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Construction Workers' Slave
by Maritimesub (maritimesub@hotmail.com)

***

A twenty-two year-old college boy is taken by two gay 
construction crew men and used as their sex slave 
during a weekend of humiliation and submission. (MM/M, 
nc, rp, v, oral, anal, bd)

***

My name is Ryan. I'm a university student, 20 years 
old, blonde hair, reasonably athletic looking, 5'8" 
tall, 160 lbs. I was just finishing up a summer job 
with a construction company where I was basically a 
foreman of a road crew. Kyle and Brad are full time 
workers and on my crew, probably a couple of years 
older and they made it quite clear they did not like 
taking orders from me. They are both about my size and 
build but more street tough. I was a bit surprised when 
they invited me out to celebrate my last day on the job 
before heading back to university.

On the way to the bar we decided to drop off at Kyle's 
place to have a couple of tokes first. I was really 
getting quite stoned when they suddenly jumped me and 
pinned me to the floor. At first I thought they were 
just joking around when they began pulling off my 
clothes, Brad holding me in a hammerlock while Kyle 
stripped me of my sneakers, sock and jeans. The two of 
them then literally ripped off my shirt and finally my 
underwear, rendering me completely naked with Brad 
holding my arms behind my back and face down on the 
floor.

I should add that I am straight but for whatever reason 
have fantasized for as long as I can remember about 
being "forced" into a gay thing so I really did not put 
up much of a fight, besides they were much stronger 
than me. Before I knew it Ryan was tying separate ropes 
to my wrists then they started hauling on them pulling 
me up into a standing position and then higher so my 
toes were just touching the floor. Next they tied 
another set of ropes from my ankles to eyebolts in the 
floor, forcing my legs wide apart. I was still too 
stunned and stoned to even scream.  

Now I was completely at the mercy of these two muscular 
studs. I was hanging naked and spread-eagled; my entire 
body glistening from sweat and my cock was sticking 
straight out, much to their amusement.

"Looks good," I heard Kyle say. "By god, that's one 
sweet-looking trussed-up bitch-boy. 

Then they started fondling me... my ass, my now 
hardened cock, my balls, running their hands over my 
body, chuckling, panting, making lewd remarks. Brad 
stepped behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks in both 
hands.

"Fuck man just look at this little ass, like two 
grapefruits" he commented. He then ran a finger down 
between, stopping at my opening and slowly began to 
insert. "Nice and tight too... I can't wait to fuck you 
pretty boy," he whispered in my ear.

They shaved me, completely from neck to toes leaving 
only the hair on my head, saving my blonde pubes for 
last. Next they used their hands to rub some kind of 
oil over my entire naked and now hairless body, 
concentrating on my ass and on my cock and balls. The 
continued use of their oil soaked hands on my most 
private parts soon had my cock leaking in its hardness. 
Then they stood back to admire their handiwork, 
taunting me because of my erection. Even more 
humiliating was the fact that I was unbelievably turned 
on just thinking about what they might have planned for 
me.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brad getting 
something from a drawer. I turned my head to see him 
holding it. A thin leather switch. He walked up to me 
and began slowly tracing the tip of the switch up and 
down the sides of body, from my arm pits to my feet 
both sides. Then he did the same along the insides of 
my wide spread legs from ankle to crotch. 

Next he moved to my left and continued the exploration 
down my backside starting at my neck, over the curve of 
my ass and down both legs. He was chuckling the entire 
time. The front of his jeans were bulging leaving no 
doubt as to his excitement as he moved to my right and 
traced the tip down my chest, over my stomach and along 
the upper length of my swollen and throbbing cock, 
pushing down on it until it pointed straight at the 
floor, then moving the switch away allowing my cock to 
immediately bounce back up until it was pointing 
straight out.

"You're going to make one fine slave pretty boy. Submit 
now and you can avoid having me use this on you. It's 
real obvious you want this anyway," he taunted, 
touching the tip to my balls.

And he was right. I did want this. I did want to be 
dominated by these two young gods. Just thinking about 
the humiliating things they could make me do had me 
more turned on then ever before, but there was no way I 
was going to admit it, so I decided they would have to 
break me.

"No way you fucking faggots, I'm not going to be 
anybody's slave," I hissed, trying to be convincing. At 
least this way I could pretend they were forcing me 
into this.

"Good, we were hoping you'd resist," said Kyle as he 
gagged me with my own torn underwear. "We'll talk again 
in a few minutes. Brad, he's all yours."

I heard a whistling sound, and then there was a loud, 
sharp cracking noise as that switch smashed across my 
ass.

I started screaming into the gag. The whipping 
continued until he had followed the same course as he 
did while tracing the tip of the switch over my body, 
with the last strike hitting me right in the balls. 
Incredibly my cock remained hard, throbbing and 
leaking.

Kyle ripped my underwear from my mouth.

"Had enough, tough guy? he asked.

"Yes," I answered, nearly sobbing.

"Tell us what we want to hear".

"I'll be your slave, I'll do anything you want," I was 
so excited I could hardly breathe.

Then they listed off some of the rules I would be 
following...

I'm to speak only when spoken to.

When I do speak I'm to address them both as Master.

I'm forbidden to stand in their presence unless 
required to carry out their orders.

I will be serving them naked except for the studded 
leather dog collar Kyle just placed around my neck.

Anything else they dream up as the night progresses.

"Do you think you can remember these rules, pretty 
boy?" Brad asked.

"Yes, Master," I choked.

"Ever sucked a cock before slave-boy," Kyle asked, 
chuckling

"No, Master Kyle, I'm straight, I swear."

"Well you'll be an expert by the time we're finished 
with you, slave-boy," taunted Brad.

I was totally humiliated and totally turned on at the 
same time. 

"Do you understand your position here now?

"Yes, Master," I replied, head hanging in shame.

"That's very good," Kyle said. 

They untied me, and when I fell I went down to my 
knees, and there I stayed.

I would have fallen further, but Kyle held me up by my 
hair, and said, "Now that's just perfect, boy. You stay 
right there, you hear?"

And then he let me go, and all my will went into 
keeping myself kneeling there, just as he wanted. Then 
Kyle attached a chain leash to my collar and pulled me 
to my feet, ordering me to cross my wrists behind my 
back. Brad tied my wrists together with a leather 
strip. I was ordered to kneel.

"Now lick my boots, college-boy," Kyle commanded. "Show 
me what a good little boot-licker you are. Show me real 
good." 

I bowed down and began licking his dust covered work 
boots, while he used the leash to keep me from falling 
over. And I did my best to make it good. I was theirs 
now. They had reduced me to a slave. I licked Kyle's 
boots until they were clean. When he decided his boots 
were clean enough he made me turn around, still holding 
the leash. Brad was now standing in front of me and 
took hold of the leash from Kyle. I was forced to clean 
his boots as well.

By the time I'd finished with Brad's boots, Kyle was 
sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. His feet 
were now bare. Kyle then commanded me to crawl to him 
until I was about a foot in front of him. "Now piglet," 
he smirked at me, "my feet need cleaning, get to it." 

I was now put thru an even more humiliating ordeal of 
foot worship for my taunting master, forced to tongue 
bathe his sweat and dirt covered feet, starting with 
the toes and in between. I slavishly licked and 
massaged his feet with my tongue until they were 
squeaky clean. They both taunted me throughout my 
ordeal which just served to turn me on even more. It 
took me fifteen minutes to satisfactorily clean Kyle's 
feet but Brad immediately took his place in the chair 
and subjected me to same humiliating ordeal.

They were both obviously aroused. The bulges at the 
front of their jeans left no doubt. Then they played 
with me, as though I were a toy. They stroked and felt 
and pinched and slapped and probed, and made me turn 
and twist and arch myself for their convenience and 
delight. They squeezed my balls until they made me 
scream, which they enjoyed enormously. And then they 
made me tell them what a bitch I was, a filthy fag, a 
piece of shit, a cocksucker, and any other names that 
came to mind. Of course I said it all. My submissive 
side had completely taken over now. All I wanted now 
was to serve my two tormentors with my mouth and tongue 
in any way they wished.

Now they were ready to really humiliate me some more. 
Kyle would be first standing in front of me, naked, his 
cock pointing straight at my face as I knelt before 
him. He truly had the body of a god, slim, muscular, 
tanned, flat stomach, small ass, thick hard cock. Brad 
was holding the leash. He too, was naked and hard, a 
true Adonis sweating, taunting. 

I obediently followed Kyle's command and began licking 
his sweat soaked balls, then up and down the length of 
his rigid cock. He ordered me to open my mouth. I 
slavishly sucked his cock for about 5 minutes when he 
started to moan louder. I could feel his cock pulsing 
in my mouth. I knew I was about to get my first taste 
of another guy's cum, but then he surprised me by 
suddenly pulling it out.

"Not yet piggy," Kyle taunted. "We're going to make 
this last for awhile."

Before I could take in what he meant, Brad immediately 
grabbed me by my hair and directed me to his rock hard 
cock, ramming it into my mouth, ordering me to suck it.

This ritual went on for a good half hour as they 
alternately drove their cocks into my mouth, forcing me 
to service both of them until finally Kyle yelled that 
he couldn't hold back any more. He exploded in my mouth 
ordering me to swallow every drop. I obeyed.

It only took seconds after that for Brad to explode in 
my mouth as well. He too made me swallow it all. I had 
submitted to both of them, licking, sucking, and 
swallowing.  I was now the naked, kneeling, bound and 
leashed sex-slave to two gay male gods. After servicing 
them, they made me lick their balls once again and 
thank them for allowing me the privilege of worshipping 
their cocks. Then the each put their jeans back on, 
leaving me to wonder if it was over or if they still 
had more in store for me.

They made me remain kneeling, still naked, and amused 
themselves with taunts and lewd remarks and promises of 
what was still to come. I pleaded with them to let me 
go but only because I knew my begging would turn them 
on and excite them to new torments. I had done 
everything they asked, I said. They'd broken me, they'd 
had their fun, now please, please let me go, I said. 
They only laughed and said I hadn't seen anything yet. 
A new wave of sexual arousal came over me. 

They untied my wrists and made me crawl on hands and 
knees, like a dog. This entertainment perked them up 
again. They made me do some tricks for them, like go 
fetch, lie down and roll over--it still gave them a 
kick to find new ways to show their power, and to force 
me to degrade myself.

That's when they made me crawl around the room some 
more for them. They had me get up on the table on my 
knees, and spread my legs. Brad was holding the end of 
the leash.

"Start jerking yourself off, slave-boy" Brad commanded. 
I couldn't believe it but with my cock still at full 
attention as it had been since the start I grabbed hold 
of it and began pumping. I have never masturbated in 
front of anyone so it was completely embarrassing o be 
doing it for the entertainment of two other guys while 
they taunted me but I did it. 

I stroked my cock for their amusement trying not to 
erupt but in minutes my excitement finally caught up 
with me. At last I shot my load onto the table top. 
Some went on the floor amid howls of laughter. They 
made me get back on my hands and knees and lick up my 
own cum from the table and the floor.

They made me stand, facing the edge of the table. They 
tied my ankles to the table legs, which were wide apart 
forcing my legs spread to the limit. Brad tied my 
wrists together behind my back. Kyle attached the end 
of the leash to a ring at the end of the table and 
pulled down hard forcing my chest and face onto the 
tabletop. 

They then stepped in front of me to make sure I could 
see them as they removed their jeans. Brad began 
stroking his already hard cock just inches from my face 
and taunted me " Since Kyle was the first to use that 
hot mouth of yours I'm going to be the first one to 
fuck your tight little ass college boy, but I think we 
need to warm your butt to get it ready."

Kyle then picked up a wide leather strap in his right 
hand, placed it to my face and commanded me to kiss the 
instrument of my punishment. It was all I could do to 
keep from cumming as my cock ground against the edge of 
the table.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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