take his place. On Thursday, he agreed.

Once he stepped foot in his apartment he stripped out of his clothes, the auction dominating his thoughts that entire day. The thought of meeting one of these people the next day made his cock throb, his thoughts unable to be deterred.

Settling on the couch in his living room he took his cock in his hand, fingers playing over the head, and thought about what he might see at the auction.

A dab of lube on his hand helped his hand slide easily up and down his shaft. He exhaled, trying to prolong the sensation and image in his mind. The thought of straps, whips and gags pushed him over the edge, spilling his semen onto his chest, breathing hard. Without thought his fingers came down to his chest and gathered up the sticky liquid bringing it to his mouth where he lapped at them.

Tomorrow.

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His appointment was at a nightclub. He told the driver the address and sat in the back. He wondered, more than idly, what someone who owned people looked like.

Arriving at the club he went to the intercom and pushed the button.

"Yes?" came a strong voice from the other end. Walter's cock stirred at just the voice.

"I am here to take you to the auction." Walter tried to force his mind to concentrate on his job.

"I will there momentarily."

Given no other options, Walter returned to the car to wait. His eyes were plastered to the door. He didn't have to wait long. A man just six foot walked out of the club, a leash easily in his hand. He had dark hair and chiseled features. Walter felt his cock immediately stiffen at sight of the man. Clearing his throat he noticed the female walking behind the man.

She was a brunette with a perfect hourglass figure, breasts firm and nipples stiff. She was blindfolded but walked with confidence behind the man who held the leash attached to a collar on her neck.

The man and his slave climbed into the car, the female kneeling on the floor and Walter watched wanting desperately to stroke his cock. The man had a air about him, an air that made it hard for Walter to concentrate.

"How far away is this auction?" the man asked before Walter had a chance to ask his name. "I should have an appointment before it starts."

There was a pause as Walter listened to the man's voice, finding it hypnotic. Suddenly he snapped back to his job. "Uh, yes Sir. There is a dungeon on site that both have allowed you to sample the wares. The auction is about a half hour away."

The man nodded. Walter kept his gaze from the naked female and on his phone, but found his gaze returning to the man sitting across from him. Internally he lashed himself at the slip. He had used the word Sir, putting all the meaning on it he felt but would never voice. All he could hope was that the man didn't notice it.

"Useless, thank the man for talking us." he commanded and the female crawled to him.

"Please, Sir. May I service you?" she asked in one of the most quiet voices he had ever heard. Her eyes met his, a small smile on her face meant to entice him.

"Uh..." he spoke, crossing his legs to hide his hard cock and looking from the female to the man and back. "No..no thank you."

He watched the female put her head down and crawled back to her Master. "I am sorry to fail you, Master. He refused."

The man struck her on the cheek, sending her to the floorboards where she immediately recovered.

"Useless slave, can't even do that right." the man snapped. "I will handle your ineptitude when he return."

Her head hung further. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry Master." A sob escaped her lips.

Walter brought up his phone to break attention from the man. He saw the man watching him as well. His cock throbbed so badly it ached. The more he watched the man dominate the female, the more aroused he got wishing it was him.

"I don't know that it is all your fault, Useless." the Master pinched her nipple until she mewled a response. Walter was losing the fight to just watch the man. "No, Useless, I don't believe it was your fault at all. the Master told her. Suddenly he looked straight at Walter. "Bitch-boy!"

Walter heard him speak and his cock nearly erupted at the address. His gaze went to the man who addressed him. He had never felt his cock this hard.

"Strip!" Walter continued to stare at the man. The Master could have no idea. "I gave you a command, Bitch-boy. If you do not comply you will find out how much worse my anger is than my normal mood." Trying to keep himself from furiously pumping his cock, Walter tore his clothes off and waited. "Bitch-boy's don't get to sit in furniture. Kneel."

Walter, now nude, slid to the floorboard next to the female slave. He didn't even care he ruined a three hundred dollar suit. The man had commanded him and he wanted with all his being to obey. The Master undid his pants and his eight inch cock was stiff. Walter watched it as the car moved, picturing what it would taste like, and how much he wanted to find out.

A snap to get his attention fell to his ears and he looked at the face of the man who was dominating him. He pointed to his cock, and that was all the invitation Walter needed. Walter took the cock in his mouth, tasting the musky flavour that the man smelled like. The head of his cock was touching the top of his mouth as Walter ran his tongue over all he could reach.

"Useless, relieve Bitch-boy of his erection before we get there," the man commanded as Walter was working his mouth over the cock. "Unless you think he would like the humiliation." Hearing those words Walter moaned around the man's cock, his own growing harder that it was becoming painful. "Oh yes, Useless, we have a humiliation slut here, isn't that right Bitch-boy?"

Walter choked a sob as he came up from the man's cock. "Oh God, yes Mater. Humiliate me, beat me, Master. Please."

"Beat you, eh?" the man reached and squeezed Walter's cock until it was threatening to erupt. Letting go if his cock, he reached and pulled on Walter's nipples.

"Oh fuck Master. Yes, please." Walter pleaded. The man shoved Walter back, throwing him on his back on the floorboards of the limo. He followed Walter down, shoving his cock further down Walter's throat. Nearly in tears Walter relaxed, letting the man fuck his face roughly before erupting down his throat.

The car slowed and stopped. Walter watched the man reach into the bag he had brought and remove a collar similar to the one on the female. Before he could protest it was snapped closed around his neck. Next Walter felt a ring around his cock and balls. He moaned at the thought of it and closed his eyes when a leash was attached to it.

The man put the blindfold back on the slave he called Useless and tugged her out of the car. He stood and waited for Walter to come out. Blushing bright red Walter climbed out of the car and had his hands cuffed behind his back. His cock ached and leaked from the tip showing his arousal at being collared, leashed and standing in front of people naked.

"Where is my appointment, Bitch-boy?" the man asked.

Walter tried to focus but his surroundings and the man who had commanded him made things fuzzy. "Uh...it's uh,"

The end of the leash attached to his cock came down on the hard member and he squealed. "You had better know or I will remove my collar and leave you here."

Walter racked his brain. "Room 6B, Master. I'm sorry." Walter choked out. He had said it. Master. He wanted this man to dominate him. He would do anything he asked. Master

His Master turned and led both slaves by their leashes across the yard. The female, Useless, was looking down and trusting her Master to lead her. Walter, Bitch-boy now, was being led by his hard cock past people who turned to look. He saw other slaves around, but his Master was the only one currently with two.

They made it to the room. Master knocked and waited. Eventually the door opened and his Master looked inside. There was a man sitting in a chair with a large smile and a female standing in the middle of the room. She was pierced on any free skin she had. After only a minute Master turned away, tugging his slaves after him.

"I am not interested in that slave. Where is my next appointment?"

"Um, the auction isn't for another forty-five minutes, Master." Walter told him, savouring the last word. He had wanted to use it for so long, but never found anyone who could compel him like the man before him.

With a nod Master led the two slaves around the space until he found a deserted corner and ushered his two slaves into it. He dropped Useless's leash and Walter saw her sink to kneel on the end of it. Master unhooked the leash from his cock and reattached it to his collar then threw his leash over a low beam, grabbing the end of it. A tug pulled him up on his tiptoes to relieve the pull on his throat.

"Who do you belong to, Bitch-boy?" Master asked him stepping close enough that Walter could feel his breath. His cock throbbed.

"You, Master." he proclaimed but was confused when there was a tug on his leash. "I don't understand, Master."

"If you are not owned, you have been not long ago. Tell me what you like and what you know. Do not lie to me." Master threatened.

"Master...I prefer men. I am submissive. I have never had an owner, but I have looked. Not before you. I am your slave, Master." Walter spilled out.

"Are you word trained?" Master asked. "You like pain and humiliation?"

His cock wouldn't stop throbbing. "Oh God, yes Master. I love them both."

Master reached down and removed the blindfold from the female slave who immediately looked down, and placed it on his eyes. "Useless, suck him."

Walter shook his head. "Master, I don't..."

With the blindfold he couldn't see the blow coming but his cheek exploded in pain.

"You do not say no to me, Bitch-boy. The proper response if "Yes, Master" if you must speak. Forget she had a cunt. Pretend she has a cock, and is sucking yours."

He felt a warm mouth envelope his cock and he sighed, sinking on his feet until he felt the end of his leash and on his neck. She sucked his cock, moving her tongue all around, drawing him into pleasure and then there was a sharp pain on his ass as Master landed the end of the leash like a strap.

"Ohmygodohmygod." Walter babbled as Master continued to whip him. "ohfuckfuckfuck. Yesmaster, pleasemaster,ohmygod."

"Useless, stop." Master commanded and Walter felt the mouth leave his cock. He turned, looking for her. A whimper and moan left him and a sharp tug had him back on the tips of his toes as Master pulled the leash. "You don't get to decide, Bitch-boy. Useless, ruin."

The warm mouth and hands came back, working with a purpose now. Walter climbed up and up, feeling his release growing. As soon as it tipped, the female retreated. With no sensation his cock spilled the semen, but there was no explosion of pleasure to go along with it. Walter wailed with desire.

"Master is going to give you a word. It will be as important as your life, as your breath."

"OhmygodMaster. Yesplease." Walter's words ran together. The female was back on his cock, drawing up to the peak again.

"Sissy." came the word as soon as he started the tumble, the female retreated again. Once again the liquid left with no pleasure.

"Noooo!" he wailed and sobbed. The leash cracked across his cock jolting him in pleasure, but not enough.

"Again, Useless." Master's voice commanded. The female easily got him to the top. "Sissy."

"Master, noooo."

Suddenly Walter was free, dropping to his hands and knees as the blindfold was removed and just as quickly replaced on the female. Then Master turned his back and started to walk away.

Walter was crushed. His soul ached with the absence of the thin collar he had only had on for such a short time. He had to have it.

"Master! Please!" Walter ran after the man. "I'm sorry! What did I do?"

Master stopped and turned, the glare in his eyes so furious that Walter feared him.

"No slave of mine EVER says no to me. You did. You are not my slave." Master spat at him, turning away once more. Walter dropped to his knees and crawled after then man.

"I'm sorry, Master. Please! I'll never do it again. Please, Master. Please be my Master." Master stopped and Walter lowered his lips to the man's shoes raining kisses down on them. He clung to Master's legs as if he refused to let them go.

"You do not deserve my collar." Master told him.

Walter sobbed, tears freely flowing down his cheeks. "Please Master, give me another chance. I will do anything to earn your collar!"

"If you were my slave, you would do something like this. Useless, Return."

The female who had knelt as soon as her Master stopped threw her head back and arched her back with a moan. Her nipples hardened and she panted until she shuddered with a climax.

"This slave does what I tell her. It does not question. It does not tell me no. Useless, bend over." The female bent in half, her hands resting on the ground. "Will someone fuck her?"

Master's personality, intimidating as it was, kept most people at bay, but one male moved forward and dropped his pants. Checking once again that it was what her Master wanted, he shoved his cock into the slave. The only thing Useless did was shift her hands to better accommodate the thrusts. The man lasted only a few minutes before unloading into the slave. As he retreated, Useless remained as commanded.

"If you want my collar, announce who you are." Master commanded him.

"I am Master's slave." Walter said in a normal voice.

Master scoffed. "Not good enough." he turned to move away.

"I am Master's Bitch-boy!" Walter scrambled to shout, anything to make it better. "I am nothing, I am nobody. If I was not Master's Bitch-boy, I would not want to exist!"

Master paused, tugging on the female's leash. She stood for a moment, then sank to her knees. "Acceptable for now. Next time I come to an auction, you will perform. Useless." Master removed her blindfold and she came forward to his steel-rod stiff cock. Her tongue darted out and touched his cock making him moan. "If you do not wait, I will still turn you free."

Useless moved further toward him and moved slowly. Walter focused on the feeling, not who was doing it. Due to the past treatment, Walter was straining to keep his climax at bay for his Master. His breath was just in gasps. He opened his mouth to beg his Master for the word he had given him.

"Sissy." Master spoke and Walter's world exploded. He screamed as pleasure overcame him and shot out his cock into the mouth of the female slave. Pulse after pulse coursed through him in the most intense climax he had ever experienced.

Walter sobbed as the feeling left him. Looking up to his Master, he saw the man walk toward him, collar in hand.

"Who are you?"

Walter...no. That was no longer his name. If he never heard it again, he would not care. "I am Master's Bitch-boy." Bitch-boy proclaimed as the piece of metal snapped closed around his neck again. "Thank you Master."

"Do not thank me yet, slave. You may live to regret your choice, not that you any longer have a choice." Master told him. "The main auction should be about to start. Where is it, Bitch-boy?"

Every time Master said his name his cock stiffened until he was as hard as before. "Front lot, Master."

Master snapped the leash to his collar and tugged on both of them, leading them forward. Useless still walked without sight. Bitch-boy noticed that everyone stared at Master, and his blindfolded slave, even more so when she navigated the stairs only with the leash to guide her.

At the entrance to the lot there was a security guard who gave no second glance at the slaves on leashes but scanned the card Master held up, waving him in when it beeped. He moved to a open space near the stage

Useless followed Master's tug and knelt when she felt him drop the leash, hands behind her back, head bowed. Master tugged Bitch-boy forward, but kept him standing. To test him, Bitch-boy figured, Master put the straps of the bag on Bitch-boy's solid cock. He moaned as Master touched him and his rock-hard cock kept the bag elevated.

"If it drops, I will beat you." Master promised and Bitch-Boy let out another moan, his attention now on his cock and being watched by the spectators and other slaves than the auction itself.

Males and females were paraded on the stage in various degrees of bondage, showing Bitch-Boy that he had been mislead. Not all the slaves were voluntary, some were most definitely held against their will.

His Master watched the group, showing little interest until the last one passed. He sighed and stood, both leashes in his hand. With a glance to Bitch-boy he started walking toward the entrance.

"At least this trip wasn't a total waste of time." Master muttered under his breath as the trio made their way back to the waiting car. When they arrived Master opened the door and shoved Bitch-Boy in.

Bitch-Boy's first thought was to climb onto the seats, but seeing his discarded clothes reminded him of his new place and he stayed on the floor, Useless joining him a moment later.

"This is your last opportunity to speak before we arrive at your new home where the rules are far stricter than you imagine." Master advised. "If you have something to say, this would be the time, Bitch-Boy."

The newly acquired slave paused, a million thoughts through his head. Not one of them was remorse, regret or fear. Finally he could think of no words that could express his thoughts or feelings. He went from kneeling to leaning down to touch his new Master's shoes, his hands running over them followed by his lips.

"Thank you, Master."