Married Man Trapped Ch. 01

"Do you need anything else from me before I head out to go golf?" I asked, getting anxious to get on my way.
"Just one last thing," she said, walking up to me and giving me a kiss. I let my hand drift down and grabbed her amazing ass as she leaned into me. Saying our goodbyes, I made my way to my car.
Filled with nervous energy I waved bye to my wife and backed out of the driveway. I felt a pang of guilt as well but did my best to squash it. What I was about to do was something I had thought about and fantasized about for years and I just couldn't ignore these desires any longer.
Glancing down at my phone I reread the message.
Get here by 1:00 pm sharp. I want as much time as possible with you slut.
Just reading the email I felt my arousal start to build.
I was a normal 25 year old guy. I had a 9-5 job and had met my wife in college. As a former college athlete I still kept myself in good shape going to the gym a few times a week. The fact that I have fantasies about being dominated by another man and used as his submissive plaything would shock pretty much everyone who knew me.
In college I had signed up on a few hook up sites but had never been able to make myself go through with the actual meet up. I had managed to ignore those feelings and pursue a "normal" life up until now, but by suppressing those feelings they kept getting darker and kinkier. Until eventually I signed up for an app dedicated to connecting men interested in BDSM, and that is where I found Tim. Tim was a 38 year old married man who enjoyed dominating both men and women. After exchanging messages for a few weeks it was clear our interests aligned and we worked on setting up a meeting.
Pulling into his driveway I took a deep breath as I got out of my car and made my way to the front door. Before I lost my nerve I hit the doorbell. Taking a step back I anxiously looked around hoping no one I knew saw me here. Thankfully it didn't take too long until I heard footsteps approaching from inside.
Opening the door the man who I was planning on submitting to greeted me with a smile, "Come on in Shawn."
"Thanks," I said as I took off my shoes and heard him shut and lock the door behind me.
Motioning to the couch in the living room, "Why don't you have a seat and I'll get us some beers."
"Sounds good," I said, making my way to the couch.
Laid out neatly on the coffee table in front of the couch were leather wrist and ankle restraints as well as a leather collar. Next to each one was a small padlock. I felt a shiver go down my spine as I sat down. Was I ready for this? In a matter of minutes from now those restraints would be securely immobilizing me and there would be no going back. Glancing up at the door I debated about hightailing it out of there, but at that moment Tim walked in with two beers and sat down next to me on the couch.
"If you're not ready for this you can still leave," he said, handing me a beer. He had obviously seen me looking at the door.
Taking a deep breath I leaned back into the couch and took a drink to calm my nerves. "I want this," I said more to myself than to him.
"That's good to hear," he said as he settled into the couch. "Tell you what, let's drink these beers and if you want to leave no hard feelings, but if you want to stay then you strip down and I get those restraints on you. Deal?"
"Ya that sounds fair," I said as I glanced down at my beer and took another drink.
"Perfect. I've been looking forward to breaking in a new bitch for a while now."
I looked at him as he casually took a drink from his beer watching for my reaction.
I smiled nervously, "Do you break in a lot of.. uh.. bitches?" Trying my best to ignore the way being referred to as a bitch made my heart race with excitement.
His smile widened as he heard me stumble over the word bitches. Casually resting a hand on my thigh. "No, not really. I'm married so I'm usually pretty picky with who I decide to spend my time on." Rubbing my thigh slowly he continued, "But I especially like finding a married man and dominating him. Making him suck my cock and fucking him before sending him back to his wife full of my cum. Does she know where you are right now?"
"No," I said quietly, "She thinks I'm golfing right now."
"Maybe you should tell her where you are for real. Who knows, she might be into it. I could have both of you on your knees worshiping my cock together," he said with a wicked grin.
"No," I said, "she would leave me. She has to stay out of this." For the first time in the conversation, I put my foot down.
He just shrugged and said, "Whatever you say," and finished his beer, setting the empty bottle on the table.
Glancing down at my own beer I hardened my resolve and finished it off. Setting my empty bottle next to his I looked up at him to see him watching me with a cool gaze.
"So what's it gonna be? Are you going to deny yourself what you want, or are you going to strip naked mecidiyekoy escort like a good little bitch?"
In lieu of an answer I stood up and started to take my clothes off. In a matter of moments I was standing naked in front of Tim unsure of what to do next.
Tim reached under the coffee table and pulled out a metal box. "Put your stuff in here boy." He said, setting it on the coffee table. Obediently I put my clothes, wallet, keys and phone in the box. Once done Tim shut the lid and produced a padlock locking my stuff in the box.
Putting the box back on the floor Tim looked up at me and said, "While you're here you don't own anything understand?"
"I understand," I said, feeling a little bit of fear seeing my stuff being locked away from me.
"Turn around for me," he said, leaning back and staring at me. Slowly I turned away from him feeling a thrill knowing he was checking out my ass.
As a former track runner I kept myself in good shape going to the gym multiple times a week. I was never able to put on a lot of muscle but I kept my athletic frame from college and I was hoping Tim was enjoying the view.
I jumped when I felt his hand cupping my ass. "Easy boy." He said as his other hand reached around rubbing my nipple. He was standing behind me now and I felt myself getting aroused by his closeness. Without warning he pinched my nipple and I let out a soft moan.
"I'm going to enjoy using you boy," he said right into my ear, "Put your hands behind your back," he said, reaching for the restraints. Eager to get started I obeyed and turned to look as he fastened them on each wrist. Securing each one with a small padlock. In short order he had restraints locked around my ankles as well. After locking my wrists behind my back he said, "On your knees bitch."
Dropping to my knees, I felt him slip the leather collar around my neck and heard the padlock click shut. Feeling the collar at my neck really drove home that I was his submissive now. He could do whatever he wanted with me and I couldn't stop him. He stood over me putting his groin inches from my face. I looked up at him and met his eyes as he smiled down at me.
"You look good wearing my collar bitch," he said as he reached down to put his hand under my chin.
I felt my face redden at being called a bitch, but responded with a simple, "Thank you."
He started rubbing his thumb over my lips as he looked down at me and casually pushed it into my mouth. Knowing what he wanted I maintained eye contact and started to suck on his thumb.
"Good boy. Such a natural sub and so eager to please," he said smiling down at me.
I didn't respond, focusing on sucking his thumb imagining it was his cock instead.
"Look at you. You're totally naked on your knees sucking my thumb and you're rock hard. What does that make you?" He asked with a sneer.
Letting his thumb fall from my lips, "That makes me a slut," I responded in barely a whisper. Wanting to stroke my hard cock but unable to with my hands restrained.
"A gay slut," he corrected me.
"I am a gay slut." I responded leaning forward trying to suck on his thumb again.
He wiped his thumb off on my forehead and took his shirt off. I stared up at his naked torso. He didn't have a six pack but he was in good shape. Then he dropped his pants and I became focused on the bulge in his briefs inches from my face.
"Tell me what you want."
Unable to look away from his bulge, I said, "I want to suck your cock."
"Convince me boy. Tell me what you want and be explicit and maybe I'll let you suck my cock."
Finally tearing my eyes from the bulge I looked up right into his eyes and did my best to convince him to let me be his cocksucker. "I want to feel your big cock get hard in my mouth and know it's because of me that you're getting hard. I want to worship your balls and let your cock sit on my face. I want to feel your cock slide all the way to the back of my throat. And I want you to empty your balls in my mouth so I can swallow your cum."
Still staring up at him my mind was racing, hardly believing my own words. I had never described what I wanted like that before and after hearing it I couldn't help but think that Tim was accurate when he called me a bitch. That's what I wanted at that moment. I wanted to be his bitch.
"God you are an eager slut aren't you. Go ahead pull my briefs down and uncover your prize faggot," he said staring down at me.
I almost objected to being called a faggot but I was so close to my goal. So I just ignored it and leaned forward to grab the waistband of his briefs with my teeth and drug them down. Looking up I was staring right at his cock. He was semi hard and it was already an impressive member. Looking up at him right in the eyes I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. Slowly rocking back and forth I started to give the first blowjob of my life and was thrilled to feel him respond to my efforts. His cock sisli escort grew even larger in my mouth.
"You're a natural cocksucker, Shawn. You were born to worship men's cocks. How does that make you feel? Knowing you were born to be a cocksucker?"
"I don't know," taking a break from sucking his cock. "I just know I enjoy sucking your cock," I said and took his cock back into my mouth eagerly getting back to work.
"I can tell," he said. Glancing at his watch, Took 15 minutes to get you naked, collared and on your knees sucking my cock like a whore," he said chuckling. "What do you think your friends would think if they could see you now bitch?"
Taking his cock from my mouth I answered, "they would think I'm a faggot...," not liking these questions I went back to focusing on his cock.
Letting his hand rest on the top of my head he started to control my pace and slowly started pushing his cock deeper into my throat. "That's it, take your Master's big cock."
Master? Well if he wanted to call himself my master while I was here I guess that was fine as long as I got to suck his big cock. With his hand still controlling my head he kept pushing his cock deeper and deeper down my throat. Eventually I had to gag and turned myself to the side to get some air.
Grabbing a firmer hold of my hair he held his cock just out of my reach. He started to rub the head of his cock over my face covering my face in my drool and his precum. "Who am I?" He asked, still rubbing his cock on my face.
Playing along I responded, "You are my Master."
"And what are you?"
"I am your slave."
With that he slipped his cock back into my mouth. "You said that easy enough, but I am going to enjoy making you believe those words."
"Going forward you will always refer to me as Master unless we are in public. Understand slave?" He said, still guiding my head onto his cock.
Looking up at him I answered, "Yesth Mather," around a mouthful of cock. Starting to enjoy the role play I went back to work sucking my Master's cock. I heard the TV turn on, but didn't bother to look over. If he wanted to watch TV while I blew him, that was fine with me. I had everything I needed between my lips.
"You look so good with my cock in your mouth faggot," Master said. I glanced up at him and saw him looking at the tv. Following his gaze I froze. On the tv was a video of me on my knees with Tim's cock in my mouth.
"What the fuck!?" I said letting his cock fall from my lips. Looking around I found the camera on a shelf. "Are you recording this!?" I practically yelled trying to awkwardly get to my feet with my hands still secured behind my back.
Putting his hands on my shoulders he pushed me back down to my knees. "Stay calm Shawn." He said in a soothing voice. "Stay on your knees and I will explain."
I attempted to get to my feet again and he easily pushed me back down.
"Fine," he said with a sigh. He reached for something on the coffee table and I felt him secure my ankles together and then my hands to my ankles. He took a seat on the couch watching me struggle with my bonds. After a minute or two I looked up at him still watching me.
"Are you ready to listen?" He asked.
Accepting that I didn't have a choice I answered "Yes."
"Did you forget my first rule already slave?" He asked, putting emphasis on my new title.
Did he think I was going to continue the role play with him filming me? But even as I thought that another thought dawned on me and I felt my heart sink. What if this wasn't role play for him. What if he actually thought of me as his slave? Realizing he already had a bunch of video of me already, I swallowed my anger and said "Yes Master."
"Good boy," he said, his smile returning. Pointing at the floor between his legs, "Come over here." Shuffling over on my knees I made my way between his legs.
"So you want to know why I am recording this?" He asked. "Well first of all I am going to enjoy rewatching your submission to me", he said with easy confidence. "Seeing a new faggot realize his place in the world is a beautiful thing. Also I've found that videos like these are a great way to control a new slave. Especially a married one."
He said it so matter of factly. I wasn't sure I had heard him right. Control a new slave?? "You didn't need to do this. I was already willing to be your submissive. I was just sucking your cock for god's sake!"
He just looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
"Master," I added begrudgingly.
"I don't want a submissive. I want a slave," he said with a hard stare. "But I'm not going to force you to stay. I'm not a kidnapper."
"So I can leave?" Hearing a little bit of hope creep into my voice.
"Of course. But if you leave I'll have to upload our little video and link it to your wife. I think she should know she's married to a faggot. Oh and I'll probably send it to some of your friends as well. They should know too." He slowly started escort taksim to stroke his cock again inches from my face. He was getting hard again, clearly enjoying the power he had over me. "Come on boy, based on your performance earlier you will enjoy most of your time as my slave. This way just means I will push your limits." He said with a smile.
"So if I agree to be your slave you won't share this video with anyone, Master?" I asked dejectedly.
"As long as you're a good little slave for me I won't upload it anywhere or send it to anyone you know. I have a few trusted friends that will be enjoying these videos though, but don't worry they will enjoy your body first hand soon enough as well," he said with a grin.
"You're going to let your friends fuck me?!" I asked, shocked. Serving him I could maybe handle. I had agreed to come here and be his submissive today already. But being whored out to his friends and having no say in how they would get to use me? He couldn't be serious.
"Not all of them will fuck you boy, but as my slave you will suck all of their cocks eventually. But don't worry most of the time you will be worshiping my cock, which we both know you love," he said with a cocky grin still stroking his cock.
I knew there was only one real choice here. I couldn't let my wife or friends see this video. If my wife saw it she would leave me. As these thoughts ran through my head I couldn't stop staring at him stroking his cock. Would it really be so bad? He was right in the fact that I was enjoying sucking his cock before. Even the thought of being ordered to serve his friends might not be so bad as long as they looked like him. The thought of being ordered to serve other men and not having a choice did make my submissive side get excited. As long as I could keep this a secret from my wife I could handle being a slave for a few weeks or months. He would get sick of me soon enough I hoped. Coming to a decision I looked back up at him.
"How long would I be your slave, Master?"
"That's up to me, but after a few months I'll probably move on to another slave." He said it so casually that I believed he would be able to find another guy like me if he wanted to.
A few months of humiliation is something I could stomach to keep this a secret. "I'll be your slave, Master."
"Good boy," he said, reaching over and grabbing his phone. "Now I'm going to need you to be a good slave and answer some questions."
Recording me with his phone he asked, "What is your full name?"
Nervously looking at the phone I answered, "My name is Shawn Parker, Master."
"What are you?"
"I am your slave, Master."
Leaning back he brought his cock on camera right next to my mouth. "Tell me what you want, boy."
Shifting my gaze from the phone to his cock, "I.. uh.. want to suck your cock.. Master."
He started to rub his cock all over my face again. This time I couldn't stop glancing at the phone knowing my humiliation was being recorded.
"Go ahead faggot, suck my cock."
Despite the situation I felt myself getting aroused again. Taking his cock back into my mouth I looked up at the phone and started to suck his cock. In a short amount of time I found my rhythm and felt him start to get close.
Reaching down he put his hand on my head again and pushed me off of his cock. Still looking up into the phone I felt the slap across my face before I saw it. Looking down at me with lust in his eyes I felt his hand lift up my chin. This time I saw it coming but stayed still as he slapped me again. Looking back up to him he took two fingers and pushed them into the back of my throat making me gag. Doing my best to maintain eye contact with him I saw a slow smile spread across his face.
"We are going to have a lot of fun together," he said as he casually slapped me again before pushing my head back down onto his cock.
The slaps had awoken something in me. I had spent so much time fantasizing about a man doing this exact thing to me and to experience it in real life was so much hotter than I ever imagined. Still feeling the sting of the slaps on my face I started to suck his cock enthusiastically again. Ignoring the phone I looked up into my Master's eyes and did my best to bring him to climax so I could get my reward.
"Good boy," he said with a moan. "Now when I bust my nut in your mouth don't swallow until I give you permission and don't you dare spill any." In a matter of moments I felt him tense and then felt his cock jerk in my mouth flooding it with his hot cum. I sucked him slowly a few more times being careful not to spill before I let his cock fall from my mouth.
"Show me," he said, still recording me with his phone. I opened my mouth and showed him my prize eagerly waiting for the order to swallow. "Do you want to swallow my cum, faggot?"
I just shook my head yes, not wanting to let any of his cum leak from my mouth.
"Alright go ahead cum slut swallow my load."
Without hesitation I swallowed and then opened my mouth sticking out my tongue to show him it was gone.
"What do you say?"
"Thank you for your cum, Master."
"Alright suck on my balls while I save these videos." He said as he started typing on his phone.